Podcasts about Sahara

On this episode of the “Prison Pulpit” on the China Compass podcast I dive into what missionary pilot Kevin Rideout might be experiencing in Niger (or Timbuktu) after being kidnapped by Islamic extremists (but I repeat myself) last month, in the hopes that we will take time to "remember his chains" and intercede for him as Hebrews 13:3 teaches us to do.... I'm your China travel guide, Missionary Ben, back home in Malaysia. Follow me on Twitter/X (@chinaadventures) where I share daily reminders to pray for China.You an email me anytime @ bfwesten at gmail dot com and learn more about our strategic prayer and missions projects @ PrayGiveGo.us! American Missionary Pilot Kidnapped in Niger (Oct 22) https://christianchronicle.org/missionarypilot/ https://www.christianpost.com/news/american-missionary-pilot-kevin-rideout-is-abducted-in-niger.html First, a couple of facts about where Kevin lived, and where Niger is located… He was in an upscale neighborhood of Niamey, the capital of Niger The US Embassy of Niger was just 2 miles away (8 minute drive) The Niger Natl Guard and Presidential Palace were just a mile away Niamey is located 125 miles west of NW Nigeria, and 125 south of Mali’s southern border Kevin was reportedly taken north towards Mali, home to the infamous city of Timbuktu. Niamey is 500 miles north of the Atlantic Ocean (leap-frogging Benin) Niamey is in the south Sahara, 1500 miles from the Mediterranean and 2100 miles from Cairo Niger is about twice the size of Texas, 3x the size of California, and virtually the same as Peru Niamey has about a million people, and Niger as a whole 25 million Niger has both the highest birthrate in the world at 6.5, but also the highest infant mortality rate The child mortality rate (child deaths before age 5) is between 80 and 250 per 1,000 (1 in 4) Niger is such a basketcase that even China has trouble getting them to cooperate, despite throwing hundreds of millions (billions, really) of dollars their way! China and Niger: https://northafricapost.com/88430-chinas-costly-gamble-niger-exposes-risks-of-regime-agnostic-diplomacy-in-africa.html https://www.scmp.com/news/china/diplomacy/article/3313824/china-niger-ties-challenge-beijings-cornerstone-non-interference-policy Follow China Compass Subscribe to China Compass wherever you get your podcasts. Follow me on X (@chinaadventures), check out our website (PrayGiveGo.us) and email anytime @ (bfwesten at gmail dot com). Hebrews 13:3!

In this powerful and deeply personal conversation, we meet Lori Pappas, one of the first female computer sales reps in the world, an award-winning entrepreneur, and founder of the Global Team for Local Initiatives, where she spent over a decade in Africa helping more than 100,000 people.After years of chasing success, Lori discovered that the true magic of life comes from saying yes—yes to forgiveness, boundaries, curiosity, and self-discovery. Her journey inspired the D.R.E.A.M. Framework, a practical guide for transforming challenges into wisdom.In this episode, Lori and Yo talk about reinventing yourself at every stage of life, the myths that hold women back from self-advocacy, and how forgiveness and reflection unlock our deepest wisdom.

Hoy nos acompaña un hombre que va del Sahara a la Antártida: Millán Ludeña, con una historia de vida que nos muestra cómo romper los muros mentales.Esta conversación es una invitación a mirar nuestras propias limitaciones, aquello que llamamos “imposible”, y a preguntarnos en qué estamos entregando nuestro tiempo de vida.Millán nos comparte:•⁠ ⁠Sus inicios en las carreras más largas y extremas del mundo•⁠ ⁠Cómo transformó su ideal de éxito•⁠ ⁠Las preguntas y cuestionamientos que lo han guiado hacia sus objetivos•⁠ ⁠Cómo reconoció la importancia de priorizar espacios para dedicar tiempo a lo que realmente es esencial en su vidaUna historia para conocernos, conectarnos, cuestionarnos y transformarnos. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

De retour de l'Aventure Saharienne, le premier trek dans le Sahara que je réalise en tant qu'accompagnatrice, je te partage l'effet que m'a fait le désert sur ces 3 jours.Je te parle de mes ressentis mais aussi du pourquoi le désert a un impact si puissant sur les personnes qui foulent son sol.Et si tu tombes sur cet épisode par le beau fruit du hasard,rejoins moi sur instagram: @saratonis.travelEmbarque avec moi, et c'est parti!Musique d'introduction et de conclusion:Flight by LiQWYD / liqwyd Hébergé par Acast. Visitez acast.com/privacy pour plus d'informations.

Bentornati Orsette e Orsetti dai mille coloriTorna a grande richiesta Capriole in viaggio, una rubrica che ci permette di viaggiare stando comodamente… seduti ad ascoltare!

Pocas veces solemos caer en la cuenta de lo importante que es el clima en el curso de los acontecimientos históricos. Quizá a corto plazo no nos lo pueda parecer ya que en el curso de una vida humana rara vez cambian de forma drástica las condiciones climáticas. Pero en el largo plazo el impacto del clima sobre el curso de la historia se ha demostrado fundamental. Desde la prehistoria se han producido varios cambios climáticos de distinta envergadura y todos, sin excepción, han afectado a las comunidades humanas. Unas veces para bien, otras para mal. Los neandertales, por ejemplo, no pudieron aguantar un enfriamiento más o menos repentino del planeta y eso, junto a la irrupción del homo sapiens, les condenó a la extinción hace unos 40.000 años. Ya en tiempos históricos otro enfriamiento provocó la caída del imperio antiguo en Egipto, el mismo que había levantado las grandes pirámides de Guiza. Ese mismo fenómeno provocó que el norte de África, que en aquel entonces era verde, húmedo y se encontraba poblado, se transformase en el desierto del Sahara, el mayor del planeta. Dos mil años más tarde otro evento climático fue el causante del colapso del imperio hitita, de las migraciones indoeuropeas hacia el oeste y de la llegada de los llamados “pueblos del mar” al oriente mediterráneo, tres acontecimientos concatenados que reconfiguraron por completo el mundo antiguo. A los periodos cálidos y húmedos en los que las civilizaciones prosperaban le han seguido siempre otros de carácter frío y seco. Esos inviernos prolongados acompañados de magras cosechas y seguidos por epidemias derribaron imperios, facilitaron invasiones y cambiaron el rumbo de la historia. Ese fue el caso, por ejemplo, de la peste de Justiniano a mediados del siglo VI, provocada por la erupción casi simultánea de tres grandes volcanes en distintas partes del mundo, que tendieron un velo de cenizas en la atmósfera haciendo descender la temperatura en todo el mundo. A las erupciones le siguió la crisis agrícola y, a esta, la irrupción de la peste negra que acabó con la vida de una cuarta parte de los habitantes del imperio bizantino en unos pocos años. La influencia del clima en la historia es un campo de estudio relativamente nuevo. Hasta hace sólo unos años no se solía tener en cuenta ya que nuestros ancestros no tenían el modo de medir con precisión los parámetros climáticos del tiempo que les tocó vivir. Algo de información documental nos ha llegado, pero no es demasiada y, además, está muy fragmentada. A cambio, gracias a los avances en paleoclimatología, se está reconstruyendo de forma muy completa el clima que hubo en la Tierra en tiempos pasados, desde la prehistoria hasta que se empezaron a medir y anotar registros climáticos de forma sistemática y concienzuda ya en el siglo XIX. Hoy en La ContraHistoria tenemos a un historiador, José Soto Chica, bien conocido por los seguidores de este programa, y a un paleoclimatólogo, Francisco Jiménez Espejo, investigador del Consejo Superior de Investigaciones Científicas. Entre ambos han alumbrado un libro excepcional, “El dios incomprendido. El desafío del clima en la historia de la humanidad” que publica la editorial Desperta Ferro y sobre el que hablaremos larga y pausadamente a lo largo de la próxima hora. Bibliografía: “El dios incomprendido” de José Soto Chica y Francisco J. Jiménez Espejo - https://amzn.to/4qW3Paf “El águila y los cuervos. La caída del imperio romano” de José Soto Chica - https://amzn.to/47ZjT2k “Imperios y bárbaros” de José Soto Chica - https://amzn.to/3WWZIwO “El siglo maldito” de Geoffrey Parker - https://amzn.to/49hVYNS “El mundo que forjó la peste” de James Belich - https://amzn.to/48dlFy0 “El cambio climático en la historia de la humanidad” de benjamín Lieberman - https://amzn.to/49AflSz · Canal de Telegram: https://t.me/lacontracronica · “Contra el pesimismo”… https://amzn.to/4m1RX2R · “Hispanos. Breve historia de los pueblos de habla hispana”… https://amzn.to/428js1G · “La ContraHistoria del comunismo”… https://amzn.to/39QP2KE · “La ContraHistoria de España. 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durée : 00:28:34 - L'Entretien archéologique - par : Antoine Beauchamp - Au carrefour des routes commerciales entre l'Afrique équatoriale et le Maghreb, la ville de Sijilmassa a été pendant mille ans un lieu de convoitises. Malgré son importance historique, le site reste méconnu des archéologues en raison des conditions de fouilles difficiles aux portes du Sahara. - réalisation : Olivier Bétard - invités : Chloé Capel Archéologue, chargée de recherche au CNRS au laboratoire Orient et Méditerranée au sein de l'équipe Islam médiéval.

Ils parcourent des kilomètres dans le Sahara, avec leurs troupeaux. Et les yeux rivés au sol, à la recherche de météorites. En Mauritanie, ces chasseurs de pierres venues de l'espace sont de plus en plus nombreux, espérant décrocher le gros lot en vendant un fragment tombé de la Lune ou de Mars. Mais faute d'un encadrement officiel et d'un système d'authentification, ces trésors sont difficiles à écouler. De notre envoyée spéciale de retour de Nouakchott, Des jours et des jours à marcher derrière les bêtes dans le Sahara. Et peu à peu, l'œil s'exerce à reconnaître les pierres pas comme les autres. À Nouakchott, Hame Ould sidi Othmen, longue barbe et lunettes vissées sur le nez, montre fièrement sur une natte les météorites qu'il a dénichées dans le désert : « Je pars chercher des météorites dans toute la Mauritanie. » Il y a une dizaine d'années, après la découverte au Maroc de la grande météorite martienne de Tissint, la fièvre des pierres venues du ciel a gagné tout le Sahara. Ces passionnés sont devenus des experts pour les distinguer : « Ça, c'est une chondrite. On la reconnaît grâce à la couche qui l'enveloppe quand elle tombe du ciel, poursuit Hame Ould sidi Othmenn. On la distingue avec les yeux, mais parfois, on utilise des loupes. » « Les prix peuvent aller jusqu'à 1 000 euros » Tous se retrouvent au centre de la capitale pour vendre leurs trouvailles sous un grand arbre. L'activité est calme : « J'ai des météorites, mais je ne veux pas vendre pour le moment, explique notre « chasseur ». J'aimerais les vendre à 100 dollars le gramme. Le prix peut aller jusqu'à 1 000 dollars. Mais ici les gens ne payent pas, il te propose 10 dollars, c'est insignifiant, [alors] je ne vends pas. » Beaucoup de ventes se font désormais en ligne, via WhatsApp ou sur les réseaux sociaux comme TikTok. Certains intermédiaires, dans le nord du pays, autour de Bir Moghrein, inspectent les pierres avant de les revendre à l'étranger. Mais il n'existe pour l'instant aucun centre d'évaluation des pierres en Mauritanie. Les nomades se fient à leur œil, ou envoient leurs échantillons à l'étranger. « Ils ont des comptes de certains chercheurs internationaux à qui ils envoient les photos de leurs trouvailles ou par voie postale un échantillon de la roche », détaille le Dr Ely Cheikh Mouhamed Navee, premier planétologue mauritanien. Un secteur encore très informel, pas encore réglementé, regrette le chercheur : « Les météorites représentent pour chaque pays un patrimoine. Malheureusement, en Mauritanie, il n'y a aucun règlement dans ce secteur. » Une réglementation existe déjà dans des pays voisins, comme le Maroc. Le Dr. Navee voudrait aussi faire installer des caméras pour surveiller les chutes de météorites dans le désert, et créer un musée pour exposer ces pierres venues de l'espace.

durée : 00:02:00 - Le vrai ou faux - La tempête Claudia balaye actuellement la France. Elle apporte avec elle du sable du Sahara. Certains internautes alertent sur les dangers liés à ce sable. Vous aimez ce podcast ? Pour écouter tous les autres épisodes sans limite, rendez-vous sur Radio France.

