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royallyprincesslilly · 4 years ago

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Title: Healthy Competition***

Regé-Jean Page x Reader x Trevor Noah

Warning: Cursing. SMUT. Threesome. NSFW AT ALL. DP. Oral.

Words: 5k

Summary: Non-Covid world. End of Summary.

Note: I cannot be stopped. This is my first dip into either of these two on here. I tried to talk myself out of this, but I have no self-control. This is probably an acquired taste, but fuck it, I wrote this for my sanity.

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“A toast to Regé, our good friend who we’re out celebrating tonight. Every guy should hide their girlfriends tonight because Mr. Steal your girl has arrived,” Trevor teased.

Regé snorted and dropped his head back, laughing at his friend of almost ten years. He was absolutely ridiculous.

“Mate, you think you’re hilarious, don’t you?”

Trevor shrugged, “I mean, I am the comedian here, so--.”

He shook his head. “You’re not a very good one,” he teased back.

“Well, your tastes are slightly askew than the rest of the world. You are British after all,” Trevor quipped, making him and their shared friends bust out laughing.

“Oh, shut up. You’re the only one who has a problem with me being British, though we all know my Zimbabwean side would outperform your watered-down South African any day. The ladies prefer full strength over all else,” he slid home.

Trevor laughed loudly, slinking to the side as he snickered. He knew he had him but knew Trevor would have some comeback. This was their usual banter.

“Why do I smell a wager coming on? I feel like you’re saying you can get any woman in here to choose you over me.”

He knocked back his drink with a smile. “Maybe I am saying it.”

He watched Trevor gulp down his drink as their friends looked at each other with a cautious eye.

“All right, enough. Y'all remember the last time this happened,” Adam interjected.

“The last time? How about every time,” Marcus added before he took a sip from his glass.

“Remember that girl in Brazil, that one we met on Ipanema Beach, she owned the beach shack,” Adam reminded.

He remembered, and a few seconds after he did, he saw when Trevor did. His snickers returned.

“There was nothing wrong there,” Trevor pointed out.

“Yeah, because you won, proceeded to rub it in all night.”

“You couldn’t even bother to close the door of the shack. You just wanted me to hear her,” he said, shaking his head as the memory washed over him.

They’d gone back and forth with her all night. Each of them laid their game out, charmed her, put in their best work. He went to grab them all another round of beers and came back, and her small shack was shaking as her moans filled the night sky. Trevor’s laugh brought him out of his thoughts, making him roll his eyes.

“See, that’s why we’re not doing this,” Marcus finished.

“You’re not still salty about that, Regé, are you?”

He shook his head and raised his hands. “Not at all. you win some, and lose some.”

“One day, the two of you are going to pull this on someone who will make you two the competition,” Adam professed, making he and Trevor laugh.

“It’s not like we swindle anyone, there is consent, and everyone knows what to expect and not expect,” he threw out as he stood.

“Where you going?”

“Refill,” he said, holding his glass up to show its empty state.

He walked out of their section of the VIP area toward the VIP bar slipping through the crowd, making sure to not bump into anyone. When he was mere steps from the bar, someone bumped him from behind, sending him lunging forward, knocking into the back of someone else. He heard a gasp and automatically thought he’d spilled someone’s drink. Sliding beside the stranger, he leaned closer.

“I’m so sorry.”

You turned to him, pulling an oversized candy cane from your mouth. Instantly his eyes dropped to your mouth and that candy cane that slowly revealed itself to be several inches long. When he clocked that it was about seven inches or so that you’d pulled out of your mouth, he lost every single thing he was thinking, even his bloody name.

“Mmm, almost went too far,” you said, with a smile before you put the tip of the candy cane into your mouth. He instantly wanted to put something too far.

He watched you raise your glass to your lips before you put it back to the bar’s surface, and in went the candy cane. He was speechless, and it was something that rarely happened.

“Uh—I’m—sorry.”

You smirked and swiveled the stool to face him again and perched the candy cane to the side of your plump painted lips, and spoke. “You said that already.”

The way the red, white, and green colors of the candy cane looked with your lipstick made him wonder how other things looked with it. Clearing his throat, he looked away to behind the bar where all the bottles of liquor rested. He wasn’t trying to decide on what he wanted to drink. He was trying to gain some composure.

He heard your snort beside him. “Cat got your tongue?”

He looked to you, zeroed in on your eyes, and rose a brow. “What’s got your tongue?”

You smiled slowly, then pulled out that damned candy cane making your lips make that juicy puckered kiss sound.

“This candy cane at the moment.”

You stared at him as if silently daring him to say something to it. He smiled and nodded his head. “You brought a candy cane to a club?”

“It came with the drink,” you said, bringing the confection to the red-tinted liquid before you.

He watched you stir the liquid and return the candy cane to its rightful place—against your tongue for you to lick it slowly. He didn’t know what the hell was wrong with him. It was a damn candy cane.

“What can I get you?”

Before he could speak, you did.

“You look like a fun guy no matter what that crisp accent says. May I?”

He studied you for a few moments, then shrugged before he motioned for you to go ahead. You trailed the candy cane along your bottom lip as you looked over the bottles that lined the wall. You looked like you were in deep thought, and he made a note of how adorable you looked with your perfectly crinkled eyebrows, pursed lips, and fist resting on your jaw.

“Okay, I just need to know two things,” you began.

He smirked and sat on the stool next to you. “And what is that?”

You turned to him again. The crossing of your legs brought his eyes down to see the tempting split in the dress you wore. The luster of your skin raised the temptation he was feeling. He imagined how his hand looked on your body. It was the wrong thought at the wrong time because it made it impossible for him to look into your eyes again. He did, though, and when he did, he saw the mischievous glint in your eyes. He knew then, you were dangerous.

“Your name and favorite color.”

“Why my favorite color?”

“If you tell me red, chances are you like strawberry undertones. If blue, maybe a blueberry or blackberry.”

“What if it’s orange?”

“Then we should end this conversation now and go our separate ways because no one can pull off orange anything.”

He snorted and laughed. He liked you.

“Safe to say red is yours?” he nodded to your drink as his clue.

“Wrong, but this is about you. So tell me.”

“Regé and grey.”

Your eyes widened. “Regé as in reggae music?”

He nodded but didn’t speak.

“Wow, nice. I thought it was something stuffy like Albert.”

“Just ’cause I’m British?”

You smiled and shrugged. “And your favorite color, Regé, is grey.” I’m tempted to say grey isn’t a color, but okay. He’ll have that fifty shades of grey cocktail you tried to give me earlier.”

“Uh-oh, something fruity, huh.”

“Let’s add an extra shot for Mr. adventurous,” you added.

Turning his attention to you, he licked his lips and watched you devour that candy cane.

“What’s your name?”

You smiled and pulled the candy out of your mouth. “Y/N.”

He held his hand out for yours and waited for you to take it. Once you did, he shook it, never taking his eyes off of yours.

“You’re beautiful,” he said.

You didn’t speak for several moments, and he wondered if he should have kept that to himself.

“Yes,” you said.

“Yes? Yes, what?”

You sucked the candy cane back into your mouth and took a sip of your drink. “Yes, I’ll let you buy me another drink.”

Ten minutes came and went, then fifteen, and he was in no hurry to go back to his friends. Your conversation was entertaining and titillating. You held his attention easier than any other had. Not to mention everything you did had his heart pounding. Once you’d finished that damn candy cane, your glass was what brought his attention to your mouth. When the drinks were finished, his eyes roamed your exposed shoulders, cleavage, and thigh until his palms itched to touch.

“I see what’s been holding you hostage, over here.” Trevor’s hand rested on his shoulder as he stood to there to his left.

“Hostage? Hardly,” you responded with a smile.

“I’m Trevor,” he said, holding his hand out to you.

After a few seconds, you took it and let him shake it.

“Trev here is a good friend of mine,” he began before taking a sip of his third drink. “Meet Y/N.”

Trevor smiled again. “What a beautiful name for a beautiful woman.”

He couldn’t help but smile. He knew the game had begun. However, he’d had a twenty-minute head start. He watched Trevor order you another drink before suggesting you moved from the bar to go back to their section. You didn’t answer right away, and he didn’t know what you’d decide.

“I’ll meet you there. I have to freshen up,” you said, pointing toward where the restrooms were.

He pointed to where their section was before you walked off.

