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1- Recent archeological studies suggest the theory that
Athe earliest humans evolved in the Rift Valley in Africa
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113- If we are to remain free, if we are to enjoy the full benefits of Africa’s enormous wealth, we must unite to plan for the full exploitation of our human and material resources in the interest of all our people
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Over the years of reading I've found that the optimal place for me to read is on the train. I like to take tiny breaks to look up outside the window, viewing the world pass by; or look at the people inside and outside the train, and then get back to reading. This way I'm able to read for a longer period of time, and faster as well. Contemplating on this, I realise I've always had this experience since I was a child. When traveling in the back of a car, I could just look out the window the entire ride. I would rather do that than play on my Game Boy. It brought me a sense of calmness. I guess traveling on the train gives me the same sense of calmness and focus to be able to read a book efficiently. Anyway, while being at home and having the urge to read, I find it difficult to stay focused on the book. While sitting in silence I realise that my brain just keeps trying to find distractions. It's not a smarthpone thing. I don't have this problem playing video games or watching movies. I also don't have this problem while reading in bed. I guess it's because my brain associates lying in bed with going to 'relax mode', so I'm able to focus on my book well enough. I wonder if other people on this sub have this same type of 'problem' and what they're doing to help them focus. I've tried listening to music or ambient noises, but found it too distracting. I'm tempted to just put a video on of a long train ride and see if that helps lol. I would bring my book to a park if I had one nearby, but unfortunately I don't. It's not impossible for me to read at home, I have been doing it for years, I just wish I could do it with more focus and thus more efficiently. Would love to hear what you peeps think. submitted by /u/cookiiej [link] [comments]
Unorthodox by Deborah Feldman is a powerful memoir, written succinctly with elegant prose and direct language. It’s personal, honest, as Feldman shares her unique truth fearlessly. It is too short, but basically this book is about the first half of her life. Feldman has since written about the latter half, which I hope to also read. The core of Unorthodox is not about how she became “unorthodox” and embraced a secular life in the modern world, but rather is about how she was raised ultra-orthodox in such a stifling and punishing world. The Hasidic Jewish community in Brooklyn, specifically the Satmar group as opposed to all the different ones, might as well be from another time let alone another country. Lifelong New Yorkers wouldn’t even recognize the world she describes. It is cruel, hypocritical, and is concerned with patriarchal control far more than anything that could be defined as spiritual religiosity. Without even getting into debates about mainstream Judaism, the legacy of religion on humanity, and philosophical questions about atheism and the supernatural, it’s important to remember that this cult does not represent the vast majority of Jews. They are a minority of a minority, although they do have too much political power in some places but that is not the subject of this particular review. The book is a window into an insular world which outsiders rarely get to learn about. That said, it is author Deborah Feldman’s story and she would not presume to speak for all Jews or even all Hasids. Her experiences are her own. She is, however, based on that an expert in a sense. The narrative is mostly chronological, beginning with her childhood and explaining the circumstances of her family. Her mother left long ago, and her father appeared to be mentally ill without treatment due to religious fundamentalism. She was raised by her grandparents, whom she does love, although they do have their flaws. The extended relatives and in-laws who surrounded her in this family-focused community are often awful people, judgmental and petty who seem to get off on telling others what to do. Jewish readers will find some of the culture familiar, and other aspects very strange. These are your average Jews. Even though they live in the biggest city in America, Yiddish is their mother tongue and they look down on the English language. And as pedantic as they can be with following every little letter of the Talmudic law, there are constant rumors of child molestation and even murder that people get away with. It seems very hard to argue that this somehow fosters a superior morality compared to secular laws. The focus is especially on women, who have few rights are not allowed a full education. Feldman finds herself in an arranged marriage at 17 and pressured into getting pregnant young. Without any sex education, she is traumatized again and again. And her husband is just not a figure of respect, to put it mildly, who even gives her an STI. Throughout it all, she insists on hiding away novels and continuing her love of reading and learning, and remains an independent thinker. It shows remarkable spirt and willpower, while her peers were barely literate she comes out of it an accomplished writer. It is unfortunate so many others were left behind. There is a growing movement of young people leaving, but it’s quite an uphill battle. Something I learned in reading this