¡Auch! Hasta las más grandes leyendas de Hollywood tienen sus tropiezos monumentales. En este video, repasamos esos proyectos que prometían mucho por su elenco de súper estrellas, pero terminaron siendo un completo desastre y, francamente, ¡muy malas películas!

Summary: Ants are such diverse organisms that extremes have evolved. Join Kiersten to learn about some ant extremes.   For my hearing impaired followers, a complete transcript of this podcast follows the show notes on Podbean   Show Notes:  “Tales from the Ant World” by Edward O. Wilson Music written and performed by Katherine Camp   Transcript (Piano music plays) Kiersten - This is Ten Things I Like About…a ten minute, ten episode podcast about unknown or misunderstood wildlife. (Piano music stops)   Kiersten - Welcome to Ten Things I Like About… I'm Kiersten, your host, and this is a podcast about misunderstood or unknown creatures in nature. Some we'll find right out side our doors and some are continents away but all are fascinating.  This podcast will focus ten, ten minute episodes on different animals and their amazing characteristics. Please join me on this extraordinary journey, you won't regret it. In this penultimate episode I thought we'd talk about the extremes of ants. The fastest, the slowest, the fiercest, and maybe a few more. The ninth thing I like about ants is the extremes. Edward O. Wilson studied ants for his entire life, give or take a few years when he was still in diapers, and that was 92 years. He discovered species we didn't know about and described ant behaviors that boggled our human minds. It is no surprise that he included some of the extremes of ant life in his writings.  Something I had no idea about when I decided to pick ants as my next topic was that each species of ant has it's own tempo. Not unlike music, this is the speed at which worker ants get things done. Some colonies are speedy as a tornado and others are as slow as molasses in winter, but they all get the job done. Each tempo fits the niche that a specific species fills in their habitat. Sometimes fast wins the race while other times slow persistence fairs better.  The fastest ants on Earth may very well be the workers of the genus Ocymyrmex. There are 34 known species in this genus and are found in most of eastern and southern Africa. Their chosen habitats are hot, hot, and hotter. Ocymyrmex, or swift ants, have streamlined bodies with very long legs attached with thick segments at the base. The mandibles are narrow and fit tightly against the head when folded. Their spiracles, air holes through which they breathe, are large. Ocymyrmex are built to be sprinters.  On a trip to Gorongosa National Park in Africa, Edward Wilson came across a colony of Ocymyrmex and wanted to grab a few for the Harvard University Lab. By this time in his career he'd caught a lot of ants, so he was well versed in the best ways to snatch a few specimens. The first obstacle he had to overcome was the extreme heat emanating from the mud flat on which the ants were running. It felt like a stove top, so kneeling down to catch some ants was going to be a challenge, but he was up for it. He positioned himself above the workers, readied his forceps, and caught not one single ant. The workers were just moving too fast. He could barely follow them with his own eyes much less grab them with forceps. A quote from his book Tales from the Ant World, “The ants were moving like a sizzle of water droplets in a frying pan, difficult even for the eye to keep track.” End quote. Those are some fast ants! Ocymyrmex are made for sprinting but another ant, which is a double extremist, is made for marathons. Ants in genus Cataglyphis are long-distance runners and Cataglyphis bicolor is one of the most heat tolerant animals known to western science. These ants live in the Sahara desert and are mainly scavengers. They search for dead insects and other arthropods that have succumbed to the heat of the desert to dismantle and bring back to the nest.  Cataglyphis bicolor can withstand temperatures up to 158F,  or 70C, but they must keep moving. If they stop, they fry. Talk about a good reason to keep moving. Let's look at the opposite side of tempo, the slowest ants in the world. Ants in genus Basiceros are as slow as ants can get without dying. These ants are found in Central and South America. They are not well studied and; therefore, poorly understood. The main problem is they are incredibly difficult to find. If you can't find it, you can't study it.  What we do know is Basiceros ants are medium in size and rely on their camouflage to survive. Their opaque brown color closely matches the fallen leaves and mold in which they live. They do hunt for food and like any other slow moving predator they are ambush predators. They simply wait for prey to come to them, lunge, strike, and seize it. They will stalk prey, as well, just at a very slow pace. If they are discovered by something, or someone, uncovering their hidden pathways under the leaf litter they freeze and will remain still for minutes at a time to protect themselves. Edward O. Wilson says of them, “Their tempo may be as slow as an ant species can employ and still survive.” End quote. The Basiceros ants are also an extremist twofer. They are the slowest ants and also the dirtiest ants, which may be a linked trait. When Edward Wilson stumbled across some Basiceros in Costa Rica and transferred a colony to Harvard to study, they realized that the brown color of the ants wasn't just camouflage to blend in with the dirt, it was dirt. The bodies of these ants are covered in coiled and feather-shaped hairs that essentially collect dust and debris. They use the dust and debris to hide amongst the leaf litter.   The colony of Basiceros studied at Harvard demonstrated this in an unexpected way. At the university, the colony that was brought back and housed in tunnels made of plaster of Paris. Within several weeks of living in the man-made tunnel the ants had turned white! They had replaced their dirt colored garments with the white plaster of Paris so they could blend in with their new habitat! For the last extreme we will discuss lets's look at timidity and fierceness, both serve ants well in different situations. Dolichoderus imitator is probably the most timid, or least offensive, ant in the world. This small ant lives in the Amazon rainforest of South America. Most colonies typically consist of a few hundred workers and a rarely seen queen. They nest in random cavities of decaying leaf litter and do not set up permanent colonies. If they are disturbed, by person or predator, they scatter in all directions. Nothing seems to be directed; although, they do pause long enough to pickup the closest larva or pupa to take with them. The individuals will shelter in any covered place they find nearby waiting for the danger to pass. The colony will reconvene in another random clump of leaves elsewhere. Maybe the transience of their nests breeds timidity for survival reasons.  On the other side of the coin is fierceness. There are several candidates for the fiercest ants in the world. Our first candidate is the bull ants from Australia. They are in the genus Myrmecia and the largest workers are the size of hornets. They nest in craters of soil and are not intimidated by any creature that comes near, including something as big as a human. Edward Wilson has seen them lock their large eyes onto an animal simply walking by the nest. Sentries will turn and watch and if you come close, they walk toward you. If they catch you, you will regret it. When the interloper makes the correct decision to leave, they follow up to 10 meters, or 32 feet, to make sure you don't come back.  Bull ants are pretty scary due to their size, but ants that live in symbiosis with a specific bush or tree are even scarier, especially if you come in contact with them in their home. The guardian ant, Pseduomyrmex triplar, are found in palo alto trees common in Colombia. In 1770 Jose Celestino Mutis happened upon these ants in an unpleasant encounter. He paused under a palo alto on a hot sunny day and quickly found himself covered in red ants that were continuously stinging him. There were so many and they were stinging so fiercely that he had to remove all of his clothes and jump into the nearest body of water.  Edward Wilson gives his vote for most ferocious ant to the tree-dwelling Amazon ant Camponotus femoratus. These ants are also know as the epiphyte garden-ants. They live in the trees and use soil and vegetable detritus gathered from the ground and surrounding branches to build spherical ant-gardens around certain species of epiphytes. Epiphytes are plants that grow on the surface of another plant but does not harm the host plant. The ants' nest is held together in part by the roots of the epiphyte. A quote from Edward Wilson's book Tales from the Ant World tells us all we need to know about why he voted these as the fiercest ants in the world. Quote, “When I turned and walked downwind toward the colony, a swarm of workers erupted almost instantaneously. As I came closer, but still without touching the nest, the defenders went berserk. Piling up on top of one another, they reached out toward me with the abdomens of many pointing in my direction and spraying a cloud of formic acid.” End quote. I see what he voted the garden ants as the fiercest ants in the world! There are many more extremes in the ant world, but I have already gone over time for this episode. I'm glad you joined me for my ninth favorite thing about ants, their extremes.  If you're enjoying this podcast please recommend me to friends and family and take a moment to give me a rating on whatever platform your listening. It will help me reach more listeners and give the animals I talk about an even better chance at change.  Join me next week for another exciting episode about ants.        (Piano Music plays)  This has been an episode of Ten Things I like About with Kiersten and Company. Original music written and performed by Katherine Camp, my very own piano playing hero.

In this solo episode, I'm taking you deep into the energetics of having the biggest glow-up of your life…not just physically, but from the inside out. This conversation is everything I wish I had known years ago about the sacred feminine path, beauty magic, and how the way we show up in the world literally shifts our entire reality. I'm breaking down my personal journey of transformation over the past several years and sharing the exact practices that helped me step into the most magnetic, confident, radiant version of myself. Together, we explore: ✨ Why beauty is part of the sacred feminine spiritual path  

Dans le désert marocain, le dromadaire est un animal miracle. Il nourrit évidemment, mais constitue aussi un capital, une source de revenus, d'emplois et joue un rôle socioculturel de premier plan. Pourtant, la filière est aujourd'hui menacée par le changement climatique. La ville de Guelmim est considérée comme la porte du Sahara au Maroc. Cet ancien centre caravanier, sur la route de Tombouctou, abrite le plus grand marché aux dromadaires du Maroc, le souk Amhayrich. Un terrain caillouteux de 10 000 m³, à la sortie de la ville. Ici, il n'y a rien pour faire de l'ombre, sinon un immense pylône, auquel sont accrochés de gros projecteurs. « Allo, Monsieur Omar, vous allez bien ? Ne vous inquiétez pas, votre animal je vais vous l'envoyer ». Assis au pied de la structure, Mohammed, 33 ans, est éleveur de dromadaires. Un métier qui se transmet de père en fils dans sa famille. « C'est dur, témoigne-t-il. Si tu veux réussir dans ce domaine, il faut avoir la foi et le sérieux suffisant. Par exemple, nous, il nous arrive de faire des transactions sans demander d'acompte, avec la parole pour seule monnaie d'échange ». Diminution du cheptel Le lieu perd soudain sa quiétude, quand percent les cris d'un jeune dromadaire qu'on retire à son troupeau. « Ce marché est connu en Afrique pour la vente de dromadaires, assure-t-il. Les gens viennent de partout au Maroc. Ici, tu trouves les dromadaires toute l'année et toute la semaine. » L'animal est présent à chacune des grandes étapes de la vie des habitants du désert. « Tes dromadaires, c'est comme tes enfants. C'est un héritage culturel et, dans notre région du Sahara, si tu veux offrir un cadeau à quelqu'un, il n'y a rien de mieux qu'un dromadaire », ajoute Mohammed. Filière exclue du soutien à l'élevage Mouloud, 39 ans, est commerçant au souk Amhayrich. Il s'inquiète de la diminution du cheptel. Dans la région, la sécheresse sévit depuis dix ans déjà. « Il y a eu une grande augmentation des prix des dromadaires, notamment de l'étalon, observe-t-il. La sécheresse a fait exploser les coûts, car il faut bien continuer à nourrir les animaux. Le salaire du berger constitue aussi une charge importante. On le paie entre 300 et 400 euros par mois. On n'arrive même plus à trouver de candidats. On fait appel à des Mauritaniens désormais. Ces bergers-là peuvent rester un an, deux ans, quand les Marocains ne dépassent pas un mois, deux mois, avant de partir. » Il n'y a pas que la sécheresse qui détruit les pâturages. « Les constructions, les fermes ont morcelé les grands espaces », observe Mouloud. Aujourd'hui menacé, le dromadaire pourrait pourtant être un atout face au changement climatique, grâce à sa grande capacité d'adaptation. Au sein de la filière, certains dénoncent leur exclusion des dispositifs actuels de soutien à l'élevage.