“May the best African win,” Trevor said, holding out his hand, making him roll his.

~~~~~~~

-Y/N-

You made sure to reapply your lipstick and rearrange your hair as you inspected your face. Pleased that your products were holding up, you stood there just staring at yourself, making a plan. They thought they were slick, you thought to yourself.

MSG Fifi: He looked hooked.

You smirked.

MSG: He’s hot.

MSG Fifi: So is his friend. What’s the plan?

You thought for a few moments because you hadn’t decided yet.

MSG: I’m going to go have a little fun. I’ll let you know.

You adjusted your dress then walked out of the bathroom. In the loud club again, you looked around, trying to remember when they’d pointed. You didn’t remember. Suddenly you felt a body behind you and a hand on your hip.

“Lost?”

The sexy British accent told you just who it was. Smiling, you bit your bottom lip, deciding you liked how he felt pressed up on you.

“What if I said I was?”

You could feel his breath at your ear and smell the hint of grape and vodka.

“I’ll find anything you want me to,” Regé groaned, making you tilt your head back to look at him over your shoulder.

“Anything?”

He smirked then licked his lips. “I’m not if not a gentleman. Anything, Y/N.”

The look in his eyes had you frozen in place, wishing he’d bring his large hand lower. You scoffed and got yourself under control

“Good to know,” you said before walking away, leaving him to follow behind you.

Once Regé led you to the VIP section, Trevor stood holding your drink to you. Having not been born yesterday, you asked a passing waitress for a fresh drink. Neither of them took offense. When you sat, you were in the middle of both men and able to appreciate the beauty that you both were. They could have passed for brothers, and when they assured you that they weren’t, you relaxed a little more.

After an hour, you’d learned quite a few things about both men. You leaned that while Regé had this overwhelming sensual vibing coming off him, he tended to hang back physically, but his eyes were all intensity, and you could tell he preferred words. When it came to Trevor, he approached things differently. He was a flirt through and through, and you could tell he preferred touch.

They were both like opposite sides of a coin, and you couldn’t decide which side you preferred. Some days called for heads and others tails. One thing was sure; they were both feeling you, and neither of them could hide it. It was in the way Trevor touched you with sly touches and in the way Regé reacted when you went close to him to whisper something or bit your bottom lip.

Two hours and countless drinks later, you still sat there with the two men, and you’d all but made up your mind. Regé leaned to you and whispered in your ear before he met your eyes. Nodding, you took his hand and let him lead you to the dance floor. Once you got to a semi-secluded spot, the song changed to Teyana Taylor’s new school version of Tell me what you Want, and you watched him bop to the beat while keeping on point. You were impressed.

Regé spun you around, so your back pressed to his chest and his hands wrapped around you. he smelled incredible, almost as incredible as he felt. That was when your movements synced together and slowed. You were now swaying from side to side. You began circling your hips against him and let him hold your hands in the air as you got into it. Regé came to your ear and whispered.

“Tell me what you want.”

Your panties were instantly wet. Fuck, you thought. In front of you, you watched Trevor approach the two of you. Once he was in front of you, the song changed again, and the slowest, sexiest tune came on. The lights in the club changed to a deeper hue of red. Trevor came so close that his face was just inches from yours. His hand wrapped around the small of your back, pulling you against him.

Goddamn, you thought as he moved your body how he wanted it. Your eyes met, and Trevor’s hand clasped your jaw in his large but soft hand. Slowly he slid his hand across your skin before you felt a hand on your hip spin you around. Your back was now pressed to Trevor’s chest while Regé was the one who was now inches from your lips.

The two men sandwiched you between them, each focusing on different parts of you. Trevor’s hand was wrapped around your abdomen, searing absentminded circles on the material of the dress you wore, while Regé’s was squeezing your hip, sinking in his fingertips, so they marked you. Trevor’s jaw pressed to your ear, which Regé’s was resting against your cheek on the other side of your face. You doubted anyone could tell where you began and either of them stopped. When you felt a pair of lips press against your right ear, your breath hitched in your throat.

Pulling back slightly, you gazed into Regé’s sultry almond-shaped eyes, and your hand balled the fabric of his shirt at his waist, hoping to control yourself.

“Tell me what you want,” Regé repeated.

Fuck it; you thought as you brought your lips to his kissing him with the scorching energy that was between the three of you. Regé delved his tongue into your mouth, wrapping it around yours, and it was then his hand slid lower on your hip and snaked back to your ass. As he cupped it, you released a moan unable to contain it any longer. When he sucked your tongue, you pulled back and nibbled his bottom lip. His moan caught you off guard and only fueled your steadily uncapping desire.

You felt Trevor behind you begin to pull away from you, no doubt feeling like the loser of their masculine competition of the night. That was when you pulled from Regé’s lips and pulled him back to close the space he’d created. You had both men’s undivided attention, and the power you felt was unmatched. Bringing your lips to Trevor’s, you kissed him with the same fire you had Regé seconds ago.

Again, you held control of this kiss. Trevor allowed you to decide just what you wanted to do, and it was probably going to be his downfall for the night. You bit his bottom lip, and his moan swam in your mouth, making you eat it like a succubus taking his life force. The decision was made.

You pulled away and found their eyes on you. Smirking, you turned with their hands in yours and led them through the crowd. You were thankful you’d decided on the club inside the hotel rather than the other one you and Fifi were thinking of. Once in the hotel’s lobby, you beelined it to the elevator bank and wondered if they were at this hotel too. As the elevator doors opened, you stepped on and waited for either of them to press a button. This was their turn to make a decision.

You pretended not to notice them give each other a look before Regé stepped forward and pressed nineteen. You smirked and rode up in silence. Interestingly enough, the elevator made no stops until it came to the nineteenth floor. You let them lead you, this time keeping a few feet behind them. You could feel their angst as they exchanged looks every few steps, no doubt trying to formulate a plan. It’s funny they still thought they were in control.

The two stopped at the door at the end of the hall then opened it. Regé was the one holding the door open, and Trevor stood on the other side, letting you walk in. You glanced at both men, smirked then walked inside. You walked toward the bar you saw in the corner, then took up two bottles before you continued walking through the suite. You knew the layout was similar to yours, so you just walked where you expected the bedroom to be.

Finding it easily, you walked in and found some music on the bedside table system, another easy feat thanks to apple music coming with every room. You pulled two chairs in front of the large window of the bedroom. You then walked to both of them and led them each to a seat.

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

You smiled at Regé’s sweetness and went toward him to sit on his lap.

“Would you like me to leave?”

He shook his head.

“Then tell me what you want.”

His lip quirked up at the side. He had to remember his words to you a little while ago.

“Will you give it to me?”

You kissed him again. as soon as your lips touched, his hands were cupping your ass, pulling you closer onto his lap. You felt the strain of his manhood against his jeans, and the anticipation had your sex quivering. Groaning, you pulled away and walked to the window. You put the bottles you held on the floor and turned to them.

“Since you like competitions so much, the first one to move loses.”

Trevor and Regé looked at each other quizzically. They didn’t get it yet. You untied the neck of the dress and slowly brought the straps down, careful not to allow it to fall from your body yet. Though the light in the room was scarce, you could tell the desire in both men’s eyes. You walked to Regé then turned your back to him.

You swayed your hips from side to side to the rhythm of the music bringing yourself down to the floor before coming back up to bend in front of his face. Peeking behind you, Regé’s jaw was clenched so tightly that you thought it had to hurt. You stood and swayed again to the sounds of Sabrina Claudio. In no time, you were lost in the music bringing your hands to the back of your neck, letting the straps hang around your waist.

Turning to them, you heard both audibly exclaim.

“Fuck.”

The accents were entirely different but sexy nonetheless.

“Something wrong?”

You stood between Trevor’s legs, topless, and circled your hips while doing your best snake charmer dance. You deemed it was acceptable because neither of them gave any indication otherwise.

“You’re gorgeous,” Trevor whispered.

You could see his hands clenching the arm of the chair and wondered just how much control he had in him. You pushed the dress off your hips and stood there in your thong.

“Fucking hell,” Regé uttered when you turned your back to them. Using the strong knees you were blessed with, you brought yourself low and popped a baby twerk, not wanting to give either of them a heart attack. Every time you changed the direction of your hips, you looked over a shoulder to watch them watch you. They looked absolutely tortured.

You walked to Trevor and stood there but stared at Regé. You motioned for him to come to you, and in seconds, he was by your side. You kissed him, taking the time to tease him with each passing second while noting he was a great kisser.

“Lay right there,” you said, pointing to the spot between your feet. Regé obeyed, then you dipped down to your knees, your sex hovering over Regé’s mouth. You were about to speak, but shock cut you off.

Regé wrapped his arms around your hips where your thighs met them and buried his face between your legs.

“Oh fuck!”

That was not the end of your shock because seconds later, you felt a wet velvety tip brush against your lips. You opened your eyes and came face to face with the impressiveness that was Trevor’s dick. You opened your mouth to speak, but a sharp stab of pleasure between your legs prohibited it. Your mouth fell open, and Trevor pushed himself into your mouth.

You almost laughed. They were the dream tag team. The room quickly filled with moans and groans as you pleased Trevor and Regé pleased you. The way his tongue flicked against your clit was quickly bringing you closer and closer to your first orgasm of the night. You knew if they had anything to say about it, you’d have more.

“Shit, your mouth—it’s—incredible,” Trevor panted, rolling his head back.

Not relenting, you bobbed your head faster on Trevor’s cock, taking him as far as you could. He grabbed your head and held it in place, then fucked your mouth, making you gag every so often.

“Uuuug!”

When he released your head you continued the pace and moaned on his flesh from the pleasure Regé was giving you but also the pleasure you got from giving it to Trevor. When you felt gentle nibbles, you pulled back and gasped, then began using your hands.

“Oh, fuck, yes! Right there, mmmm!”

Regé sucked your clit into his mouth as he reached up to one of your breasts to pinch your nipple. Following suit, Trevor did the same to the other, and that pushed you over the edge. Your screech was loud as it filled the room and probably the hall outside. Bucking your hips against his mouth, you rode his face as it was meant to be ridden.

When you rolled off of Regé and collapsed to the floor, the men stood and surrounded you. Regé went to your head while Trevor between your legs. You watched him sheath himself with a condom before he met your eyes.

“Are you sure?”

You nodded before you reached to palm Regé’s pulsating and impressive member. As your mouth slid along Regé’s length, Trevor’s slid inside your heated core, stretching you deliciously before filling you perfectly with his thickness.

“Good god,” Trevor whispered, hovering over you to catch his breath.

“You’re so tight, Y/N,” Trevor moaned, beginning to circle his hips.

With a full mouth, you were unable to speak and instead used the pleasure you felt to return it tenfold to Regé. His head lulled back while his jaw dropped, and he grunted, sending the last few inches of his need into your throat. You fought your gag the best you could. Trevor then sped his thrusts. Each time he connected your bodies, your breasts swung, and your sex clenched around him, gripping him like a vise.

Soon your moans and mumbles made it almost impossible to properly enjoy what Regé had to offer, so your hands to make up for the job your mouth couldn’t do. Trevor’s thrusts got rougher, and in seconds you’d come for the second time. Using your feet to push him off, you stood and crawled onto the bed. While lying there, you watched both men slowly approach you. Regé was the one between your legs this time while Trevor was beside you.

Trevor wrapped his lips around a pert nipple, then sucked, licked, and nibbled it. As your mewls spilled from your lips, Regé still had yet to move an inch. He kneeled there, rubbing the tip of his cock across your soaking slit.

“You’re so wet. Show me, Y/N.”

You slinked your fingers between your legs and dipped one inside to show him the evidence of your overwhelming arousal. He smiled, then sucked your finger into his mouth before he thrust forward in one powerful move.

“Fuck!”

The men ravaged you, one with their mouth and the other with their skillful appendage. Where Trevor was girthy and nicely proportioned, Regé had been blessed with girth and an overabundance of length. It didn’t take much for you to come again and again and again. When you rolled onto Regé to take control, you took your time crippling Trevor as he stood in front of you.

The room was sweltering, and your bodies were slick with sweat, so every move the three of you made, the sound of bodies rubbing together echoed throughout. If it wasn’t the slickness of skin, it was the squelching of your wetness as they plowed into you or you rode them into oblivion.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

The feel of both men nestled snugly in your tight trove was close to have to see stars. You crashed your lips to Regé, who was underneath you while Trevor was behind. He pumped more vigorously into you, making you pant and whine with each connection. Trevor, not being the one to be outdone, slammed into you, coaxing that spot in you that you knew would soon have you combust into a million specks of dust as you floated the galaxy.

“I’m coming,” Regé and Trevor both shouted as if competing for who could say it louder. You rocked your hips against Regé while slamming back onto Trevor. You intended to bring both men to their knees, but after a few movements, you realized that you’d come undone just as ferociously.

“Come for me, Y/N!”

Shivering, you tried to ignore the command as you repeated your actions over and over. Underneath you, Regé bit your nipple, and behind you, Trevor your shoulder. Either way, these men intended to sear their marks into your flesh. Something about that was so fucking hot. You sped your movements, and that was when your body shook.

“Fuck!”

Both men shook with you and released such loud grunts and groans that rivaled your own whining. Your orgasm was expected but what was not expected was how long it continued. After a minute, you were still coming with both men still trying to secure themselves as deeply into you as possible. Both thrust into you once more, and that was all you could handle before stars erupted behind your eyelids, making you clench around both of them.

Trevor and Regé gasped and hissed before the three of you dropped onto the bed. You were between them as all three of you tried to catch your breaths.

Your eyelids were heavy, your limbs tense, muscles tight, and between your legs sore. You couldn’t move even if you wanted to. So you didn’t.