book, is how much the ultra-orthodox obsess over the tragedy of the Holocaust. It is fair, of course, since many of elderly lived through the war directly and remained traumatized their whole life. But the way it is framed as “God’s punishment” for sin, it is clear that the suffering is now used as a method of control by what can only be described as a cult. There is something about human nature that sadly responds to extreme negativity, letting these kinds of emotions manipulate everything until people barely have the ability to think. And yet these people consider themselves scholars. In truth, their ancestors in Europe did not live this way. The ultra-orthodox Hasid religion is a modern movement, constructed after the horrors of the second world war. It is not healthy, it is not bringing any kind of light to the world, and only continues the cycle of suffering. The tagline of the book states “my scandalous rejection”, but the scandal is that so much abuse is allowed to continue in seemingly modern, human rights-respecting societies to this day. That may be a topic for another article, about education standards in New York or current political influences in Israel. The hopeful thing is, after reading this book, more and more young people are rejecting this lifestyle. Unorthodox just happens to tell of Deborah Feldman, and she is far from the only one. She does escape with her son in the end, which happens somewhat abruptly after she slowly takes more steps in her adulthood such as going to college, and mostly the transition is a story for her next book aptly titled Exodus. There is also a Netflix adaptation, which is named after Unorthodox but is focused on its aftermath. This book is about her past, where she came from, and what she must move beyond. Unfortunately, in the 21st century, it’s a story so many people still need to read. submitted by /u/raelianautopsy [link] [comments]
Yōkoso readers, This is our monthly discussion of the literature of the world! Every Wednesday, we'll post a new country or culture for you to recommend literature from, with the caveat that it must have been written by someone from that there (i.e. Shogun by James Clavell is a great book but wouldn't be included in Japanese literature). March 20 was Higan and to celebrate we're discussing Japanese literature! Please use this thread to discuss your favorite Japanese literature and authors. If you'd like to read our previous discussions of the literature of the world please visit the literature of the world section of our wiki. Arigatōgozaimashita and enjoy! submitted by /u/AutoModerator [link] [comments]
Africa’s potential is undeniable. A booming youth population, a rapidly growing economy, and a vibrant innovation scene paint a bright…Continue reading on Medium »
Well tonight folks I've finished reading my first ever Frederik Pohl novel, the first book of his Heechee Saga "Gateway". There are two choices that are offered by Gateway, rich man or dead man, a choice that also applies to women as well. This place has opened up to all the riches that the universe offers, and also many horrors. People who have rode in the spacecraft made by the mysterious Heechee could never know whether the trips they take would make them rich beyond belief or turn them into corpses. When he arrived at Gateway Robinette Broadhead (sometimes referred to as Rob or Bob) he believed that his problem was a very simple one: which is to wait for the right mission and then ship out. But many things have changed him, from watching returned prospectors being scraped off of the insides of their own ships, falling in love and the dwindling of his own nerves. Now years later Broadhead is now a three year veteran, is famous and also rich on a permanent basis. But now he has to face the past and what happened to him, and also to face what he actually is, in an inner journey into himself that is just as dangerous and far more terrifying than his nightmarish trip into the interstellar void that he had finally made himself to take. I've always had the bad habit of starting a book series by reading either the second or third book, but sometime that is rectified. And here with this series I've done that. In the first book of the Heechee Saga I spend an enormous amount of time with the main character, Robinette Broadhead. In every chapter is shifts from his time on Gateway and also the sessions with his computerized therapist. During his time on Gateway he comes off as a very undecisive fellow. In his years after becoming rich and famous, he is in a constant mental turmoil, and more often than not seems antagonizes his AI therapist as he tries to figure everything out. There is a lot of reference to the mysterious race known as the Heechee (of course it is the Heechee Saga after all!). Nothing is virtually known about but I imagine that more would be revealed in later books. And as a nice touch Pohl adds some documents pertaining to Gateway, the Heechee ect. Book one, for me, is only just a start, for I must get my hands on the next few books if the opportunity is right. Or maybe find them online. Either way this series is bound to get interesting! submitted by /u/i-the-muso-1968 [link] [comments]