Det har længe stået klart, at krigen i Sudan er usædvanlig brutal. Alligevel er det svært ikke at måbe over de overgreb på sagesløse civile, som RSF har begået i El Fasher efter, de vandt kontrol over den strategisk vigtige by i slutningen af oktober. Red Barnets Afrika-chef, Jakob Eilsøe Mikkelsen, udlægger den humanitære situation i og omkring El Fasher.

Gaza: vaccination campaign begins as immunisation rate drops below critical threshold, warns UNICEFSudan: Harrowing testimony from El Fasher survivors highlight scale of needs – UN gender equality agencyAll credit to a new FAO-backed lending initiative for small-scale farmers in the Sahara and beyond

Ce mardi 11 novembre, Djilali Benchabane, consultant en stratégie et géopolitique, était l'invité d'Annalisa Cappellini dans Le monde qui bouge - L'Interview, de l'émission Good Morning Business, présentée par Laure Closier. Ils sont revenus sur le Maroc et la question du Sahara occidental. Retrouvez l'émission du lundi au vendredi et réécoutez la en podcast.

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Alors que Paris s'apprête à commémorer, ce jeudi 13 novembre 2025, les attentats les plus meurtriers de son histoire, dix ans plus tard, le terrorisme islamiste reste un danger… en France, mais pas seulement. Dans un rapport datant du mois d'août dernier, les Nations unies assurent que la menace que représentent le groupe État islamique et ses affiliés «reste intacte», sa «stratégie» s'orientant «de plus en plus» vers l'Afrique. Au Moyen-Orient aussi, dans les régions irako-syriennes qu'elle dominait, il y a dix ans, l'organisation pourrait potentiellement regagner de l'influence. Sans oublier une autre branche particulièrement active en Asie centrale. Alors comment le terrorisme islamiste parvient-il à perdurer ? Comment expliquer son influence dans certaines régions du monde ? Et peut-on faire face à cette menace ?   Invités - Anne-Clémentine Larroque, historienne, spécialiste des idéologies islamistes. Auteure de Géopolitique des islamismes et Le trou identitaire (PUF) - Myriam Benraad, politologue, spécialiste de l'Irak et du Moyen-Orient. Auteure de cet ouvrage : L'État islamique est-il défait ? (CNRS Éditions) - Nicolas Normand, ancien ambassadeur de France au Mali, au Congo-Brazzaville et au Sénégal. Auteur du Grand livre de l'Afrique : chaos ou émergence au sud du Sahara ? (Eyrolles).

Just when we thought we knew the whole human story, the Sahara threw us a plot twist! Archaeologists have uncovered evidence of a mysterious human lineage that no one saw coming. These ancient remains are challenging everything we believed about who lived in Africa—and when. Could this be a missing branch on our family tree, hidden under the desert for thousands of years? It's a discovery that raises more questions than answers... and it's just the beginning. Hit play to unravel this ancient mystery with us! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Notre invité Afrique du jour nous emmène dans le sud du Maroc, aux portes du Sahara. Acteur culturel important, Halim Sbaï est le fondateur et le directeur du festival Zamane. Cet évènement, qui se tiendra du 14 au 16 novembre à M'Hamid El Ghizlane, met en valeur les traditions ancestrales, les cultures du désert et tisse des ponts avec les pays voisins, notamment le Mali en invitant des musiciens importants. Pour cette édition, c'est Vieux Farka Touré, le fils de feu Ali Farka Touré. Halim Sbaï est l'invité Afrique de Guillaume Thibault. À lire aussiMaroc: le festival Zamane a l'ambition de faire revivre les traditions

Discover the beauty of Algeria as we sit down with Ambassador Sabri Boukadoum to reflect on a journey across the country, from the Mediterranean coast to the golden dunes of the Sahara. Learn how culture, history, and hospitality come together to make Algeria a destination unlike any other. Sponsor: Embassy of Algeria 

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​​​Au cours du debat Arbre à palabres, Eric Topona et ses invités reviennent sur la célébration par les Marocains, le 6 novembre 2025, du 50ème anniversaire de la Marche verte. Il sera aussi question de la portée de l'approbation par le Conseil de sécurité des Nations unies, le 31 octobre, d'une résolution reconnaissant le plan d'autonomie de Rabat pour résoudre le conflit du Sahara occidental.

Discover the beauty of Algeria as we sit down with Ambassador Sabri Boukadoum to reflect on a journey across the country, from the Mediterranean coast to the golden dunes of the Sahara. Learn how culture, history, and hospitality come together to make Algeria a destination unlike any other.

Fjallað var um Tansaníu í Heimsglugga vikunnar og einnig kosningarnar í Bandaríkjunum sem voru í fyrradag. Jón Geir Pétursson, prófessor í umhverfis- og auðlindafræði við HÍ, þekkir afar vel til í Afríku, hefur búið og starfað í nokkrum löndum álfunnar og er einn höfunda bókarinnar Afríka sunnan Sahara í brennidepli II, sem kom út í fyrra. Tansanía er stórt land og þar búa um 47 milljónir manna en fréttir frá landinu eru ekki daglegt brauð í vestrænum miðlum. Ólga og blóðug mótmæli í tengslum við forsetakosningar þar í síðustu viku hafa verið í fréttum. Samia Suluhu Hassan var endurkjörin forseti með 98 prósentum atkvæða og augljóst að brögð voru í tafli. Jón Geir sagði okkur frá Tansaníu og við byrjuðum fyrir meira en hundrað árum.

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Il y a 50 ans, le 6 novembre 1975, des milliers de Marocains entrent sur le territoire du Sahara occidental. Des civils traversent alors la frontière à l'appel du roi Hassan II : c'est la Marche verte. Le chef d'État revendique ce territoire encore sous domination espagnole, estimant qu'il fait historiquement partie du Maroc et qu'il lui a été injustement spolié lors de la colonisation. Cette démonstration de force patriotique et populaire aboutit à la signature des accords de Madrid en 1975 et au retrait des Espagnols. Matthias Raynal a rencontré d'anciens marcheurs. De notre correspondant à Casablanca C'est un reportage radio, mais Ali, 72 ans, tient à répondre à l'interview, entouré de ses reliques. « Ça, c'est le Coran d'époque, c'est avec lui qu'on a récupéré le Sahara. C'était ça notre seule arme, avec ça, le drapeau du Maroc », expose le marcheur de l'époque. Les participants étaient des civils, la marche pacifique. Ali exhibe fièrement son wissam, la médaille qu'il a reçue pour cette marche. Il l'a accrochée au col de sa tunique sahraouie. Le 16 octobre 1975, le roi Hassan II s'adresse à la nation. Il appelle les Marocains à marcher vers le Sahara occidental. Il souhaite que 350 000 personnes s'y rendent pour montrer au monde que son pays n'abandonnera pas ses revendications sur ce territoire. « Au moment du discours, j'étais à la maison, avec ma famille. Il y avait un tel enthousiasme que quand je l'ai entendu, je me suis levé et je leur ai dit : ''je vais partir, notre roi nous demande de récupérer notre terre''. On est parti pour combattre la colonisation, pour poursuivre l'indépendance de notre pays », raconte Ali. Le 6 novembre 1975, l'ordre est donné de traverser la frontière. « On a mis des matelas sur les barbelés pour les mettre à terre. Le drapeau espagnol a été enlevé, on a hissé le drapeau marocain », continue-t-il.  Saadia avait seulement 16 ans. Elle se souvient de l'atmosphère qui régnait entre les participants. « On s'est retrouvées entre femmes de tout le Maroc. On était toutes contentes. On n'avait peur de rien. C'était comme si on faisait le pèlerinage ! », explique-t-elle. Elle traversait son pays et rencontrait des Sahraouis pour la première fois. « À Tarfaya, les femmes Sahraouies venaient nous voir, elles venaient passer la journée avec nous dans les tentes, elles étaient contentes qu'on soit là. On s'est liées d'amitié, on passait notre temps ensemble à rigoler, à discuter », poursuit-Saadia.  À son retour à Casablanca, elle prit conscience de ce qui venait de se passer. Saadia, Ali et les autres furent accueillis en héros. Tout le monde les attendait. Et partout, se répétaient les mêmes scènes de liesse. À lire aussiSahara occidental : 50 ans après la Marche verte, l'ONU fait évoluer sa position au profit du Maroc

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On l'a appris mardi soir, le Maroc décrète que le 31 octobre sera une nouvelle fête nationale. En effet, vendredi 31 octobre dernier, à New York, le Conseil de sécurité de l'ONU a voté une résolution qui prend position pour le plan d'autonomie du Sahara occidental présenté par le Maroc. Pourquoi l'Algérie n'a-t-elle pas pris part au vote ? Quelles sont les options politiques et militaires qui restent pour le Front Polisario ? La politologue Khadija Mohsen-Finan, spécialiste du Maghreb et membre du comité de rédaction de la revue Orient XXI, répond aux questions de Christophe Boisbouvier. RFI : Khadija Mohsen-Finan, qu'est-ce qui change avec le vote de vendredi dernier au Conseil de sécurité ? En réalité, ça change beaucoup de choses, parce que c'est ce qu'attendaient les Marocains, c'est-à-dire la reconnaissance par la communauté internationale de ce que Hassan II appelait leur titre de propriété sur le Sahara. Et au moment où plusieurs États, comme les États-Unis, comme la France, comme la Grande-Bretagne, s'apprêtent à investir dans ce territoire, il fallait absolument dépasser, si vous voulez, le fait qu'on était dans un schéma colonial, puisque ce territoire était à décoloniser. Donc, il fallait sortir de ce schéma de colonisateurs et colonisés. Et c'est ce qui a été fait par le vote de vendredi dernier au Conseil de sécurité des Nations unies. Alors, on savait à l'avance que les Américains, les Anglais et les Français allaient voter pour ce plan d'autonomie proposé par le Maroc, mais on ne savait pas ce qu'allaient faire les Russes et les Chinois. Et c'est peut-être ça la nouveauté, non ? Alors les Russes et les Chinois, disons que le ministre marocain des Affaires étrangères Nasser Bourita s'est rendu à Moscou et les Marocains ont eu l'assurance que les Russes pouvaient tout à fait ne pas leur tenir rigueur de la situation. Et très probablement, la dernière mouture du texte de la résolution a été faite pour que les Russes et les Chinois puissent justement s'abstenir et ne pas voter contre, en y ajoutant le terme de « autodétermination ». Ça, c'est très précieux pour les Russes, c'est très précieux pour les Chinois. Mais j'ajouterai que, depuis quelques années, les Russes entretiennent de très bonnes relations avec le Maroc. On n'est plus du tout dans le schéma de la guerre froide. Et c'est donc la première fois que Moscou et Pékin ne disent pas non à un texte qui « estime qu'une véritable autonomie sous souveraineté marocaine pourrait représenter la solution la plus réalisable » au Sahara occidental ? Absolument. Alors maintenant, on peut s'attendre justement à ce que Russes et Chinois soient attentifs au type d'autonomie qui va être mise en place par le Maroc dans cette région. À lire aussiSahara occidental: le Conseil de sécurité de l'ONU apporte son soutien au plan marocain Pourquoi l'Algérie, qui est membre cette année du Conseil de sécurité, a refusé de prendre part au vote de vendredi ? Alors ça reste quand même très surprenant. Très probablement parce que l'Algérie veut revenir sur la scène régionale et internationale, qu'elle compte beaucoup sur un partenariat économique et stratégique avec Washington, avec les États-Unis et que finalement, elle a peut-être accepté d'être dans ce que certains pourraient appeler la realpolitik. Mais c'est malgré tout une manière de tourner le dos au Front Polisario, à l'autodétermination qu'elle a portée quand même depuis 50 ans. Peut-on parler d'un début de lâchage du Polisario par l'Algérie ? Très probablement parce que, si vous voulez, s'il y a une sortie honorable par ce texte de résolution, personne ne sait ce que vont devenir aujourd'hui les Sahraouis de Tindouf, ce que va devenir la cause sahraouie. Personne n'en parle et je ne pense pas du tout qu'ils vont continuer à être parrainés à être protégés par Alger. Et c'est bien leur inquiétude d'ailleurs. Et dans les dernières déclarations du Front Polisario, on peut entrevoir malgré tout un désespoir. Le ministre des Affaires étrangères du Front Polisario affirme que son mouvement n'acceptera le plan marocain que si la population sahraouie le valide par référendum. Oui, c'est ce qu'il avait dit. Mais si vous voulez, on ne peut pas donner de traduction réelle à ses propos, puisque le Front Polisario seul ne peut pas affronter le Maroc. Et de toutes les manières, il devait attendre l'autorisation d'Alger pour agir sur le plan militaire. Aujourd'hui, vous dites que la balle est dans le camp du Maroc qui doit préciser, qui doit détailler son plan d'autonomie, c'est ça qu'il doit faire ? Peut-être des concessions politiques aussi ? C'est ce que lui impose l'application d'une autonomie réelle. Aujourd'hui, l'autonomie réelle, si on voulait l'appliquer au Maroc, le schéma politique marocain ne le permettrait pas. Il faut qu'il y ait un schéma de décentralisation et de démocratisation de ce pays pour que l'autonomie puisse s'instaurer. Mais ce sont beaucoup de questions. On ne sait pas ce qui va se passer au niveau national marocain et au niveau régional, pour qu'il y ait véritablement une autonomie et que les Sahraouis puissent trouver leur place. À lire aussiLes Marocains fêtent dans les rues la résolution de l'ONU sur le Sahara occidental