~~~~~~~

-The Next Morning-

When you opened your eyes, the sun had yet to rise from behind the high rise next to the hotel. It took several moments for your vision to return clearly. When it did, you looked around, recognizing you were not alone. You felt a body nestled to your back and one in front of you. You froze, not wanting to stir anyone awake. You didn’t want a whole morning after thing. This was not what this was. It took you some time to slither from the clutches of the gorgeous men you’d spent the night with.

Once free you stood there for a few moments and took them in. Trevor was on his side back to the window completely bare assed. It was a nice one too. His arm was thrown over his head leaving only part of his face visible. He looked adorable asleep. Regé was on his back, one arm over his head tucked underneath the pillow he rested his head-on. That was where your head had laid, right on his chest as if it belonged there.

You shook off any attachment that was trying to creep its way in. You didn’t often do things like this, matter of fact, this was downright as rare as a blue moon. However, you hated the cliché of women who got attached after clear one night stands. You never wanted to be one of them because you knew for a fact men always laughed at them. You wouldn’t be that cliché, you thought to yourself. You gave the men one last look, then turned to gather your things.

Once dressed and inside the elevator, you smiled to yourself. They really thought they picked you up when in fact, you’d heard their friendly competitive banter and decided a little fun was in order. Seeing how the night went, it was safe to say you were the real winner.

MSG Fifi: Everything okay?

You smiled to yourself.

MSG: Pussy put their ass to sleep. Call me, NyQuil.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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ippnoida · 3 years ago

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Tomb of Sand makes International Booker 2022 shortlist

Tomb of Sand, the English translation of Geetanjali Shree's Hindi original Ret Samadhi, has created history by becoming the first Indian novel translation to make it to the prestigious International Booker Prize shortlist. Penguin India released the English translation of Ret Samadhi in the subcontinent last month.

Shree's book, translated into English by Daisy Rockwell, is among the six books shortlisted for the coveted prize. The GBP 50,000 (approximately Rs 50 lakh) prize will be shared by the author and the translator.

The International Booker received a record 135 submissions this year. The International Booker Prize is awarded each year to a book translated into English and published either in the UK or Ireland. Starting this year, the Booker Prize has increased the prize money for shortlisted authors and translators from GBP 1,000 (approximately Rs 1 lakh) to GBP 2,500 (approximately Rs 2.48 lakh). This brings the total value of the literary awards to GBP 80,000 (approximately Rs 80 lakh).

The five other works shortlisted for the prestigious translation into English award are the short story compilation Cursed Bunny by Bora Chung, translated from Korean by Anton Hur; Heaven by Mieko Kawakami, translated from Japanese by Samuel Bett and David Boyd; The Books of Jacob by Olga Tokarczuk, translated from Polish by Jennifer Croft; crime novel Elena Knows by Claudia Piñeiro, translated from Spanish by Frances Riddle; and, A New Name: Septology VI-VII by Jon Fosse, translated from Norwegian by Damion Searls. The shortlist was announced at the London Book Fair on 7 April, and is dominated by women authors. Olga Tokarczuk won the Booker in 2018 for her acclaimed novel Flights.

About Tomb of Sand, the judges panel said, “Daisy Rockwell's spirited translation rises admirably to the complexity of the text, which is full of wordplay and verve.” Shree's “loud and irresistible novel” has also won the English Pen Award.

Frank Wynne, the first translator to lead the Booker judges, who announced the shortlist on his 60th birthday, explained, “Translation is an intimate, intricate dance that crosses borders, cultures, and languages. There is little to compare to the awe and exhilaration of discovering a perfect pairing of writer and translator?

At Night All Blood Is Black by David Diop, translated from French by Anna Moschovakis was the 2021 winner while The Discomfort of Evening by Marieke Lucas, translated from Dutch by Michele Hutchison won the International Booker in pandemic year 2020.

Tomb of Sand's publisher Tilted Axis has been nominated for the International Booker Prize for the first time in its 17-year history. Tilted Axis had two other titles in this year's longlist – Happy Stories, Mostly by Norman Erikson Pasaribu, translated from Indonesian by Tiffany Tsao; and Love in the Big City by Sang Young Park, translated from Korean by Anton Hur. Honford Star is another publisher that made it to the list for the first time.

Other members on this year's judging panel are Zimbabwean lawyer and writer Petina Gappah; Turkish-American academic, writer, and literary critic Merve Emre; British journalist, author, and comedian Viv Groskop; and Singaporean author, translator, and playwright Jeremy Tiang.

Shree – a frequently translated writer

Hailing from small-town Mainpuri in Uttar Pradesh, 64-year-old Shree has several novels and short story compilations to her credit, with her titles being translated into German, French, Korean, and Serbian, apart from English. Her critically acclaimed works include Mai, Hamara Shahar Us Baras, and Tirohit. This is one of her first works to be published in the UK.

Shree shared her excitement in a press release from her Hindi Rajkamal, “It is recognition of a very special kind. When a work appeals to unknown people sitting in faraway places, then it must have the ability to transcend its specific cultural context and touch the universal and the human. That is true ratification. The work must be good, the translation must be excellent! It is a great moment for Daisy and me. Shows how rich our dialog has been. That is what translation is about.”

Ashok Maheshwari, managing director – Rajkamal Prakashan, the original publisher of Ret Samadhi in Hindi shared his happiness on the novel being shortlisted for International Booker Prize, saying that excellent writing in Hindi and other Indian languages is attracting global attention.

Daisy Rockwell – biographer and translator

US-based Daisy Rockwell has translated diverse Hindi and Urdu works into English. She is the author of Upendranath Ashk: A Critical Biography, The Little Book of Terror and Taste, apart from her many essays on literature.