I have a book that hasn’t left me since I read it. I let it go for a few months after I first read it, and then every now and then I would pick it up and read a passage, or listen to one (it’s old and the audiobook is quite good + accessible). I find now that I listen to the book like an album… over and over, chapters like songs, kind of everyday… when I’m walking home from work, or having a cigarette, or cleaning, or showering. Over and over - it’s long, so it’s not like the same passage again and again. I can pick up anywhere in the story and resume. I should say I never reread books, I never feel called to, except this one. But I feel so comforted by it, so amazed each time, and now I’m starting to feel like a bit of a freak because a friend of mine had a kind of “woah, you’re really still on that?” reaction when I told them. Im not talking about it all the time at all, usually I don’t talk to anyone about what I’m reading unless it really struck me (my friends don’t read and never have) it’s the equivalent to podcast binging in my opinion - not /so/ strange, even though I know the ending.. It is also not the only book I’ve ever felt so strongly about - for some reason it’s just… easier to do this with than others. I have many favourite books and this is just one, but still… What books have made you feel this way?? Or maybe I am a freak.. submitted by /u/jocantsswim [link] [comments]
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Ironically, The Hunger Games was the first book I recall reading and really enjoying the descriptions of the food characters ate. Not only was it relevant to the plot and world building, but it sounded fantastic. Like…bread, cheese, and mint tea sound great. Probably not if it’s your only meal most days, but as a well-fed reader who could distance themselves mentally from the story, really appetizing. And that stew with plums that’s mentioned throughout the story (including the prequel) is intriguing. Also, I’ve been reading A Song of Ice and Fire recently, and I have seen a few memes about Martin featuring descriptions of clothing that (according to some) are superfluous. I don’t agree. Some people don’t think it’s relevant, or I know of some people who prefer to play dress-up with characters in their head and so dislike having canonical descriptions to interfere with that. But I love to know when characters are dripped out or looking like a beggar. Knowing the style, the colors, the types of fabric really paint a picture (even if I have to look up some of the terms. Do you guys like descriptions of these things? Why or why not? I don’t think I’m the only one of course, but I have noticed an increasing number of people complaining about details like this in several online bookish spaces. submitted by /u/concertbeeflat [link] [comments]
Breakdown Ever since childhood I've been an avid reader and this has never changed (nor, I hope, will it ever). I started my journey with Goosebumps which cultivated my love for horror. I also read Tolkien at about age 10 which permanently fostered my love of his world. I was too young to appreciate it at the time, but I've gone back to it countless times since then. My teen years saw me branch into those labelled adventure. These are the fast paced shoot-em-up Indiana Jones style novels like Matthew Reilly. I kind of grew out of these after a time and went back into horror via Stephen King. For years all I read was King, until I'd exhausted his massive catalogue. Then I branched out to some of the other big names like Dean Koontz and Richard Laymon. It took me far too long to expand beyond these names, but now I've read 100+ unique authors - there's nothing I enjoy more than trying somebody new nowadays. As far as the manga side of things - typically I'll watch an anime and then find myself impatient once a season ends, so then I'll grab the manga and read it in its entirety. I'm an absolute sucker for Dragon Ball (RIP Toriyama). What's your favourite book? submitted by /u/SJ-Patrick [link] [comments]
I went into this book with little to no knowledge of it. I read As I Lay Dying not long ago and enjoyed it. I've read lots of books in the last year. Some of my favorites have been Blood Meridian, All The Pretty Horses, The Virgin Suicides, and Flowers In The Attic. I'm pretty big into Southern Gothic literature and As I Lay Dying was right up my alley. Love the stream-of-consciousness, love Faulkner's prose, I figured I'd like it. I am reading this of my own volition. I read a lot of people read this for school or had study guides of sorts to keep in line. I'm just going in with none of that. The only warning I received for it was that when you see italics it means the setting and time are potentially switching. So I kept that in mind and even with that, I pretty much have no idea at all what I am reading. This isn't to say I find the language itself hard. I am very much enjoying Faulkner's prose. I've seen some incredibly beautiful passages in this book. I just have zero idea what is happening at all. I posted a couple of times in the Faulkner sub and keep getting "everything will make sense in the last 2 parts." Well, I'm currently at less than 100 pages left and I feel just as lost as when I started. I started this book 3 days ago and I'll probably finish it within the day. I just don't think I'm getting anything from this. The whole first part with Benjy was completely lost on me. I can't tell you what happened at all. The next part from Quentin's pov, there was an understandable plot but the majority of it was nonsense to me. I got the main points of him being a Harvard student and the whole thing with the Italian girl and getting arrested. He is pining for his sister. The massive walls of texts are straining to get through. It is like when you are reading one of those reddit posts where the poster doesn't break up the paragraphs so it is hard to read. I've read several Cormac McCarthy books so I am accustomed to run on sentences and lack of punctuation but there are several paragraphs in this book