Fluent Fiction - Italian: Unveiling the Sahara: A Journey of Instinct and Discovery Find the full episode transcript, vocabulary words, and more:fluentfiction.com/it/episode/2025-11-05-08-38-20-it Story Transcript:It: Il sole splendeva alto nel cielo del Sahara, proiettando ombre lunghe e misteriose sulle dune.En: The sun shone high in the sky of the Sahara, casting long and mysterious shadows over the dunes.It: Luca, con i suoi capelli scuri e gli occhi curiosi, osservava il deserto infinito davanti a lui.En: Luca, with his dark hair and curious eyes, observed the endless desert before him.It: Accanto, Giovanni camminava con passi misurati, mentre Sofia controllava il loro zaino.En: Next to him, Giovanni walked with measured steps, while Sofia checked their backpack.It: Cercavano un'antica città, sepolta sotto le sabbie, di cui avevano sentito parlare nei racconti dei beduini.En: They were searching for an ancient city, buried under the sands, which they had heard about in the tales of the Bedouins.It: Luca era affascinato dal deserto, ma nel suo cuore c'era un sottile timore: perdersi, senza mai trovare la via del ritorno.En: Luca was fascinated by the desert, but in his heart there was a subtle fear: getting lost, never finding the way back.It: Per questo aveva sempre con sé una bussola speciale, che indicava costantemente verso est.En: For this reason, he always carried with him a special compass, which constantly pointed east.It: Quel giorno, mentre l'autunno mitigava leggermente il caldo oppressivo, la sua bussola si fermò all'improvviso.En: That day, while autumn slightly mitigated the oppressive heat, his compass suddenly stopped.It: Luca la scosse, la osservò attentamente, ma l'ago della bussola era immobile.En: Luca shook it, observed it carefully, but the compass needle was still.It: La mente di Luca si riempì di dubbi.En: Luca's mind filled with doubts.It: "Come troveremo l'antica città ora?"En: "How will we find the ancient city now?"It: pensò.En: he thought.It: Sofia e Giovanni lo guardarono, aspettando una decisione.En: Sofia and Giovanni looked at him, waiting for a decision.It: Luca decise di affidarsi al suo intuito.En: Luca decided to rely on his intuition.It: Conosceva il percorso: le dune, le rare palme, le rocce solitarie.En: He knew the path: the dunes, the rare palms, the solitary rocks.It: Iniziò a camminare, usando il paesaggio come guida.En: He began to walk, using the landscape as a guide.It: Il cielo si scurì.En: The sky darkened.It: I venti iniziarono a soffiare con furia crescente.En: The winds began to blow with increasing fury.It: Una tempesta di sabbia si avvicinava.En: A sandstorm was approaching.It: Luca, sentendo il battito del suo cuore accelerare, cercò un riparo.En: Luca, feeling his heartbeat accelerating, looked for shelter.It: Con Giovanni e Sofia, trovò un riparo naturale tra le rocce.En: With Giovanni and Sofia, he found a natural refuge among the rocks.It: Le ore passarono, il vento ululava, il tempo sembrava eterno.En: The hours passed, the wind howled, time seemed eternal.It: Ma Luca capì che la tempesta, come ogni cosa, avrebbe avuto una fine.En: But Luca understood that the storm, like everything, would have an end.It: Quando finalmente il vento si placò e la polvere si sedò, Luca alzò lo sguardo.En: When finally the wind calmed and the dust settled, Luca looked up.It: Sul riparo roccioso, vide antiche incisioni nella pietra.En: On the rocky shelter, he saw ancient carvings in the stone.It: Linee e simboli che non lasciavano dubbi sulla direzione da prendere.En: Lines and symbols that left no doubt about the direction to take.It: Quella scoperta accese una fiamma di fiducia in Luca.En: That discovery ignited a flame of confidence in Luca.It: Aveva superato la tempesta e trovato un indizio importante.En: He had overcome the storm and found an important clue.It: Aveva imparato a fidarsi del suo istinto, superando la paura di perdersi.En: He had learned to trust his instinct, overcoming the fear of getting lost.It: Mentre il sole tramontava e la sabbia brillava di un colore aranciato, Luca si sentì parte del deserto.En: As the sun set and the sand glowed a shade of orange, Luca felt part of the desert.It: Con un sorriso, si preparò a proseguire il viaggio, più sicuro che mai della sua capacità di affrontare l'incertezza.En: With a smile, he prepared to continue the journey, more certain than ever of his ability to face uncertainty.It: Giovanni e Sofia, vicini, lo seguirono, sentendo anche loro il cambiamento.En: Giovanni and Sofia, close by, followed him, also feeling the change.It: Le dune continuavano a estendersi davanti a loro, ma ora sembravano meno minacciose.En: The dunes continued to stretch out before them, but now they seemed less threatening. Vocabulary Words:the shadow: l'ombramysterious: misteriosothe dune: la dunameasured: misuratothe city: la cittàburied: sepoltothe tale: il raccontothe compass: la bussolaoppressive: oppressivothe needle: l'agothe doubt: il dubbiointuition: l'intuitothe landscape: il paesaggiodarkened: scuritothe wind: il ventofury: furiathe storm: la tempestashelter: il riparoeternal: eternothe carving: l'incisionethe stone: la pietrathe clue: l'indiziothe fear: il timoreconfidence: la fiduciathe storm: la tempestatrust: fidarsito overcome: superarethe dusk: il tramontoready: prontouncertainty: l'incertezza

Fluent Fiction - Italian: Chasing Shadows: An Artist's Journey Through the Sahara Find the full episode transcript, vocabulary words, and more:fluentfiction.com/it/episode/2025-11-05-23-34-02-it Story Transcript:It: Il sole si alzava maestoso nel cielo del Sahara, illuminando le dune di sabbia che si stendevano infinite.En: The sun rose majestically in the Sahara sky, illuminating the endless stretches of sand dunes.It: Giulia, una giovane fotografa italiana, camminava con la macchina fotografica a tracolla.En: Giulia, a young Italian photographer, walked with her camera slung over her shoulder.It: Era in missione: catturare l'essenza del deserto in un'immagine perfetta per la sua prossima mostra.En: She was on a mission: to capture the essence of the desert in a perfect image for her upcoming exhibition.It: La sua sfida personale?En: Her personal challenge?It: Superare la paura di non essere all'altezza delle sue aspettative.En: To overcome the fear of not living up to her own expectations.It: Giulia si avventurava lontano dal suo campeggio, attirata dalla promessa di un tramonto mozzafiato.En: Giulia ventured far from her campsite, drawn by the promise of a breathtaking sunset.It: Le ombre delle dune si allungavano nel pomeriggio, creando un gioco di luci e ombre che affascinava il suo occhio artistico.En: The shadows of the dunes lengthened in the afternoon, creating a play of light and shadow that fascinated her artistic eye.It: Ma il calore del sole era implacabile.En: But the sun's heat was relentless.It: Sottovalutò la forza della natura, facendo affidamento su una mappa approssimativa e poca acqua.En: She underestimated the power of nature, relying on a rough map and little water.It: Mentre cercava l'angolo perfetto per scattare la foto, Giulia sentì la gola seccarsi.En: As she searched for the perfect angle to take her photo, Giulia felt her throat drying out.It: Realizzò allora di essere in difficoltà.En: She realized then that she was in trouble.It: "Devo tornare indietro," pensò, ma la tentazione di continuare era forte.En: "I must turn back," she thought, but the temptation to continue was strong.It: Aveva sentito parlare di un'oasi oltre la prossima duna.En: She had heard of an oasis beyond the next dune.It: Ma il deserto, con i suoi miraggi ingannatori, la confuse.En: But the desert, with its deceptive mirages, confused her.It: Con passi sempre più pesanti, Giulia si spinse avanti, il suo corpo gridava per l'acqua.En: With increasingly heavy steps, Giulia pushed on, her body crying out for water.It: L'oasi appariva davanti a lei, ma la scena sfocava e svaniva come un sogno.En: The oasis appeared before her, but the scene blurred and vanished like a dream.It: Era solo un miraggio.En: It was just a mirage.It: Disorientata e stanca, cadde ginocchio nella sabbia calda.En: Disoriented and tired, she fell to her knees in the hot sand.It: Stava per perdere i sensi, ma riuscì a lanciare un ultimo grido d'aiuto prima che il mondo intorno a lei diventasse un mare silenzioso.En: She was about to lose consciousness but managed to let out one last cry for help before the world around her became a silent sea.It: Il sole calava all'orizzonte quando Luca, un altro viaggiatore che aveva notato la sua assenza prolungata, la trovò.En: The sun was setting on the horizon when Luca, another traveler who had noticed her prolonged absence, found her.It: "Giulia!"En: "Giulia!"It: chiamò, scuotendola delicatamente.En: he called, shaking her gently.It: Spinse un sorso d'acqua alle sue labbra secche.En: He pressed a sip of water to her dry lips.It: La freschezza del liquido fu una benedizione.En: The freshness of the liquid was a blessing.It: "Calma, sei al sicuro ora," rassicurò.En: "Calm down, you're safe now," he reassured her.It: Giulia lentamente tornò in sé, il cielo si colorava di un arancione vibrante.En: Giulia slowly came to, the sky turning a vibrant orange.It: Con l'aiuto di Luca, raggiunse il campo.En: With Luca's help, she reached the camp.It: Anche se non aveva immortalato il tramonto, aveva imparato una lezione preziosa: il rispetto per la natura e una maggiore consapevolezza dei suoi limiti.En: Although she had not captured the sunset, she had learned a valuable lesson: respect for nature and a heightened awareness of her limits.It: Di fronte al fuoco del campo, Giulia rifletteva sull'esperienza, promettendo a se stessa di essere sempre preparata, e di non dimenticare mai la bellezza e la pericolosità del deserto.En: In front of the campfire, Giulia reflected on the experience, promising herself to always be prepared and to never forget the beauty and danger of the desert.It: Il Sahara l'aveva sfidata, e lei aveva scoperto forza e saggezza che non sapeva di possedere.En: The Sahara had challenged her, and she had discovered strength and wisdom she hadn't known she possessed. Vocabulary Words:the sahara: il saharastretches: le estensionithe campsite: il campeggiothe exhibition: la mostrathe expectation: le aspettativethe sunset: il tramontothe shadow: le ombrethe heat: il calorethe throat: la golathe temptation: la tentazionethe oasis: l'oasithe mirage: il miraggiothe knee: il ginocchiothe sip: il sorsothe freshness: la freschezzathe blessing: la benedizionethe challenge: la sfidathe wisdom: la saggezzathe photographer: la fotografathe image: l'immaginethe angle: l'angolothe cry: il gridothe silence: il silenziothe absence: l'assenzathe lips: le labbrathe awareness: la consapevolezzathe respect: il rispettothe danger: la pericolositàthe horizon: l'orizzontethe traveler: il viaggiatore