Rockwell won the Aldo and Jeanne Scaglione Prize by the Modern Language Association of America in 2020 for her translation of A Gujarat Here, A Gujarat There. Her other translations include Falling Walls by Upendranath Ashk and Bhisham Sahni’s epic partition masterpiece Tamas.

Kanishka Gupta, CEO of Writer's Side which represents Rockwell shares in an exclusive chat with Indian Printer & Publisher, “This is unprecedented. This has never happened before. I don't know why people are just saying Hindi translation, because no South Asian language has appeared on the International Booker shortlist. It is a first, it is good to be part of a historic moment like this."

This is the second book represented by the Indian literary agency to be shortlisted for the Booker. New Delhi-based Shree is now looking forward to attending the Booker Prize 2022 award ceremony on 26 May in London.

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No time to cry

Dear Therapals,

The problem with passion projects is that sometimes they are forced into a hiatus while I take care of… other passion projects.

There is a bit of time travel involved in this one considering my first draft is many weeks old. For the sake of story-telling and good personal anecdotes, I will ignore date accuracy. In fairness, I reckon none of you cares about this.

Episode 187 reminded me of the ambivalence of our resilience. We are strong because surrender is never an option for those who count themselves lucky to get this far.

“I would think about how I would kill myself if I could…”

I cried ugly with this episode twice now. When our friend from Zimbabwe talked about having a better life than most people from their country just because they have food, shelter, enough money, and access to higher education I broke down hard. They look around themselves and see other people in dire situations and they feel like they should be more grateful, they feel like those few “luxuries” suffice to a happy life.

When we consider the vast majority of PodTherapy’s listeners, I’m confident to say that I am a type of diversity just from being not American. Yet, I am completely aware that I’m still a white, middle-class person. Behind my many complaints about the country I live in, there is a very conscious appreciation for the level of privilege I have within this particular reality. So, hearing from someone who I would consider less privileged than me that they sometimes think they should just be grateful because other people around them have even less was heartbreaking. I can relate, and I know how much it hurts.

The idea that you are ungrateful for wanting more than the bare minimum is something that I battle with sometimes too. We have these voices in our minds judging us at every display of dissatisfaction, badgering us for daring to be so spoiled as to want more. We tell ourselves that we could be in a worse situation and we think about that all the time because the worse situation is not far away in another “third world country”, it’s right there outside the window. For people who care about others, there’s almost shame of being ambitious. Or being different. Or wanting something else. It’s survivor’s guilt, but an entire lifetime of it.

One of my usual criticisms about the show is the general American-centrist approach, but I don’t exactly expect this to change because it would be silly of me to do so. Not that I don’t believe people can change their perspective, I just can’t expect this from three American guys who never had to deal with anything other than average white America. Their entire reality is fundamentally different from mine and will probably always be since we grew up in vastly different situations. It’s okay, and it is why I decided to write to them and to eventually create this space where I can speak freely on how I see things. By now I have learnt to appreciate those disparities and communicate them as much as I can. The bottom line is, Americans will hardly ever really understand how we Brazilians - or you Zimbabweans - think about community and how we position ourselves as individuals. The same goes the other way around - I don’t get at all the constant need for competition. We can recognize those contrasts and share our experiences to broaden everyone’s perspectives. Seeing things from multiple angles can be a powerful tool to better solve the problems we are faced with. For the record, I am not comparing Brazil and Zimbabwe, I can perfectly recognize that Brazil has a lot of advantages in comparison, and I also know very little about Zimbabwe to make any further judgment. My point here is to clearly put these two countries in a separated group from the US.

Nick said that the listener seemed to have developed healthy coping mechanisms. Speaking from this part of the world that gets described as “third world” I feel like I need to point to the cruelty involved in that process. Living through historic events is exhausting and we have to do it with a grace that is rarely shown to us.

What our beloved American friends seem to fundamentally miss is that we just don’t have the time and the resources to even consider mental illnesses as part of the conversation.

What I mean is that we don’t recognize the impact of our mental health when we are too busy surviving. Throughout this entire pandemic, Brazil is putting its grief on an imaginary credit card that will probably never be charged, or it will snowball into a bigger catastrophe. We simply don’t have the time to cry for every single person that we lose to a preventable disease while we are already burdened with other worries about our own survival. I don’t have time to be depressed and not go to work because I have to feed my family. I don’t have time to contemplate the death of another thousand because I would just be doing that every day. Maybe as a defense mechanism, we become very numb to otherwise tragic situations. Death, loss and suffering are not an anomaly in our reality, they are somewhat the expectation. Considering this, emotional resources are rationed wisely. I cried when one of my favorite comedians died, but nothing changed for me after the passing of the neighbor who almost destroyed my family. To be honest, we will catch ourselves smiling when we hear some famous person died from old age, at least they expired at their terms.

During the days leading to my first shot of the Covid-19 vaccine, my sister and my partner warned me about the pain that would follow the desired jab. They told me to expect a lot of soreness, a sick feeling, real exhaustion. I was prepared to take the rest of the week off to enjoy the beating of immunization.

The issue is this: none of that happened. My arm was hurting for less than 24 hours. In fact, two days after the shot I gave myself two hard slaps in the arm just to show dominance. Pain is not a stranger to me, it’s a character trait. You can’t be soft in a battle.

That said, it’s not cute that we are survivors. Only a few of us are privileged enough to contemplate what it actually means to live, to have the ability to desire for more than the bare minimum. And it hurts us to know that the majority is just surviving.

Now, one thing we can always do is look for peers. The internet made it possible for people to create borderless communities, so we should take advantage of that for our benefit. (Please, Darwin, let me not go on a tangent about destructive communities that can only thrive and expand because of the internet. Thank you.) So, if you can’t find a friend in your village to talk about your struggles with mental health, reach out to a friend in Brazil. Or Poland. Or Australia. We exist, we are here. We are other real people with real problems and a lot of us are open to help those who feel lost and alone. I promise you will find someone who understands your pain, or at least is willing to try.

If you need to hide your care from your family, and can, do it. Just get treated, get help. Worry about yourself first. Nobody needs to know about your health but your doctor or health care team. We love ourselves first, then we ration our energy to help others.

We deserve what we want, friend. We deserve more, we deserve better.

As the official Mayor of Theratopia, fan number #1, and president of the Brazilian Chapter, I hereby dub thee president of the Zimbabwean Chapter. Rejoice!

Triple hug.

The Mayor

#resilience #therapy #podtherapy

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checkoutafrica · 5 years ago

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‘CHIDO’ by Munashe, A Typical African Love Folktale

Love is one roller coaster filled with ups and downs, joy and sadness and a lot of other dynamics which we can not dwell on because there is no formula with and when it comes to this verb. In ‘CHIDO‘, Munashe orates his own experience with Love in one masterpiece of a song, as he flexed his rap muscles in a poetic storytelling flow that paint brushed it’s way in making a typical love folktale.

The song CHIDO is MUNASHE’s first single apart from his many other projects in front the camera. In this masterpiece produced by Tendai Mucheri, Munashe tells a story about a love triangle between himself and two other young beautiful African girls. The complication came about with him having to chase love between the two. His lyrics of a young love depicst a monotonous story many have endured and know, from heartbreak and jealousy to triumph and jubilation.

The producer Tendai Mucheri and Munashe managed to collaborate in infusing rap lyrics into a catchy pop beat seamlessly telling the story about a young man’s (Munashe) pursuit of love and happiness only to find it right before his eyes while he searched everywhere else when it was right there all along. The track executive produced by MadeinZwe also features a catchy melodious hook from award winning John Falsetto.

The CHIDO Video is nothing short of a classic as it parallels the lyrics and core of the track. It was a collaborative project which was directed by Tavonga Gozo and features a roaster of Zimbabwe’s now generation of upcoming and award winning actors. As the majority of the video was Shot in Domboshava, Zimbabwe the visuals depict an African setting with a sense of communal Zimbabwe. The Bottle stores, the borehole, the dress code all puzzled up a typical African Love setting which was perfectly delivered by the cast as they mimed some of the lyrics and acted out CHIDO smoothly.

Playing the characters in what has the potential to be an award winning musical short film or music video is a stellar cast of Zimbabwean actors comprising of NAMA nominated Tinaye Wayne Chiketa as Munashe, NAMA winner Tendai Chitima as Netsai, and Special Class star Melinda Shumba as Chido.

The man of the moment Actor, comedian and now artist MUNASHE is most commonly known for his comedy sketches and stories. This debut single comes as no surprise as MUNASHE has already been involved in some notable projects as a featured artist, including the MADE IN ZWE Charity Single alongside 40+ musicians and creatives worldwide.

Definitely looking forward to more creative work of this callibre from Munashe and the MADE IN ZWE camp.

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Zimbabwean Comedian Gonyeti 'Abducted And Beaten' In Harare

Zimbabwean Comedian Gonyeti ‘Abducted And Beaten’ In Harare

Zimbabwean popular comedienne, Samantha Kureya, also known as Gonyeti, was abducted on Wednesday night, but was later found severely beaten. She is well known for her criticism of the police and government in her skits on the comedy show, bus stop TV.

The government has expressed concern over the incident which it said was carried out by unknown masked men.