that I re read at least 10 times and just decided to move on because I couldn't decipher what was being told to me. I would read something like(Faulkner impression) "caddy Caddy dont go over there now is what Disley said my father once told me a man is a man Man and you must tend the horses Caddy told me in the dark of night I come from within git inside I told benjy inside is where I am inside is where I am to be inside Inside" I just don't know what to pull or retain from stuff like this. This book was for the most part unreadable to me until I got maybe 70 percent through it. And it is referencing things I don't know about because I haven't picked up anything from the word salad I read before. Currently Caddy is banished from the family for reasons I don't know. Someone is dead and they are sad. Jason is a jerk. Caddy showed up at the funeral for the person unknown to me. There are books that are wordy and complicated but this just feels poorly structured. There will be a conversation with 4 people involved and Faulkner will write "she said." Who said this? There are like 2 possible women who could have said this. I get that italic means switching trail of thought but there are several times there are no italics and a character will be talking to someone and it just jumps into a whole different setting and conversation and I'll be pages deep like "wait so we aren't talking to Dilsey anymore? Now we're at the store talking to Quentin who is either a boy or a girl?" In conclusion. I'm nearly done. I can't describe any of these characters. I don't know who they are in relation to each other. The family/friend/relationship tree is completely lost to me. I can follow the conversations and Faulker is such a good writer that the prose keeps me there. But I have no idea what these conversations are related to in the greater scheme of things. Jason is withholding money from Quentin last I read. Except I have no idea what this means in the greater context. EDIT- Alright. I am 260 pages deep and I am just not going to finish it. Reading chapter summaries and your comments. I have missed so many key plot points that I don't even see the point in finishing. I didn't even realize Quentin killed himself or that male Quentin and female Quentin are two different people. I didn't pick up on the majority of Benjy's chapter and same with Quentin's disjointed mess of a chapter so I am missing on crucial plot points. I honestly thought the flat irons he mentioned were flat irons to straighten hair because they were used in relation to him taking them out of his bag with his comb. Did not even realize suicide happened. I was so lost in the run-on sentences and lack of punctuation. I love me some wordy books but this book is just written in such a puzzle way that goes against how I read books. I want to finish a long day, open a book, and be taken to a world. I have zero interest in reading a scavenger hunt. When I usually read it is like a film is playing in my head. That has not happened at any point in this book. This book is disjointed and full of walls of texts and annoying run-on sentences with no punctuation that I cannot decipher. The way people describe Blood Meridian as difficult to read and overly wordy is how I feel about this book. And I read Blood Meridian with ease submitted by /u/twoscoopsxd [link] [comments]
I just finished the audiobook for North Woods, and I sat for thirty straight minutes in a joyous, weeping rapture. As I was listening to North Woods, I was ruminating about life. What is life? Time, grief, pain, joy, ecstasy, and above all change. But do things really change? Mason's mellifluous language and advanced jargon (he used concupiscence twice!) doesn't detract from the fact that his novel explores the human experience through a quaint yellow house in a verdant area in North England. The novel is just stunning. The sweeping pastoral images conjured by Mason's vast use of literary techniques is complemented by the touching and truly human vignettes in each chapter. I loved the format of the novel - the integration of poems, ads, speeches, etc. as little interludes between chapters were such a nice breakup of the form. It is also an epic; it spans time from pre-colonial all the way to our modern era. Above, all, though the novel is just heart-achingly beautiful. The novel explores the pain of forbidden love, the bitterness of a twin sister who is less desired, the tragedy of a mother with her mentally ill son....these stories grip you, hurt you, and leave you with such a sense of emotional connection. The sweeping use of the yellow house and nature as observers of these changing human stories just speaks to how the areas we live in hold so much. They hold laughter, they hold love, they hold hate, they hold tragedy....and as we pass on, the cycle of nature begins anew to observe the machinations of us foolish little humans. Nature itself is it's own character in the novel, in a sense. It is weaved into the fabric of the story both as an observer and as a participant. His description really puts you there. The pure emotion that Mason captures with his words left me crying, and crying, and crying. This novel changed me. I never thought to reflect on how cyclical things are, how pain is life, how love is life, how it's all just part of the fabric of our universe. People die, nature is destroyed and rebuilt, and through it all, things change and yet things stay constant. Such a gorgeous novel. Please read, especially the audiobook. Highly recommend. submitted by /u/ColdestWintersChill [link] [comments]
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