Fluent Fiction - French: Souvenirs of the Sahara: Éloise's Journey to Connection Find the full episode transcript, vocabulary words, and more:fluentfiction.com/fr/episode/2025-11-05-23-34-02-fr Story Transcript:Fr: Le soleil se levait dans le désert du Sahara, peignant le ciel de nuances rouges et dorées.En: The sun rose over the désert du Sahara, painting the sky with shades of red and gold.Fr: Éloise, Luc et Hugo se tenaient au bord d'un marché animé.En: Éloise, Luc and Hugo stood at the edge of a bustling market.Fr: Les bruits de la foule remplissaient l'air, mélangés aux appels des marchands et aux sons des animaux de la région.En: The sounds of the crowd filled the air, mixed with the calls of merchants and the sounds of regional animals.Fr: Éloise regardait autour, émerveillée par les couleurs vives des tissus suspendus dans les étals.En: Éloise looked around, amazed by the bright colors of the fabrics hanging from the stalls.Fr: Des tapis marocains, des bijoux en argent et des poteries artisanales s'étalaient devant elle.En: Moroccan carpets, silver jewelry, and handcrafted pottery spread out before her.Fr: Elle cherchait quelque chose de spécial, un souvenir qui représenterait son voyage.En: She was looking for something special, a souvenir that would represent her journey.Fr: Luc, son ami aventureux, s'approche d'une échoppe remplie de statuettes en bois.En: Luc, her adventurous friend, approached a stall filled with wooden figurines.Fr: "Regarde Éloise!"En: "Look Éloise!"Fr: cria-t-il, "Ces petits animaux sont adorables!"En: he shouted, "These little animals are adorable!"Fr: "Hugo," appela-t-elle à un marchand à la barbe grisonnante et au sourire accueillant.En: "Hugo," she called to a merchant with a graying beard and a welcoming smile.Fr: "Pouvez-vous me parler de ces objets?"En: "Can you tell me about these items?"Fr: Hugo hocha la tête avec enthousiasme.En: Hugo nodded enthusiastically.Fr: "Bien sûr," répondit-il, en tenant une sculpture en main.En: "Of course," he replied, holding a sculpture in hand.Fr: "Chaque pièce est unique, faite avec amour par des artisans du village voisin.En: "Each piece is unique, lovingly made by artisans from the nearby village.Fr: Cette statuette, par exemple, raconte l'histoire d'une légende ancienne.En: This figurine, for example, tells the story of an ancient legend.Fr: Elle porte chance à celui qui l'emporte."En: It brings luck to whoever takes it."Fr: Éloise écoutait attentivement, fascinée par les récits de Hugo.En: Éloise listened attentively, fascinated by Hugo's tales.Fr: Elle sentait que ces histoires donnaient vie aux objets.En: She felt that these stories brought the objects to life.Fr: Pour une raison qu'elle ne pouvait expliquer, Éloise se sentait attirée par un petit pendentif en argent, finement ciselé avec une pierre bleue en son centre.En: For a reason she couldn't explain, Éloise felt drawn to a small silver pendant, finely engraved with a blue stone at its center.Fr: "Quelle est son histoire?"En: "What is its story?"Fr: demanda-t-elle, en caressant doucement le bijou.En: she asked, gently caressing the jewelry.Fr: Hugo sourit et ses yeux brillèrent.En: Hugo smiled and his eyes sparkled.Fr: "C'est un talisman porte-bonheur.En: "It's a lucky charm.Fr: La pierre bleue symbolise le désert, éternel et magnifique.En: The blue stone symbolizes the desert, eternal and magnificent.Fr: On dit qu'il apporte paix et clarté à celui qui le porte."En: It's said to bring peace and clarity to its wearer."Fr: Éloise sentit une connexion immédiate.En: Éloise felt an immediate connection.Fr: Toutes ses hésitations s'évanouirent.En: All her hesitations vanished.Fr: Elle savait que c'était le souvenir qu'elle voulait.En: She knew this was the souvenir she wanted.Fr: "Je vais le prendre," dit-elle avec assurance.En: "I'll take it," she said with assurance.Fr: Elle paya Hugo et attacha délicatement le pendentif autour de son cou.En: She paid Hugo and delicately fastened the pendant around her neck.Fr: En quittant le marché, elle se sentait plus connectée à cette terre étrange mais magnifique.En: As she left the market, she felt more connected to this strange yet beautiful land.Fr: Elle se retourna vers Hugo et lui fit un signe de la main, un sourire large sur son visage.En: She turned back to Hugo and waved, a broad smile on her face.Fr: Sur le chemin du retour avec Luc, Éloise se sentit pleine de gratitude.En: On the way back with Luc, Éloise felt full of gratitude.Fr: Elle avait appris à écouter son cœur, découvrant que les histoires et les liens humains étaient bien plus précieux que n'importe quel objet.En: She had learned to listen to her heart, discovering that stories and human connections were far more precious than any object.Fr: C'était sa vraie découverte dans ce voyage au Sahara.En: This was her true discovery on this journey to the Sahara. Vocabulary Words:the desert: le désertthe shade: la nuancethe market: le marchéthe crowd: la foulethe merchant: le marchandthe fabric: le tissuthe stall: l'étalthe carpet: le tapisthe jewelry: le bijouthe pottery: la poteriethe souvenir: le souvenirsilver: l'argentthe figurine: la statuettethe sculpture: la sculpturethe legend: la légendethe pendative: le pendentifthe charm: le talismanthe connection: la connexionthe adventure: l'aventureancient: ancienmagnificent: magnifiqueeternal: éternelwelcoming: accueillantto vanish: s'évanouirthe gratitude: la gratitudeto carve: ciselerto symbolize: symboliserto fasten: attacherthe artisan: l'artisanto discover: découvrir

A group linked to the Al Qaeda Islamist network is closing in on the capital of Mali, in north-west Africa. This group, known as JNIM, now controls swathes of territory in the Sahel, a region that stretches across several countries in the Sahara. If JNIM takes the capital, Bamako, it would be the first time an Al Qaeda affiliate has seized power in a country. What would that mean for Africa and the Islamic world? Dr TESSA DEVEREAUX has been analysing the situation.On the fiftieth anniversary of the dismissal of the Whitlam government, you'll hear many theories about Gough Whitlam's downfall. But ROY WILLIAMS has explored one reason that by no means caused but may have contributed to the events of November 11, 1975. Williams is the author of In God They Trust: The Religious Beliefs of Australia's Prime Ministers. He also has a very personal connection. His late father, Evan Williams, was a speechwriter and long-time confidante of Whitlam. Roy wonders if a throwaway insult about the faith of then Queensland premier Joh Bjelke Petersen hardened the resolve of Whitlam's opponents.One of the geopolitical tactics Russia has used in its war with Ukraine has been to divide opinion among the world's Orthodox Christians. Vladimir Putin is not the first Russian leader to style himself as a champion of Orthodox communities but in Greece and the Middle East, he's tried to marshal sympathy among Christians. Dr MANOS KARAGIANNIS aas in Australia recently with the Affinity Intercultural Foundation.GUESTS:Dr Tessa Deveraux- Assistant Professor in Politics at the School of Oriental and African Studies in LondonProfessor Roy Williams - legal academic and authorDr Manos Karagiannis specialises in international security at Kings College, London.This program was made on the lands of the Gadigal People

A group linked to the Al Qaeda Islamist network is closing in on the capital of Mali, in north-west Africa. This group, known as JNIM, now controls swathes of territory in the Sahel, a region that stretches across several countries in the Sahara. If JNIM takes the capital, Bamako, it would be the first time an Al Qaeda affiliate has seized power in a country. What would that mean for Africa and the Islamic world? GUEST:Dr Tessa Deveraux- Assistant Professor in Politics at the School of Oriental and African Studies in London