Police national spokesperson assistant…

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#&039;Abducted And Beaten&039;#Assistant commissioner #Crowborough #Gonyeti #Harare #Police national #Samantha Kureya #Spokesperson #Zimbabwean Comedian

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goalhofer · 2 years ago

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Famous December 31, 2022 birthdays.

Sir Philip Hopkins (British-American actor and director)(pictured), 85

Andy Summers (British guitarist), 80

Sir Ben Kingsley (British actor)(pictured), 79

Archbishop Emeritus Pius Ncube (Zimbabwean Catholic archbishop), 76

Tim Matheson (American actor and director), 75

Tom Hamilton (American guitarist and songwriter), 71

Beatrice Neuwirth (American actress and singer), 64

Liveris Andritsos (Greek basketball player and coach), 63

Val Kilmer (American actor), 63

Rick Aguilera (American baseball player), 61

Tyrone Corbin (American basketball player and coach), 60

Scott Ian (American guitarist), 59

Gerry Dee (Canadian actor and comedian), 54

Bryon Russell (American basketball player), 52

Brent Barry (American basketball player and executive), 51

Esteban Loaiza (Mexican baseball player), 51

Shandon Anderson (American basketball player), 49

Rami Alanko (Finnish hockey player), 47

Psy (South Korean singer and rapper), 45

Jesse Carlson (American baseball player), 42

Jason Campbell (American football player), 41

Julio DePaula (Dominican baseball player), 40

Luke Schenscher (Australian basketball player), 40

Nate Freiman (American baseball player), 36

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cloutbase · 3 months ago

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Zimbabwean stand-up comedian Learnmore Jonasi qualified for the semifinals of America's Got Talent

Zimbabwean-born stand-up comedian Learnmore Jonasi has clinched his spot in the America’s Got Talent semifinals. The 31-year-old comic, who now calls Pittsburgh home, captivated both judges and audiences with his distinctive humor and heartfelt performances. Jonasi’s journey on AGT has been nothing short of extraordinary. Earlier in the season, he earned the coveted Golden Buzzer from host Terry…

#agt #comedy #learnmore jonasi #standup comedy

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shadrack1970 · 3 years ago

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Kelly Khumalo Promises world class performance for Zimbabweans at Mai Titi’s Wedding

Mai Titi South African singer and actress Kelly Khumalo is scheduled to perform at Mai Titi’s wedding this weekend. The comedian took to her Instagram, sharing a video clip of the famous South African singer confirming her visit to Zimbabwe for the wedding. According to The Herald, Kelly Khumalo will be landing in Zimbabwe today[Friday], ahead of her performance which she promised to be…

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[TASK 078: ZIMBABWE]

In celebration of Black History Month, here’s a masterlist below compiled of over 290+ Zimbabwean faceclaims categorised by gender with their occupation and ethnicity denoted if there was a reliable source. If you want an extra challenge use random.org to pick a random number! Of course everything listed below are just suggestions and you can pick whichever character or whichever project you desire.

Any questions can be sent here and all tutorials have been linked below the cut for ease of access! REMEMBER to tag your resources with #TASKSWEEKLY and we will reblog them onto the main! This task can be tagged with whatever you want but if you want us to see it please be sure that our tag is the first five tags, @ mention us or send us a messaging linking us to your post!

THE TASK - scroll down for FC’s!

STEP 1: Decide on a FC you wish to create resources for! You can always do more than one but who are you starting with? There are links to masterlists you can use in order to find them and if you want help, just send us a message and we can pick one for you at random!

STEP 2: Pick what you want to create! You can obviously do more than one thing, but what do you want to start off with? Screencaps, RP icons, GIF packs, masterlists, PNG’s, fancasts, alternative FC’s - LITERALLY anything you desire!

STEP 3: Look back on tasks that we have created previously for tutorials on the thing you are creating unless you have whatever it is you are doing mastered - then of course feel free to just get on and do it. :)

STEP 4: Upload and tag with #TASKSWEEKLY! If you didn’t use your own screencaps/images make sure to credit where you got them from as we will not reblog packs which do not credit caps or original gifs from the original maker.

THINGS YOU CAN MAKE FOR THIS TASK - examples are linked!

Stumped for ideas? Maybe make a masterlist or graphic of your favourite faceclaims. A masterlist of names. Plot ideas or screencaps from a music video preformed by an artist. Masterlist of quotes and lyrics that can be used for starters, thread titles or tags. Guides on culture and customs.

Screencaps

RP icons [of all sizes]

Gif Pack [maybe gif icons if you wish]

PNG packs

Manips

Dash Icons

Character Aesthetics

PSD’s

XCF’s

Graphic Templates - can be chara header, promo, border or background PSD’s!

FC Masterlists - underused, with resources, without resources!

FC Help - could be related, family templates, alternatives.

Written Guides.

and whatever else you can think of / make!

MASTERLIST!

Dorothy Masuka (1935) Zimbabwean - singer.

Stella Chiweshe (1946) Zimbabwean - musician.

Sekai Nzenza-Shand (1959) Zimbabwean - writer.

Busi Ncube (1963) Zimbabwean - singer.

Rozalla Miller / Rozalla (1964) Zambian, Zimbabwean - dancer.

Leonard Zhakata (1968) Zimbabwean - singer-songwriter and dancer.

Masasa Moyo (1970) Zimbabwean / Irish, German - actress.

Eska Mtungwazi / Eska (1971) Zimbabwean - musician.

Shingisai Suluma (1971) Zimbabwean - singer-songwriter.

Petina Gappah (1971) Zimbabwean - author.

Thandie Newton (1972) Zimbabwean / English - actress.

Maggie Lloyd Williams (1975) Zimbabwean - actress.

Ivy Kombo (1975) Zimbabwean - gospel artist.

Anna Mudeka (1976) Zimbabwean - musician.

Chipo Chung (1977) Zimbabwean / Chinese - actress and activist.

Danai Gurira (1978) Zimbabwean - actress and playwright.

Kudzai Sevenzo (1979) Zimbabwean - actress and musician.

Edith WeUtonga (1979) Zimbabwean - musician.

Tinopona Katsande / Tin Tin (1979) Zimbabwean - actress, radio and television personality.

Jamelia Niela Davis / Jamelia (1981) Zimbabwean / Jamaican - actress and recording artist.

Shingai Shoniwa (1981) Zimbabwean - musician.

Fungisai Zvakavapano Mashavave (1981) Zimbabwean - musician.

Pauline Kamusewu / Pauline (1982) Zimbabwean / Italian - singer.

Mathira Mohammad / Mathira (1982) Zimbabwean / Pakistani - model, actress, singer, dancer, and hostess.

Lucia Evans (1982) Zimbabwean, Irish - singer.

Cynthia Muvirimi (1983) Zimbabwean - model.

Caroline Marufu (1983) Zimbabwean - Miss Zimbabwe World 2007.

Selmor Mtukudzi (1983) Zimbabwean - musician.

DJ Zinhle (1983) Zimbabwean - musician.

Natalie Gumede (1984) Zimbabwean - actress.

Velile Tshabalala (1984) Zimbabwean - actress.

Barbara Mamabolo (1985) Zimbabwean - actress and singer.

Prudence Mabhena (1986) Zimbabwean - singer.

Ropa Garise (1986) Zimbabwean - model.

Tarisai Vushe (1987) Zimbabwean - singer.

Vimbai Mutinhiri (1987) Zimbabwean - actress, model and television personality.

Taps Mugadza (1988) Zimbabwean - singer.

Chenegeto Brown (1988) Zimbabwean - musician.

Ruvheneko Parirenyatwa (1988) Zimbabwean - radio personality.

Silibaziso Dube / Sli Dube (1989) Zimbabwean - model.

Sibongile Mlambo (1990) Zimbabwean - actress and model.

Ericah Sabi / Empress Massina (1990) Zimbabwean - musician.

Alexandra Govere / Andra (1990) Zimbabwean, Unspecified Native American, French - singer-songwriter, producer, reality tv personality, gymnast, and journalist.

Mimi Ndiweni (1991) Zimbabwean - actress.

Sandra Muchaneta Gazi / Lady Squanda (1991) Zimbabwean - actress.

Kristine Musademba (1992) Zimbabwean / Filipina - ice skater.

Moe Makaya (1992) Zimbabwean - model.

Letwin Tatenda Tiwaringe (1992) Zimbabwean - model.

Shalvin Kundai Chakwada / Empress Shelly (1992) Zimbabwean - musician.

Tinashe Kachingwe / Tinashe (1993) Zimbabwean / Irish, Norwegian, Danish, English - singer, dancer, actress and director.

Lynette Lisa Musenyi / Bounty Lisa (1993) Zimbabwean - musician.

Scola Dondo / Strawberry Ripples Let's Get Healthy (1995) Zimbabwean - youtuber.

Tkay Maidza (1996) Zimbabwean - singer-songwriter.

Thando Sikwila (?) Zimbabwean - singer-songwriter and actress.

Yolanda Yona (?) Zimbabwean - model and beauty pageant contestant.

Catherine Makaya (?) Zimbabwean - model and beauty pageant contestant.

Charity Zisengwe (?) Zimbabwean - singer-songwriter.

Nyasha Matonhodze (?) Zimbabwean - model.

Carol Mujokoro (?) Zimbabwean - musician.

Michelle Wallace (?) Zimbabwean - model.

Violet Makunike / Viomak (?) Zimbabwean - musician.

Tholakele Dlamini (?) Zimbabwean - model.

Sibo Bero (?) Zimbabwean - model.

Hannah Chikosi-Mapepeta (?) Zimbabwean - singer-songwriter.

Rosanna Hall (?) Zimbabwean - model.

Teurai Chanakira (?) Zimbabwean - model.

Olivia Charamba / Mai Charamba (?) Zimbabwean -

RuTendo DeNise (?) Zimbabwean - model.

Sophia Leonie (?) Zimbabwean / English, German - actress.

Charmaine Bingwa (?) Zimbabwean - actress.

Chiedza Mhende (?) Zimbabwean - actress.

Portia Gwanzura (?) Zimbabwean - singer.

Ginny Holder (?) Zimbabwean - actress.

Melissa Mashiki (?) Zimbabwean - musician.

Pokello Nare (?) Zimbabwean - reality star.

Ammara Brown (?) Zimbabwean - musician and actress.

Hope Masike (?) Zimbabwean - musician.

King Lo / Locnation (?) Zimbabwean - producer.

Mbo Mahocs (?) Zimbabwean - socialite.

Candice Mwakalyelye (?) Zimbabwean - radio personality.

Daruler / Mambokadzi (?) Zimbabwean - musician.

Nonku Vundla / Black Bird (?) Zimbabwean - rapper.

Kimberley Robinson (?) Zimbabwean - model.

Greatmore Chatya (?) Zimbabwean - model.

Rachel Stuart (?) Zimbabwean - model.

Nicole Ncube (?) Zimbabwean - model.

Natasha Ndlovu (?) Zimbabwean - model.

Petronella Tayamika Mahachi / Taya (?) Zimbabwean - fashion designer.

Nomathamsanqa Mkwananzi / Nkwali (?) Zimbabwean - fashion designer.

Pah Chihera (?) Zimbabwean - model.

Linda Gabriel (?) Zimbabwean - poet.

Namatai Mubariki (?) Zimbabwean - musician.

Bethany Pasinawako-Ngolomi (?) Zimbabwean - musician.

Chiedza Babra Maswera / Blacperl (?) Zimbabwean - musician.

Bonnie Deuschle (?) Zimbabwean - musician and author.

Dorothy Karengo / Darula (?) Zimbabwean - musician.

Tariro Kadandara / Queen Kadjah (?) Zimbabwean - musician.

Everjoy Takudzwa Kawadza / Eve Kawadza (?) Zimbabwean - musician.

Edeline Mapuranga / Juwela (?) Zimbabwean - musician.

Lady Storm (?) Zimbabwean - musician.

Joseph Magundwane / Mechanic Manyeruke (1942)

Thomas Mapfumo (1945) Zimbabwean - singer-songwriter.

Sam Mangwana (1945) Zimbabwean / Angolan - musician.

Dominic Kanaventi (1950) Zimbabwean - actor.

Oliver Mtukudzi / Tuku (1952) Zimbabwean - guitarist.

Cosmas Magaya (1953) Zimbabwean - mbira player.

Lovemore Majaivana (1954) Zimbabwean - musician.

Jonathan Wutawunashe (1955) Zimbabwean - keyboardist, guitarist, and songwriter.

Bob Nyabinde (1955) Zimbabwean - musician.

Zeke Manyika (1955) Zimbabwean - drummer and singer-songwriter.

Louis Mhlanga (1956) Zimbabwean - guitarist, singer, and producer.

Solomon Skuza (1956) Zimbabwean - musician.

Tendayi Gahamadze (1959) Zimbabwean - mbira player and songwriter.

Peter Muparutsa (1959) Zimbabwean - musician.

Garikayi Tirikoti (1961) Zimbabwean - mbira player.

Keith Thompson (1962) Zimbabwean - musician.

Chirikure Chirikure (1962) Zimbabwean - songwriter, poet, and writer.

Albert Nyathi (1962) Zimbabwean - poet.

Forward Kwenda (1963) Zimbabwean - mbira player.

Alick Macheso (1968) Zimbabwean - singer-songwriter, guitarist, bassist, and dancer.

Leonard Zhakata (1968) Zimbabwean - musician.

Calvin Gudu (1968) Zimbabwean - musician.

Josphat Somanje (1968) Zimbabwean - musician.

Edgar Langeveldt (1969) Zimbabwean - actor, singer-songwriter, and comedian.

Charles Mudede (1969) Zimbabwean - filmmaker.

Musekiwa Chingodza (1970) Zimbabwean - mbira and marimba player.

Clive Mukundu (1970) Zimbabwean - musician.

Christopher Mlalazi (1970) Zimbabwean - writer.

Daniel Dumile / MF Doom (1971) Zimbabwean / Trinidadian - recording artist and producer.

Connie M’Gadzah (1971) Zimbabwean - actor.

Ignatius Mabasa (1971) Zimbabwean - musician, writer, and storyteller.

Willbroad Muponda / Willom Tight (1971) Zimbabwean - musician.

Charles Charamba (1971) Zimbabwean - musician and songwriter.

Allan Chimbetu (1972) Zimbabwean - musician.

Brian Chikwava (1972) Zimbabwean - musician and writer.

Sabhuku Vharazipi / David Mubaiwa (1973) Zimbabwean = socialite, actor, writer and comedian.

Herbert Schwamborn (1973) Zimbabwean / German - producer and rapper.

Victor Kunonga (1974) Zimbabwean - singer-songwriter.

Sean Fletcher (1974) Zimbabwean / English - journalist and radio personality.

Ramadu (1975) Zimbabwean - musician.

Togara Muzanenhamo (1975) Zimbabwean - poet.

Adam Croasdell (1976) Zimbabwean - actor.

Audius Mtawarira (1977) Zimbabwean - singer-songwriter.

Progress Chipfumo (1977) Zimbabwean - singer and guitarist.

Alexio Kawara (1978) Zimbabwean - musician.

Blessing Shumba (1978) Zimbabwean - musician.

Dino Mudondo (1978) Zimbabwean - musician.

David Chifunyise / D-va (1979) Zimbabwean - musician and songwriter.

Leroy Gopal (1979) Zimbabwean - actor.

Buffalo Souljah (1980) Zimbabwean - musician and songwriter.

Alishias Musimbe / Maskiri (1980) Zimbabwean - rapper.

Obi Mhondera (1980) Zimbabwean - songwriter and producer.

Desmond Chideme / Stunner (1980) Zimbabwean - musician.

Nyasha Hatendi (1981) Zimbabwean - actor and producer.

Tongayi Chirisa (1981) Zimbabwean - actor and musician.

Peter Mujuru / Mashasha (1982) Zimbabwean - guitarist, bassist, percussionist, singer-songwriter, and producer.

Sulumani Chimbetu (1982) Zimbabwean - musician.

M. K. Asante (1982) Zimbabwean - author, filmmaker, recording artist, and professor.

Eric Moyo (1982) Zimbabwean - singer.

Lamont Chitepo (1982) Zimbabwean - musician.

Ngonidzashe Kambarami / Ngonie (1983) Zimbabwean - singer, guitarist, keyboardist, and drummer.

Dereck Chisora (1983) Zimbabwean - boxer.

Ngoni Kambarami (1983) Zimbabwean - musician.

Tawanda Sibotshiwe / Jusa Dementor (1983) Zimbabwean - musician and producer.

Winky D (1983) Zimbabwean - musician.

Leonard Mapfumo (1983) Zimbabwean - rapper.

Michael Mahendere / Mic Inity (1983) Zimbabwean - musician.

Tinashe Fazakerley / Rationale (1984) Zimbabwean - singer-songwriter.

Mkhululi Bhebhe (1984) Zimbabwean - singer.

Shingirai Kaserera / Sugaspott (1984) Zimbabwean - rapper.

Flint Bedrock (1985) Zimbabwean - singer-songwriter.

Desire Sibanda / Dizzy Dee (1985) Zimbabwean - musician.

Sanii Makhalima (1985) Zimbabwean - musician.

Rockford Josphat (1985) Zimbabwean - musician.

Simbarashe Muswere / Mystik Becyad (1985) Zimbabwean - musician.

Munya Chidzonga (1985) Zimbabwean - actor and filmmaker.

Tehn Diamond (1985) Zimbabwean - rapper and singer-songwriter.

Rockford Josphat / Roki (1985) Zimbabwean, Malagasy - singer-songwriter, dancer, and actor.

Terrence Kudakwashe Tichapondwa / Tryt (1986) Zimbabwean - musician.

Radzi Chinyanganya (1986) Zimbabwean / Scottish - presenter.

Rudi Schwamborn / Carlprit (1986) Zimbabwean / German - rapper.

Jah Prayzah (1987) Zimbabwean - musician.

Mukudzeyi Mukombe (1987) Zimbabwean - musician.

Abraham Wilson (1987) Zimbabwean - musician.

Martin Tawanda Gosha / Kazmik Chamakanda (1988) Zimbabwean - musician.

Pacharo Mzembe (1988) Zimbabwean - actor.

Biggie Tembo Jr. (1988) Zimbabwean - musician.

Mathias Mhere (1988) Zimbabwean - musician.