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Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 25 Being Subversive Isn t As Much Fun As It Looks In 30 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the podcast at Explicit Novels.             Friends stand by you through the struggles your enemies create   "You are depraved and despicable," Mhain seethed. "I get that a lot; now get out," I growled back, "because I have a thousand other bitches who are, scratch that, 999 other bitches, Doctor Kennedy is growing on me; the rest I'm not so sure about, who are making my life miserable." "Don't get your hopes up, Mr. Braxton," Doctor Kennedy warned me. "I'm happily married." "Cool," I responded. "I hope to be like that one day." "Happily married?" Virginia inquired. "No; a female law professor at an all-girls school," I grinned. "It sounds like a real cool job." "Feel free to hit him," Dana interrupted. "I swear that is the only way to get him to learn anything; or the only way we will discuss at this moment." Ah, sex. I thought my life had gone on a bit too long without the mention of sex. "It is also a fun form of stress relief." A painful blow rocked my shoulder and nearly sent me sprawling. "You are right," Gabrielle noted clinically. "I feel better." Fuck, she hits hard. I look at her and try not to get pissed off and say something stupid. She makes my life difficult but my existence at FFU makes her life far too interesting as well. Whack! Someone hit me with a briefcase. "I have to agree," Doctor Kennedy confirmed. "It has a therapeutic quality to it." "Bloody hell," I blurt out. "Everyone, please stop physically abusing Zane," Ms. Goodswell snapped. "He's a student, for Pete's sake. He's not subject to corporal punishment." "Virginia, have you ever punched or slapped Zane?" Dana teased. "Give it a try before dismissing it out of hand." "He likes spanking," Barbie Lynn beamed happiness as she skipped by on her way to my/our bedroom. Technically, it is mine, Vivian's, Barbie Lynn's, Rio's, and Mercy's, plus whoever is feeling lonely on a given night. As for the spanking, I'm more of a giver than a receiver, but I doubt explaining that right now would be appropriate. "Uhmm, okay, I think that is my cue to leave," Virginia piped up. "I have rounds to make," Gabrielle added. "I'm going home to my family," Doctor Kennedy headed out. "I'm going to stay here, kick back, and watch some Pay-per-view," Dana grinned. "What are you going to watch?" Hudson inquired. "BBC America has this show called Copper that I've been meaning to catch," Dana informed her. "Mind if I watch an episode with you?" Hudson asked. "Sure, knock yourself out. You can pick the second show," Dana yawned. "It's only Zane's money after all." The rest of my guests filed out and I retired to the showers and then to my room. The day's stress revealed itself as the women curled into bed calmly and soon were cuddled together, including the odd ones out. On the far side we had the rather unusual appearance of Valarie. Next to her was Rio, who had her arms wrapped around Mercy. Mercy was snuggled against Barbie Lynn who held the middle spot. I was on my side, face-to-face with Barbie Lynn. After a few minutes, Vivian came to bed, wedged up against my back, and put an arm over me. I was in close proximity to several beautiful women but as long as no one doused the room with an aphrodisiac, we'd do just fine. "Zane," Barbie Lynn whispered, "my vibrator burned out this morning, and I'm terribly horny." Oh, fuck!   Barbie Lynn gazing down at me, I'm not sure another guy should ever see this because it could break one's heart to see it once and never again. She's built a faint sheen of sweat on her body already and she's looking at me with a definite Zen to fuck. My cock is cocooned deep inside her rectum, rubbing inside as she rotates forward on her hips. The distant, dreamy look in her eyes flashes to alertness as she catches me looking at her; 'hi' she whispers. I nod and smile so she inclines into me so that we can start kissing. She leads in with her tongue along my lips. I touch the tip of her tongue with my own, snaking inside her mouth before we are done. She starts murmuring, deepens our kiss, and begins rubbing my nipples. "Vivian?" Valarie says softly. She snuck around the bed to settle behind my guardian. "Yes?" Vivian replies. She is on her side watching Barbie Lynn and I. "I, umm, Valarie moans. Out of the corner of my eye I catch it as Val's hand brushes Vivian's hair off her neck and her lips start suckling on the exposed flesh. Vivian closes her eyes briefly but doesn't move Valarie away. "Oh, Baby," Barbie pants with barely an inch separating our lips, "I know I say this often but I so love this. You tear me up inside and I want it so bad all the time, it scares me." "Vaginal sex with you scares me," I tease back. "Will it be even better?" she draws in an even deeper, breast flaunting breath. "You never know, but you are so damn good at everything else, I can't imagine you doing anything but haunting my dreams forever," I say, as I coax her movements with my hands on her hips, flanks, and thighs. Barbie shows her appreciation by running her hand through my bangs and pushing my hair back so that she can cover my forehead, eyes and nose with kisses. "You like that romantic shit, don't you, Mercy-slut?" Rio grumbles playfully from the other side. "Yes," Mercy whispers. I know Rio well enough to know that when a spiteful reply isn't immediately forthcoming, she's dusting off (and unchaining) her Better Angel. Mercy is looking at Barbie Lynn and me, her head facing sideways as she lies on her back. Rio crawls on top of Mercy, prompting Mercy to open her legs, and locks her hands over her head to gaze down on her. "Your skin is so pure, your hair so black, and your eyes so full of passion, it breaks my heart to look at you, My Little Whore," Rio begins. She leans in and bites Mercy's earlobe, causing her victim to moan and buck up slightly. "Mercy, you give and give, making me so hot inside that I want to grab you and never let go." "Really?" Mercy gasps. "I, " "Don't get used to this," Rio growls with famished sexual enticement. "But, well, I want you to know that I hope all our children look just like you." Poor Rio was running out of material. It was terribly uncomfortable for me to show her where to go. I ran my hands over Barbie's body, which is an absolute torture I am forced to struggle through repeatedly. I start by massaging Barbie Lynn's tits, rotating three fingers over the nipples before rolling up the whole meaty breast in my palms. Barbie Lynn starts pushing back on my cock harder and grunting to the rhythm. "Damn, Mercy," Rio teases, "I love these titties." She accentuates by sucking the top third of one breast into her mouth and twirling her tongue around it. Vivian gives a visible shiver from her side of the bed; Valarie has done something to her beneath the sheets to turn her on. In the interim while I have been watching Rio and Mercy, Valarie has been working over Vivian, temple to shoulder, with her lips. Now I see Vivian pulling up her left (upper) leg until it is resting snugly against my upper ribs, giving someone easier access to her snatch. She's also put her left arm behind her back between herself and Valarie. I'm starting to wonder if there is something in the air filters of my place, some undiscovered aphrodisiac mold, fungi, or spores that turns nice, virtuous girls into promiscuous bi-sexual vixens. To the best of my knowledge and belief, neither Valarie nor Vivian had the slightest lesbian tendencies before they started coming to my room. I give Barbie Lynn's luscious orbs one final squeeze before migrating my hold down to her ass, giving each cheek a double-slap. Barbie Lynn exhales a huff of ecstatic relief as the impact travels through her. Rio smirks and follows suit, her hand reaching between their thighs, prying Mercy's leg up, up and up until Mercy's knee is nearly at her breast. "Your body is the first female form that I've ever lusted after," Rio murmurs as she rubs and pats Mercy's buttocks. "I think I've always wanted you, to taste you on my tongue, your scent strong in my mind and your sweet, sweet ass under my hand." Mercy brings one hand up to stroke Rio's cheek as she gives a strangled sob. No matter how much Mercy fears loving a woman, Rio can chisel that away and get her to love openly and freely. Barbie Lynn bounces up and slams down on me repeatedly as she is coming to the end of her fuse. "Zane, Zane, oh yeah," she pants. Vivian chooses this moment to sneak her climax in on the rest of us. I am vaguely aware of her biting her lip, rocking her hips under the sheets, and perspiration beginning to bead on her lower lip. "Holy God, Christ, and, my, hot damn, Val, ugh, Oh, God!" Vivian squeals as Valarie vigorously whips her hand in a tight pattern, cloaked from sight but obvious to the knowledgeable. Vivian's clit, lips, and the gateway to her cunt are all supers-stimulated. Valarie cools her down and holds her with enough strength to stop Vivian from rolling face-first into the sheets. "Jesus Loves Me!" Barbie Lynn screams one last time. Her body bows, her breasts thrust forward and up, bouncing so deliciously while her thighs tremble in climax. Her anal muscles rippling from sphincter toward my cockhead are grinding me toward orgasm. Finally, she collapses against me, still twitching and fighting for breath. With my arms wrapped around her, I roll us over toward Mercy and Rio, placing Barbie Lynn on her back. Barbie Lynn has her legs pulling back before I can even move to push them back. While I had never fully pulled out, I was nearly there. I shove my hips forward, forcing my cock back in hard, causing Barbie Lynn to grunt, her mouth to gape open, nostril flaring, as her eyes squeeze shut. "Oh, hell, yeah," Barbie Lynn gasps, "hammer me!" "Oh, fuck," Valarie moans, "I am so lonely." Vivian is still roaming her hands over Valarie's special place, picking up the pace as she's inspired by Barbie Lynn's passion. Rio expresses her perverse nature by going at Mercy slow while the rest of us are going gangbusters. "Here is my baby-smooth, tasty friend," Rio says as she kisses Mercy's bald twat. Rio pushes her thighs apart, her leg muscles taught while laying on the bed. Rio's restraint could only last so long. Every lick became more insistent, every nibble elicited a greater yelp, and every hip-thrust by Mercy into Rio's hungry mouth was more desperate. Valarie gives off one long, cavernous growl, then screams in between Vivian's shoulder blades. "Damn," Vivian whispers, as a sympathetic orgasmic shiver coasts through her body. I'm pushing up on my knuckles, Barbie Lynn's legs between them as I rise up until my bulbous head is fixed in her sphincter; then I slam down once more. She's rocking her hips up to maximize the depths I reach as she cries out, again and again and again. When I finally let go, I feel a volcano of lust, frustration, and fulfillment exploding out all at once. Barbie Lynn's head sways rapidly side to side as she comes unglued. "Zane, Jesus loves me, Jesus Loves Me!" she howls loud enough to shake the glass panels overhead. Those words ringing in my ears are going to haunt me in whatever church I go to. "Ugh, ugh, ugh, Love, right there, feels so good," Mercy drags out with shallow breathes. "Umm, Rio gurgles. Mercy has gotten quite wet and visibly aroused. I'm sure Rio has worked a finger or two into the action and in Mercy's ass. Mercy starts bouncing off the sheets as she hisses out the last of her restraint. "Mother-fucker-god-damn!" Mercy cries out. Rio growls, slurps, and sucks up Mercy's cunt juice while lapping up and down her slit. "That's my baby," Rio's fluid-marked face looks up from between Mercy's legs and smiles. "Was that good for you?" Rio asks? Mercy nods dreamily. "Are you a happy little whore?" Rio teases. Again, Mercy nods with pleasure. "Did you use the 'L' word, Ass-fuck slut?" Rio hardens. This time Mercy realizes her mistake and shudders. She raises her head and looks into Rio's eyes. "Yes. I'm sorry, Rio," Mercy mumbles. "Sorry isn't going to cut it this time, Bitch," Rio sneers. "Tomorrow morning you are going to get it coming and going, all day long." I am actually aware of what that threat means. "Okay," Vivian sighed, with more contentment than annoyance, "we've all cum so let's try and get some sleep." "I haven't gotten off yet," Rio chuckled. I knew what I had to do before someone else volunteered my services. "Come here, Rio." I smile to her and extend a hand. "Let me get another taste of my best bro." "I'll clean you up," Barbie Lynn grins up at me, as she wiggles her body around my own so she's on top again. She slithers down my torso, waggles my still mostly hard cock against her lips, then begins to take it into her mouth. Barbie Lynn's tongue licks along my shaft as she gobbles up more of my rod. I expect Rio to come over but Mercy, following along and lying on her belly, her head propped up on her hands and elbows as she watches my blonde angel's skilled fellatio, is a bonus. Rio ends up near my pillow, one hand on my chest and the other resting between Mercy's ass cheeks. Her fingers are definitely sliding in and out of Mercy's cunt. If Mercy is a bit sore, she's smart enough not to complain to her Mistress about it. "What do you have in mind, Zane?" Rio catches my gaze. "I want your teeth tearing up the mattress with your ass up in the air as I plow you through the headboard," I inform her. I make a focus group assessment of the situation by slipping a finger into her cunt, she's creaming already. For Rio, the greater physicality of the sex, the better it is for her. She'll let me have my foreplay and some good loving, but she goes wild over the raw, brutal act of sex itself. "I think you are ready to put that smile on her face," Barbie Lynn taunts Rio as she informs me she's finished. "Come with me," Barbie Lynn turns to Mercy. "My nipples need some attention. Can you do that for me?" After checking with Rio, Mercy gives a hungry look and lick of the lips at Barbie Lynn. Barbie crawls over Mercy to land on her back on the far side. Mercy twirls around and latches on to Barbie Lynn's left breast with such rapidity, it momentarily causes my visage to blur. "I want some of that," Valarie suddenly blurts out. She makes her own quick trek around Rio and me as we are still positioning ourselves to come