Energy Sylvester Chizanga / Free,am (1988) Zimbabwean - musician.

Prince Kudakwashe Musarurwa (1988) Zimbabwean - singer-songwriter.

Tendekai Philemon Tati / Madzitatiguru (1989) Zimbabwean - spoken word artist, slam poet, writer, and comedian.

Gerald Masanga / Jerry B (1989) Zimbabwean - musician.

Alfred Nenguwo (1989) Zimbabwean - singer-songwriter.

Regé-Jean Page (1990) Zimbabwean - actor.

Emmanuel Manyeruke / Guspy Warrior (1990) Zimbabwean - musician.

Nyabulo Mayibongwe Nkomo (1990) Zimbabwean - musician.

Kelvin Kusikwenyu / Killer T (1990) Zimbabwean - musician.

Wilton Isheasnesu Doba / Legion (1990) Zimbabwean - musician.

Elisha Matarirano / Legend Elly (1990) Zimbabwean - musician.

Tinashe Gamure Munengami /Cello Culture (1990) Zimbabwean - musician.

Nib Crouch (1991) Zimbabwean - rapper.

Phillip Kembo (1991) Zimbabwean - producer.

Brian Soko (1991) Zimbabwean - songwriter and producer.

Tafadzwa Mwandira / Celscius (1991) Zimbabwean - musician.

Lovejoy Matare / L kat (1991) Zimbabwean - rapper and lyricist.

Matthew C. Martino (1992) Zimbabwean - actor and producer.

Obey Makamure / Tocky Vibes (1993) Zimbabwean - musician and songwriter.

Darlington Zhanje / Dhadza D (1993) Zimbabwean - musician.

Maligakini Saizi / Kinnah (1993) Zimbabwean - musician.

Gary Tight (1994) Zimbabwean - musician.

Godknows Shumba / Magical (1994) Zimbabwean - musician.

Tinotenda Chitapa (1995) Zimbabwean - musician.

Kelvin Jones (1995) Zimbabwean - singer-songwriter and multi-instrumentalist.

Gift Lihlohonolo Ndlovu (1996) Zimbabwean - musician.

Takura Chiwoniso / Blot (1996) Zimbabwean - musician.

McDon Vladmire Woodburn / Mcy Ghost (1998) Zimbabwean - musician.

Fisher Masango (?) Zimbabwean - model.

Alton Edwards (?) Zimbabwean, British - singer.

Zuva Martens (?) Zimbabwean / Dutch - actor and comedian.

Mathias Muzaza (?) Zimbabwean - singer and percussionist (Mokoomba).

Trustworth Samende (?) Zimbabwean - singer and guitarist (Mokoomba).

Abundance Mutori (?) Zimbabwean - singer and bassist (Mokoomba).

Ndaba Coster Moyo (?) Zimbabwean - singer and drummer (Mokoomba).

Miti Mugande (?) Zimbabwean - singer and percussionist (Mokoomba).

Donald Moyo (?) Zimbabwean - singer and keyboardist (Mokoomba).

Kwayedza Kureya / Kwaye (?) Zimbabwean - singer-songwriter.

Tiwai Muza (?) Zimbabwean - actor.

Rise Kagonaa (?) Zimbabwean - guitarist.

Takura Tendayi / Takura (?) Zimbabwean - singer-songwriter.

Kenny Chitsvatsva (?) Zimbabwean - musician.

Shakespeare "Shakie" Kangwena (?) Zimbabwean - musician.

Chartwell Dutiro (?) Zimbabwean - mbira player.

Kudaushe Matimba (?) Zimbabwean - musician.

Tendayi Jembere (?) Zimbabwean - actor.

Steve Makoni (?) Zimbabwean - guitarist, songwriter, and comedian.

Kwasi Songui (?) Zimbabwean - actor.

Mr. Lion / Gazzully (?) Zimbabwean - DJ.

Clemmence Rice (?) Zimbabwean - bass mbira player (Mbira dzeNharira).

Chaka Chakandika (?) Zimbabwean - kalimba player (Mbira dzeNharira).

Takawira Devera (?) Zimbabwean - lead mbira player (Mbira dzeNharira).

Tendai Kazuru (?) Zimbabwean - hosho player (Mbira dzeNharira).

Mudiwa Hood (?) Zimbabwean - musician.

Douglas Vambe (?) Zimbabwean - musician.

Ngugi Vere (?) Zimbabwean - fashion designer.

Enock Munhenga / ExQ (?) Zimbabwean - musician.

Syfo fame (?) Zimbabwean - musician.

Clyde Macathur Chirikure / Clyde Banks (?) Zimbabwean - musician.

T Makwikwi (?) Zimbabwean - musician.

Antony Munetsi Matambanadzo / mUnetsi (?) Zimbabwean - musician.

Lloyd Charles Muponda / King Labash (?) Zimbabwean - musician.

Tawanda Zarzu Tichareva (?) Zimbabwean - musician.

Tinashe Makura (?) Zimbabwean - musician.

Kudzayi Mhlanga (?) Zimbabwean - musician.

Thembani Mubochwa (?) Zimbabwean - fashion designer.

Ara Kani (?) Zimbabwean - fashion designer.

Doc Vikela (?) Zimbabwean - comedian.

Calvin / Cal_Vin (?) Zimbabwean - musician.

Michael Kudakwashe (?) Zimbabwean - actor and comedian.

Muzi Mangena (?) Zimbabwean - musician.

Dumi Maraire Jr / Draze (?) Zimbabwean - musician.

Zadzisai Chikwanyanga / G.I.L (?) Zimbabwean - musician.

Ian Makiwa / Platinum Prince (?) Zimbabwean - musician.

Nicholas Muchinguri / POY (?) Zimbabwean - musician.

Sam Dondo (?) Zimbabwean - musician.

Tinashe Gonzara / Ti Gonzi (?) Zimbabwean - musician.

Trevor Dongo (?) Zimbabwean - musician.

Blessed Zikhali / 8L (?) Zimbabwean - musician.

Willis Afrika Wataffi (?) Zimbabwean - musician.

Baba Harare (?) Zimbabwean - musician.

Newton Gwanangura / Badman (?) Zimbabwean - musician.

Albert Mushore / Boom Beto (?) Zimbabwean - musician.

Brian Sibalo (?) Zimbabwean - musician.

Calisto Nyamhute (?) Zimbabwean - musician.

Calvin Malunga / Crystal (?) Zimbabwean - musician.

Daniel Mazhindu / Decibel (?) Zimbabwean - musician.

Delani Makhalima (?) Zimbabwean - musician and producer.

Dereck Mpofu (?) Zimbabwean - musician.

Tamuka Mponda-Makuluni / DJ Tamuka (?) Zimbabwean - musician.

Dumalisile Mehlomakhulu (?) Zimbabwean - musician.

Douglas Chimbetu (?) Zimbabwean - musician.

Fungai Paradzayi / Fun F (?) Zimbabwean - musician.

Resilience Chekera / GZE (?) Zimbabwean - musician.

Bessel Mugo Parewa / Hwindi Prezident (?) Zimbabwean - musician.

Jah Child (?) Zimbabwean - musician.

Jah Designer (?) Zimbabwean - musician.

Jah Signal (?) Zimbabwean - musician.

Jeremy Olivier (?) Zimbabwean - musician.

Jonah Moyo (?) Zimbabwean - musician.

Josh Kawara / Josh Kays (?) Zimbabwean - musician.

Shadreck Kwarire (?) Zimbabwean - musician.

Kireni Zulu (?) Zimbabwean - musician.

Achieve Moyo / Krimz Beatz (?) Zimbabwean - musician.

Lucky Kumene (?) Zimbabwean - musician.

Shelton Tutani / Maggikal (?) Zimbabwean - musician.

Ephraim Mushore / Lyrical Editor / Major E (?) Zimbabwean - musician.

Masta Reins (?) Zimbabwean - musician.

Problematic:

Dizzy Dee (1985) Zimbabwean - singer-songwriter and DJ - convicted of rape.

Soul Jah Love (1989) Zimbabwean - assaulted wife.

Washington Kavhai (?) Zimbabwean - musician - convicted of rape.

Tawanda Manyimo (?) Zimbabwean - actor - played a Japanese character in Ghost In The Shell when he is not Japanese.

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hairstylishe · 5 years ago

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Is comedian Ray Vines off the market: Pics

Is comedian Ray Vines off the market. There are pictures that circulated on social media some few days ago of fast-rising comedian Ray vines who does shot skits online and has gained much popularity due to his humorous comedy skits.

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Meet King Kandoro, the new generation of Zimbabwean Comedy

King Kandoro. Photo courtsey of Madhorofiya Republik

You know you must be doing something right if old people like you.

Dave Chappelle

I remember quite vividly the first time l came in contact with King Kandoro’s stand-up comedy at Chez Zandi in Harare, Zimbabwe. My prior engagement to his art had been through various satire skits and web series. Years in, the Madhorofiya Republik Creative Director has come to be known amongst the best in comedy in Zimbabwe. Since his rise in 2017, he hasn’t stopped perfecting his craft. It is evident in his journey that his success was not by accident but by pure sore hard work. With the success of his Conspiracy Theories special in which he interrogates and challenges his audience’s views on the political and socio-economic discourses in Zimbabwe.