swooping down on Barbie Lynn's right side. The right nipple disappears into our school biker girl's mouth with a decidedly audible smacking of the lips. Val's hand starts to stroke the inside of Barbie Lynn's thigh but Mercy's free hand reaches over and starts tweaking Valarie's closest nipple. Yes, I definitely must check the air filters. Rio resumes her sensually crawl my way and I give her a beguiling look to lure her in. I'm on her in a flash once she's close enough for me to make my move. She screeches like an alley cat but I've got a hand on the back of her head and the other on her hip as I slam her face first into the pillow. "Bastard," she screams through the fabric, but she's not following through with the anger. "Give it up, Bitch," I snarl back. My cock slides full-throttle all the way into her cunt on the first pass. Her cunt feels like slick, melted butter as I bottom out in her hole. At the same time, I let up on her head a bit. "Oh, fucking-A," Rio gasps. "Did someone sneak a gerbil up behind me or is it Needle-cock pretending he's a man?" I give her another powerful slam. "Oh, fuck, stop that." "What? Too much for the bitch whose had it all?" I tease Rio. "I swear, if I spit up, my ovaries," she chokes, "we are, going to have, words." "Words like I'm the best fuck you've ever had'?" I taunt Rio between packing her cunt as full and deep as I can. She's squealing and moaning yet thrusting back strongly against me all the way. I move my hand off Rio's hip and take hold of a breast, squeezing and torturing the nipple. She's snarling like a wounded tigress now. She possesses no acceptance of defeat, no surrender to exhaustion, and no fear of pain; in fact, what we are doing is a turn-on. I'm actually becoming beaten up by all the impact of my hips against Rio's ass. Within ten minutes, her fluids are all over her crotch and mine and she's actually starting to dribble down her thighs and onto the mattress. "Zane, don't forget she's your friend," Vivian sounds worried. "Shut, up," gasps Rio, violently and with passion. This is what Rio craves right now, a brutal fucking, and she's not going to be denied by Vivian's compassionate sensibilities. "Ah, fuck me, fuck me, break me, you bastard," Rio pants. "Hammer me, Bitch!" she screams, and that's all she can take. She has some sort of seizure, thrashing and pulsating all over the place. For the second time tonight I'm shooting my seed into a woman; this time Rio's cunt. I plunder Rio's barely responsive form for several more savage thrusts until I'm spent, collapsing with my full mass on top of her, which is not my normal form but I want Rio to feel warm and encompassed by me at this moment. I make sure that some of my weight is taken onto my knees and elbows so I don't suffocate my crazy best friend. "Zane," Rio pants a half-minute later, "that vice-like bump you were feeling with that horse-cock of yours, " "Yes?" I respond softly. I pull her hair out of her face as she turns it to the side so she can speak clearly. "That was my cervix, dumbass," she giggles. "Next time I want my uterus scrubbed, I'll call a fucking gynecologist." "Hardy-har-har," I chuckle. "Doing it with a Princess Barbie Pony Action Figure doesn't qualify as bestiality, you bimbo, and it certainly doesn't give you horse-cock experience." "Rio, you are kind of gross," Vivian chastises my buddy. "Thank you," Rio pants, "I knew you cared." "Behave, Rio, and next time it's going up your ass," I murmur into Rio's ear. "Oh, that's just cold, Bro," Rio pouts as she wiggles her tight ass against my semi-flaccid cock. "A person uses the threat of denying anal sex to a girl as a means of enforcing polite behavior," Vivian ponders as she flops on her back and stares up at the stars through the glass ceiling. "Worse, it makes sense to me. What has happened to my life?" "Rio, are you okay?" Mercy whispered. Rio turns her head the other way to address her lover: "My cunt is numb, my hips feel dislocated, I'll be pulling pillow fiber out of my teeth for a week, and I think he bruised a nipple, I feel fucking awesome." "I'd ask Zane to do it to me again but I know Vivian would choke me out," Rio snickers. "I know what I am going to do, though: In the morning I'm going to have Zane pounding your ass as hard as he fucked me right now so I can hear you cry and scream." "Um, okay," Mercy answered, trying not to sound too anxious. "Damn," Valarie mutters. "I hate being a virgin, and I'll pimp slap the first one who suggests anal sex. All I want to do is get laid without the repercussions." No one said anything for a minute. "I'll help with that," Barbie Lynn and I volunteered almost at the same time. "Bed," Vivian laid down the law. Thankfully, the rest of us were too tired to argue. POWER PLAYFULNESS At our five a.m. wake up, I swept up Valarie into a six-nine, her on top. Barbie quickly got behind Val and began licking my nose, the back of Val's cunt, and teasing her butthole with tiny probes. At first our biker babe resisted and grumbled with her mouth around my cock, but Barbie Lynn was as relentless as she was sensually enticing. Val returned the surprise by slamming her thighs together as the dam of her sexual frustration burst; she clamped her thighs tightly on my head and bucked so hard she bounced us off the bed as she screamed. There were no words to it; the scream was primal, violent and somewhat frightening. The other remarkable thing was that Barbie Lynn retained her hold on Valarie's ass cheeks and kept tongue-fucking Val's anus. Valarie's mouth had released my cock seconds before orgasm. She gave it an occasional swipe of the tongue until her last orgasmic quivers stopped. I motioned for Barbie to let up and when she did, Valarie collapsed beside me. "Oh," Valarie panted, "that was good. That should tide me over until lunch time." "Showers, everyone," Vivian reminded us. There were a few groans but cleanliness was an inevitable bonus for all of us, and Rio, if we bundled her up and took her squirming, griping form with us. Rio gained a measure of revenge by announcing to my shower buddies that I had an unresolved morning blowjob begging for attention. Brandi elbowed two girls aside to bend over at the waist and take me in. Opal was kind enough to stroke Brandi's kitty from behind, getting us off almost at the same time. Opal gave me several finger scoops of Brandi's nectar to slake my sexual thirst. I was busy getting a taste of Opal with a bonus clitoris massage when Iona dragged me away. Outside the showers, I bent down, wrapped my arms beneath Iona's towel-clad posterior, and lifted her up so that she was looking down at me. "Thank you," I smiled at her. "You've always got my back." "You are welcome," she beamed happiness back down at me, "and it is my pleasure, Zane. Do you think we can go motorcycle shopping Thursday?" "Sure, that won't be, oh fuck, it's Wednesday," I gasped. I realized I had confused Iona. "I told Erin I would call her Monday and totally lost track, of a woman," I blinked. "I don't think that's ever happened before." "You have a ton of things going on," Iona comforted me while hovering above me still. "I think she'll understand." "Thanks again, Iona," I sighed as I let her slide down my body. "Can I sleep with you tonight?" she asked. "Of course," I grinned. "Are you going to give me your scrumptious behind?" Iona's smile grew even brighter. "You will have to wait and see," she teased me before racing off to her room. I made my way up to my room for a short workout and a few minutes meditating. I was peripherally aware of Paige coming into my room and rummaging around (i.e., she wanted me to know she was there without noticeably ruining my concentration). The main distraction was Rio and Mercy getting dressed. They had both long since moved all their belongings into my place; that wasn't a problem because of the massive space I had. The problem was, it is insane to put two pseudo-lesbian young lovers who are new to their relationship into a space where they are constantly tantalized by each other's naked or scantily clad bodies. Mercy couldn't resist reaching out shyly and touching Rio's lesser erogenous zones. Rio couldn't resist bending Mercy over the bed, licking her from behind, and/or spanking her, just a few taps but that hardly helped them get their clothes on. Today, Rio added the extra complication of inserting a vibrating ass plug into Mercy's ass and taping a vibrating egg against her clit. She was finishing up the work when I felt a glimmer of evil intellect enter my mind. "Hey, Rio, why don't you do the same thing?" I suggested. "Are you going to ring my bell?" she teased me. "No. I actually thought you would share with Mercy," I clarified. "Share what?" Valarie questioned as she entered the room. "They are each going to have a vaginal and anal stimulation device, theoretically with the other having the controlling mechanism," Paige stated. She held up two pairs of bra & panties for me to examine, gossamer peach bow-knot or strawberry crotchless/cupless. "I don't know, Babe," I mused. "I'd have to see you naked to make a determination." "You've seen me naked, my Boy-toy," Paige gave a wicked turn of the lip. "I, I have no recollection of it," I confessed. "Maybe it was that blow Rio gave me upside my head. I guess I need to see your nude, nubile form once more." "Oh, my poor baby," Paige pouted. "Someone as helpless as you cannot afford to lose any of your already inadequate brain power. I really should help you out." She was knee crawling up the bed, unbuttoning her shirt. When she was only a few feet in front of me, she sat down and worked her skirt off as well. She wasn't naked; she still had her knee-high socks on. "You really ought to cover those little boobies up," Rio taunted Paige. "Someone is going to think Zane has a middle-schooler up here." Paige's head turned and I could feel her anger, but before she could spew forth her vitriol, I latched on hungrily to her closest teat and sucked it in on one gulp. Paige gasped and thrust her body against me. Soon her hands were running through my hair as I soaked up her tender flesh and swelling nipple. I also stroked my hands down her body. My left hand drifted from right below her suckled breast, along her smooth, flat stomach, before dropping south until I cupped her sex. My right hand went down the ribs and around to her ass. I weighed and fondled her small yet firm buttocks, then reached between her cheeks and rubbed over her sphincter without pressuring it. "Paige," I said quietly as I released her nipple, "today go with the peach." "Umm, maybe I will," Paige teased me with a nibble to my neck, "after all, there are a very few things you are good at, and female sexiness is one of them." "Paige?" I continued. She was a little more suspicious now. Our relationship had always been rocky. "I appreciate you giving me some space the last few days," I thanked her. "It has really helped me get my head on straight." Paige's eyes lit up once more. She had sacrificed (in her mind), and I had noticed and was grateful. "I'm surprised you noticed," she started to say, then abruptly softened. "You mean a lot to me, you really do." I put my hands on each side of her jaw and pulled her into close face-to-face contact. "Paige, bouncy, bouncy," I whispered into her ear. Paige gasped slightly and twisted her head to make eye contact, looking somewhat expectant. "Meet me for lunch and I'm going break that ass open," I taunted her quietly. Rocky the squirrel must have snuck up on me and then clubbed me with Bullwinkle the Moose because her response was, "Okay," while she looked at me with a mixture of fear and lust. "Are you sure?" I was curious. "If that is what you really want," Paige responded. "Oh, I don't want to do it until you feel ready, Paige. We'll wait," I confessed. "I will have to think of something else to do with you at lunch today." All Paige did was grin in a very mysterious way. She held that look until Valarie put a hand on each ass cheek and pulled them apart. This time, someone had snuck up on Paige. "Hey!" Paige gasped. "What are you doing?" "Encouraging you to get dressed," Valarie chuckled. "Otherwise, Zane and I are going to slip one finger into your pretty little cunt and rub them in and out like a buzz-saw. Then we will smear your juices over your face and force you to go to breakfast smelling like sex." My girls really need to work on their 'discouraging' speeches. "I should get dressed," Paige hiccupped with reluctance. "Peaches, got it." Paige scurried away and began dressing while eyeing Valarie and me. "Oh, yeah," I joked with Valarie, "that terrified her." "Ask her about the party; then it will make sense," Valarie snickered. In the annals of female migration through my bedroom, Vivian wasn't really sneaking up on anyone, but her presence didn't send up shockwaves of alarm either. "Zane, we need to be heading out soon," she greeted me. She greeted Valarie by putting a hand on her shoulder and rubbing it. Quickly enough, Paige got dressed, Rio and Mercy got their acts together, and we gathered up Iona, Barbie Lynn, Brandi and Opal before heading down to join the rest of feminine humanity that constituted my dorm. My old (way back in Chapter 3) buddy Easter Valentine had me rate the top ten Christian Rock bands which was made much more difficult by my utter disbelief that there was actually something called Christian Rock, color me biased. Breakfast passed uneventfully, as did Assembly, before things began happening. First off, I touched base with Erin now that she was most likely awake. "Hey Erin, this is Zane," I started off, "and I am so sorry that I blanked on my promise to call you. Can I make it up to you and Gerry?" "Oh,um,okay, I guess," she drew me out. "What do you have in mind?" That was a good question; what was I going to do to make it up to them? "Have you ever heard of the SYFY network?" I asked. "Sure, Eureka, Warehouse 13, Being Human, and Lost Girl," she answered. "Saturday night they are showing Ice Spiders versus Snow Beast, I know, great title; right? And I'd like it if you two would come over to my house, get some pizza, and watch it with me," I offered. "Let me think about it, yeah, we'd be glad to come by and eat something," I could feel her grin coming through the airwaves. "Okay, one more question; how do you feel about three-ways?" "I've never been part of one but I'm willing to give it a try," Erin sighed happily, "if I must." "It's a date, then," I agreed, and after trading 'goodbye's', I hung up and caught my crew gathering outside. As I made my approach I saw Heaven give me a look and a smile then turn on Rio. "Handmaiden's Duty, Rio," Heaven beamed maliciously. "What do you want, you old cow?" Rio sneered right back. "Give me your controllers." Heaven grinned as she held out her hand to Rio. Mercy gulped (the two boxes controlled her vibrators) and Rio looked stunned. "Hand them over." Technical Mercy would have been immune, except it was Rio with her controllers. "How?" Rio mumbled. She looked around for support but found some sympathetic eyes, not comrades in arms. She angrily slapped Heaven's palm as she handed them over. Heaven handed those two small white devices to Hope, then reached out toward Rio once more. "Give me the ones Mercy is holding for you, too," Heaven snickered. Rio snarled before motioning for Mercy to hand them over to her. In short order, she handed those over to Heaven as well. "I'll be expecting those back at ten o'clock (one hour from now)," Rio growled. "Of course," Heaven chuckled. "I'll see you then, Sweet-cheeks." "God damn it," Rio leaned into me and whispered, "who, ah, hmm, betrayed me?" Apparently, someone was playing with her controllers. By the way Mercy developed a little tremble and a blissful smile, someone was having a go at her too. "I swear to God, it wasn't me," I shrugged. "Well, it wasn't Iona, she'd never do that to Mercy," Rio mused, then, "Paige! That little cunt did this to me." "I don't know if she did it or not," I pleaded, "but please don't kill her." Rio was several seconds in responding as she wobbled slightly and skipped a step. "Two fucking vibrators," Rio glared at me. "What were you thinking?" "Liking it?" I teased. "Love it," Rio gasped. "Mercy?" "Mumph," Mercy gasped. Added to the smile on her lips, I had to see that as an affirmative. Ms.  