During our conversation the comedic maverick shared how he intends to use his platforms to change the narrative of his generation. He further shared how his upbringing played a pivotal role in his career as it gave him an advantage of how he saw the world and how it equipped him with tools and skills which have become in handy today. He breaks down the role comedians assume in deescalating political tensions and bringing awareness to their audience.

CheckoutAfrica: Why comedy?

King Kandoro: Comedy was the one thing that spoke to me more clearly of all the things that l think l was able to do. Its the way the ideas come to me, that’s how l know that l was meant to be doing comedy. I don’t have to think when l do comedy, l just say out things as they come to me.

How do you think your upbringing or background has contributed to your comedic career?

100%! My comedy is my upbringing. The way l was raised informs the way that l speak now, the way that l see the world and all my biases. How l was raised gave me an advantage of how l saw the world. I come from the ghetto. Ghetto youths are naturally optimistic people; we are born in societies that really don’t have a lot. You literally have to make a dollar out of fifteen cents. It’s a community where you are raised to use the things that are to your disadvantage to your advantage. I grew up learning how to have fun on a small budget, learning how to create with very little. It works well in this day and age because reflective of the current times am having to put those skills to good use. Didn’t realize they were skills then because of the poor background. The most important thing l learnt growing up is the idea of happiness, observing the people l was around growing up there was an underlined importance on money.

In 2017, you mentioned in an interview that the long term goal for Madhorofiya Republik was to inspire one or three people to follow their dreams. Has that goal changed? And how does it feel to see that the movement has grown phenomenally and the blind jump paid off?

It was a beautiful realization at the time that we wanted to create a movement. I would have liked for someone to do this for me and to create a model. There was no intention in the process, so for me, as a college drop-out l had to set aside comedy, I had to put my all in comedy. Staying true to that ideal; its been a journey and the feedback from people who support me has been humbling and reassuring that maybe am on the right path. I don’t think l have done enough for someone to copy me and say l want to model what Kandoro did.

Madhorofiya Socials. Photo courtsey of Madhorofiya Republik

Madhorofiya Socials was one of your first initiatives to gain traction. What was the goal with that intervention?

The idea was trying to cultivate a community for myself, where l would be able to convince people that l am someone they could bank on and it was also to build relationships off social media. At the time there was little buzz on the web series l was doing and l was now trying to convert those relationships. The web series l was doing was meant to increase visibility towards my stand-up comedy. I wanted to create a community where when l had an upcoming show l was going to be guaranteed that l would have at least ten people that show up and have a good time. So Madhorofiya Socials became the platform that the people who watched the skits on YouTube and Facebook would get a chance to hangout with the comedian they watched and hear what more he had to say. It was all meant to be a platform to have a good time, sell merchandise and do Urban Grooves karaoke.

You mentioned that there was not a sense of community in the comedic space at that time. What are some of your comedic inspirations from Zimbabwe?

In 2017, almost everyone was doing their thing and energies started becoming more collaborative. I enjoy Louis The Prince, Doc Vikela, Ckanyiso, Kadem and Tinaye. We performed with each other several times over the years and there is now a sense of community. It helped, we helped shape each other’s material which enhanced the collaborative nature. Comedy is the only art form where we can all win together. Where someone is winning doesn’t mean the other is losing, we can all win at the same time.

Looking at your career, you have always navigated as more than a comedian but more of an entrepreneur. Was that a conscious decision or..?

This is the first time am hearing of this (laughs). To be honest l have never saw it that way, I have always thought that at the end of the day we have to eat. It was never from a “we have to make money” point of view. With Madhorofiya Socials the money that was paid for entrance was enough to cover the expenses incurred with regards to setting it up. I have always believed that as long as we are paying the bare minimums we are good, the idea is to not get debt. My philosophy from day one was that l never worried about the money but more on the product itself. I think with that focus on the product meant we were going out of our way to create brilliant content which made it easy to convert it into material people are willing to pay for. If we had planned it in a way where there was premium subscription beforehand, people would have not been interested.

In these current times there is tension around the world in the socio-economic discourse because of the Covid-19 pandemic, what do you think is the role that comedians play?

Comedians have always been those people who bring up that mirror to society, make us laugh about our own and societal insecurities. I enjoy satire so much because l get to play devil’s advocate. Just before this conversation l had put out material which interrogated the governance in Zimbabwe and it’s interesting to hear people’s views. So l would say that the role of comedians is to create platforms where people can converse. If the role by comedians is played well, comedians can easily create a space where we deescalate the tension. It’s a very important role during these times.

Conspiracy theories opening night. Photo courtsey of Madhorofiya Republik

Congratulations on your successful Conspiracy Theories special. It has been received well demographically. You spent a sizable amount of time on your special addressing political mishaps and bad governance in Zimbabwe. Why was it so important to address those aspects?

For a long time, my stand up has been centred around addressing those aspects. I personally believe that young people were getting robbed, if those things are corrected young people can gain their lives back. With everything that is happening l feel like we have been robbed of our innocence and our future. Going back to how l work. I feel like it’s important in getting people to sit down and really speak, creating that conversation. Like l said earlier it deescalates the tension. When you watch Conspiracy Theories you will realize that almost everything l said creates that conversation where it’s trying to navigate that line of saying our lives are dependent on these aspects. Our lives as so intertwined with the politics. Imagine as young people if we got together and started educating each other about these issues and start dialogues. We are creating a space where our future leaders know what we want what we don’t want.

Taking comedy as a career in Zimbabwe is such a huge blind jump. Do you have any comedians from Zimbabwe that have created a model which inspired you to want to assume comedy as career?

For me it was just a blind jump. It was literally my confidence in my ability at the time believing that if l dedicated my time to this art form it would work. It wasn’t modelled on anyone, I would have loved for it to have been modelled around someone but at the time no one had a successful blueprint. Even in the current industry the young generation have no one to model their careers on but it should be modelled around that self-belief that you can do it.

Does the reception of your skits and stand-up comedy differ? And how do you deal with that disparity if it does differ?

I wouldn’t say there is a disparity per se, because it’s more of which art is easier to consume. Stand-up comedy is a niche market whereas skits are generally popular because they are easier to share and they are easy to relate to. With stand-up comedy sometimes the content might not speak to certain individuals.

I also wanted to congratulate you for being part of the Pungwe Sessions Volume II. How did that opportunity come about and how did it contribute your brand?

I have a relationship with guys who ran the project so it was a “let’s see what we can do” type of situation. There was no marketing plan. I was engaged for skits because the creative direction was to bring about that classic album feel such as a classic Hip Hop album like College Dropout.

You gained quite an audience and following in Zimbabwe. What prompted you to move and relocate to the United Kingdom?

I got married bro (laughs). I moved because l got married, my wife is based in the United Kingdom.

Congratulations man, so how are you managing the transition to the United Kingdom?

So far, things are under lockdown. The lockdown has been a hinderance to a proper transition but we are making it work, trying to maintain normalcy as much as l can. There are limitations in terms of content creation, you can’t be out and about. We will see how it looks like after things get back back to normal but am excited, there is work to be done.

While on that subject, how do you think the move can enhance your career?

I’m excited to see what happens. The first thing that comes to mind is that am now in country that has proper structures where there is an actual comedy industry; there are agencies, promoters, and comedy clubs dedicated to the craft. We will have to see how it goes down on the ground but the thinking is in terms of Youtube partnerships, Instagram partnerships and more collaborative work. The main limitation with doing comedy in Zimbabwe was that as much as people would have liked to support you, there was no disposable income. Whereas in the UK there is more disposable income, people can afford to come to shows and people can afford to pay for merchandise. It’s an exciting thought for what comes next.

Nickk Titan and King Kandoro. Photo courtsey of Sadza In The Morning Podcast.

In summation what would you say has been the most important part of your comedic journey? And why?

The people. Definitely the people. I have had people who have been supporting me since day one. As a creator sometimes you become insecure about what you have created and somebody comes through with those kind words and it just reassures your work. People have always shown up throughout my career and supporting, just look at the support the Sadza In the Morning Podcast got from inception and the phenomenal support Madhorofiya Socials has got. More so, the support the Conspiracy Theories special got and even support from people. Now that l am in a different country creatives have been reaching out for collaborative work and just lending a hand. Am excited for what the future holds.

What advice would you give to upcoming creatives, especially creatives in Africa?

Staying true to your passion; thats the most important thing. Stay true to your vision and not go for trends. If you look at my work, it’s been a slow burner. I wasn’t going for trends. When a clip goes viral it speaks to the work that goes into writing, editing and the filming. And also drawing lessons from successful projects. Figure out how to combine those forces to communicate something important. When you chase viral trends you end up producing work that is irrelevant and kind of diminishes the art. Your content should communicate so simplfy complicated concepts for people.

You have done some amazing work with Madhorofiya Republik, Magamba Network and ZiFm Stereo, you have literally been everywhere. Quite a spontaneous journey, what can your audience expect in the future?

They can expect more work. I’m always going to try to challenge myself to do the difficult work, to write better and trying to create content that resonates. I am always happier when my material resonates with the older generations. Naturally we have that ‘versus’ relationship with the older generation, so I want to take the mantle of representing the generation saying ‘there is more to us’.

Watch King Kandoro’s Conspiracy Theories special below.

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