Goodswell's class was good but what came afterwards was far more amusing. "What do you mean, you traded them to some random upperclassmen?" Rio snarled. "Oh, I had to explain what they did. When I told them they were inside you, they jumped at the chance," Hope nodded serenely to the furious Rio. "How am I, oh, oh, oh, yeah, supposed to get them back?" Rio fumed. "Maybe they will run out of power soon," Mercy put a positive spin on things. "I put long-life batteries in those bitches this morning," Rio grumbled. "They can go for 24 hours of continuous use." "I insisted that they be returned to Zane at nine this evening," Christina said in a detached manner. "I swear, I'm going to tie down all you bitches one weekend and then we will see who's so superior," Rio seethed; "Dildos and lube all around. Arrgh," Rio growled. She staggered over to the closest wall and put her hand against it to stop from falling over. "Some whore just discovered the '10' setting," she gasped. "I was going to say something cruel," Hope stated, "but now it would be redundant." "Rio and Mercy, stay hydrated," Chastity suggested. "I'll pick you up between classes to, decrease your difficulties." "Thanks, Chastity," I patted her arm. "Heaven and I will watch after Mercy," Christina chimed in; being surprisingly helpful to someone she had shown no interest in before now. Christina was all about responsibility and since this was Heaven's stunt (or so it seemed), she was doing 'the right thing'. "Classes everyone," Vivian insisted. Thankfully I had one capable adult in my life. I hoped that me turning her into a vibrant bi-sexual didn't change that. Today I received an hour's warning of my lunch appointment with Doctor Victoria Scarlett, our beloved Vice-Chancellor. I let Paige know that I had to postpone our get-together. "It is good to see you, she was going to say 'Mr. Braxton' but she was sensitive to my preferences, ", Zane. How are things going on this first full day of our experiment?" "Well, Doctor Scarlett, let me say that you are even more deftly beautiful than you are deceptively manipulative," I countered. "As to your question, my efforts to corrupt your intentions precede a pace." She smiled, shook her head, and walked around the table, stopping when she was in front of my chair-bound form. "Come now; the tribal elections have begun. Seven leaders have been named and the rest of the tribes should do the same tonight," she informed me. "What were you able to accomplish yesterday?" Oh, so that was today's tune. I stood up and cupped her facial cheeks. "What do you think you are doing?" Victoria Scarlett mumbled. I pressed in and kissed her, leading by example as opposed to words. Her hands pressed against me. She wasn't shoving so I didn't stop. Victoria didn't even make a token effort to keep her mouth shut, though her tongue refused to play an overly active part in my French kiss. My hands didn't wander and my body didn't thrust against her. "I think I'm working out our relationship, your Kahina to my Pelagius," I responded, our faces only inches apart. Victoria rested her hands on my hips so I placed mine on her shoulders. "Kahina, have you been reading my works?" she smiled far too seductively. You would figure that a dedicated, righteous Christian theoretician would have body proximity issues. Not Victoria, damn it. "The only things hotter than smart, sexy chicks are smart, sexy, and sensually lethal chicks," I allowed. "This could be construed as sexual harassment or inappropriate sexual behavior," Doctor Scarlett grinned, all bold and gracious. "A 'no' on your part would suffice," I assured her. "Not you, Zane; me," she corrected me. "You are my student, after all, and my hands are on your hips." I arched an eyebrow; she kept smiling so I went back in for a kiss. Three minutes later I had worked over her lips, eyelids, cheeks, jawline, and the left side of her neck, and it was getting me nowhere except closer to a sexual-deprivation induced coma. "Damn, you are good," I panted. "I think this is something we need to work through first before we can constructively move on," she related patiently. She was trying to break me with her highly developed self-control. I had to figure out what the hell I was doing wrong. Overt sexual contact, breasts, buttocks, pubic area, was off-limits, or was it? Lingerie; why did Scarlett wear racy lingerie? I slipped my arms around Victoria's waist and pulled her off the desk and into me. I caught a slight, over-confident smirk on her lips. We started kissing again, Scarlett somewhat passively, as always, and me out to disguise my intentions. She didn't protest when my fingers wandered below the beltline or when I traced out the very risqu lines of her panties. Fighting the urge to yank them up and make her squirm, I languidly let my fingers dig into her skirt and hook the bottom elastic of her panties, then slowly wiggled the fabric gently. She gave me a few uninterrupted seconds before I sensed her inner struggle begin; did she stop me and give me this round in the struggle, a psychological edge over her, or did she see if she could tough it out. She went with the spiritual resistance. Once I had my fingers inside, I could move freely forward and back. I avoided the cunt and the bottom of her ass. I was able to make the bottom of her panties a very tight fit, allowing the thrumming of my tugs to vibrate along her most sensitive spots. Victoria's nostrils flared, her breath caught, and after a daring but futile attempt to distract me with her tongue, she broke our lip embrace and put her head on my shoulder. I immediately stopped what I was doing and waited for her to speak. "Oh, this is not good," she muttered to herself. Then after a pause, "Thank you for stopping. How did you know what to do?" "Where to begin," I answered. "You are beautiful, passionate, and a woman who appreciates fine fabrics on your skin. I stopped because I'll fight you with every tool I can, but I won't violate you," I added. Victoria looked up into my eyes. "You see me as Kahina?" she changed the subject. "You have this tragic, fervent yet noble character that charges with a burning blade into the face of adversity," I waxed romantic. "The last Christian Queen of the Berbers who, when faced with the inevitability of her defeat, sent her sons to the enemy for their protection while she sought death in battle against the Islamic invaders." "I'm not very martial," she countered. "Ah, but in the Greco-Roman culture our faith grew up in, you would be considered a Patrician's daughter, versed in Socrates and Virgil as well as St. Augustine," I made my argument. "Besides, martial valor is in the job of the tribesmen; it is the job of the Queen to provide leadership, hopefully in the right direction. You are a smart damn cookie so the comparison is apt." "Thank you." She then pursued her agenda. "What have you been up to?" "I'm creating a democratic system with your tribal leaders as the parliament, a selected group of girls to become judges, and another group to become enforcers of the rule of law," I responded. "Technically, I remain the guy at the top of the pyramid, so that's a victory for you." Her look told me I hadn't made an end-run around her Grand Plan, which was pretty unsettling. I was missing something. "Why do you let me put my hands on you?" I questioned. "I can't take pleasure in the mannerisms of a proficient young man?" she countered. "Care to prove that?" I challenged. I had her in a minor trap of her own connivance. "Very well," she bowed with a smile on her lips. "Turn around and lean over your desk, if you dare?" I directed. She accepted my orders and did as requested. I knelt down behind her and placed my hands on her ankles before rubbing upward in slow but strong finger-furrows. I teased my way up to her stocking line, grinding the silk hose into her skin, making her flesh shiver from the stimulation. I had her trembling by the time I migrated upwards to the elastic at the top of the stocking, past the garter, and onto her pliant warm thigh. As I brushed against the tuck of her butt-cheek and thigh, Victoria moaned. "Stop," she whispered. "Do you really want me to stop," I inquired, "or do you want me to stop before you reveal something?" I ceased my activities, waiting on her reply. "You know the answer," she panted briefly. I moved off and up, placing my hands on her shoulders and pulling her back up to my chest. "Can you promise me to consider the possibility that a woman wants something outside the realm of motherhood and spiritual purity?" I suggested. Doctor Scarlett turned around while remaining in my grasp. "The body may feel a certain way but you must resist those impulses from the Devil," she told me. "Fortunately, you are the only one on campus that can elicit such response." "Huh? Seriously, I can only imagine the kind of sexual trouble the women on campus can get into, unless you don't believe in Sapphic impulses either," I grinned. "Homosexuality is a myth," Victoria stated firmly. "There are misdirected desires and abnormal passions, but men don't lie with men and women don't lie with women, except as a perversion of the normal, natural order of things." Oh, here we go again, I groaned. "I hate that you would think that way. It stands in opposition to God's Love in my eyes and portrays you as a weak creature given over to the Devil's lure of fearing, hating, and even denying what is mostly a good thing, namely, compassion for one another," I sighed. "How can you have compassion for instincts you can hardly understand?" she posed. "I've been with men before," I informed her; "on more than one occasion." "What?" Victoria was stunned. She struggled to get away from my arms and I let her. "You have such a strong ardor for so many female students. How can you be tricked into perverse practices?" On the bright side, I'd finally gotten under her cool exterior; on the downside, I had shaken her faith in me. "Can I incite a rational moment, please?" I said calmly. She was halfway around the desk when she stopped and nodded. "Okay," the Vice-Chancellor responded with a careful edge. "How am I any different than the man you thought me to be two minutes ago?" I led off. "I certainly liked your body and you appeared to appreciate the touches I gave you. How does anything I did with anyone else before touching you matter? You are very attractive to me. Am I now repulsive to you?" "Those are multiple questions," Victoria seemed suddenly weary. "You are the same person you were a minute ago, but I had forgotten that you are a boy, not a man, and boys have infatuations with unusual, rebellious ideas. With your Father dead, it seems you were rudderless. You are definitely not repulsive to me. I admire you, but you also reveal yourself to be immature. Would you please leave? I need to reconsider some things." "No," I replied. "No? No, you won't leave, or no, I've committed some grievous error?" she inquired. "You believe I'm a boy, you don't believe in homosexuality," I answered, though I fondly day-dreamed of Victoria and Barbie Lynn, or Hudson Lane, the school lawyer, in a lesbian tryst, "but I don't want your newfound doubts in me making you change, specifically how you treat yourself." "You want me to keep wearing lingerie," she sliced to the heart of the matter. "It is a simple pleasure you allow yourself, the only one I can detect. I will certainly be a source of displeasure for you in the future; don't let me do you harm over my careless confession," I pleaded. "My indulgence is a form of weakness," she argued. "Wrong," I fought back. "It is a 'fuck you' to temptation. It makes you stronger. Doctor Scarlett, I have never had a woman hold out as long as you did this afternoon. If you change the way you dress, then I win and you lose because I've proven you don't have faith in your own convictions." Victoria was contemplative for a moment, frowning, then slowly letting a smile win out. "Come here," she beckoned. I came up and she kissed me, not a fevered rush but a smooth, subtle thing, driven by curiosity more than passion. "You are going to require more work than I imagined," she eventually commented. "Have you forgiven me?" I asked. "Have I returned to being a good boy?" "Yes and yes." "Does this mean I can cop a feel? Ya know, a freebie?" I hoped. She kept looking up at me as she studied my features. "You are going to be a whole lot of work, Zane," she answered, "and no, no free fondling of my private parts." I growled up at the ceiling. "Damn it, woman," I snarled. "Stop trying to break me to your will." "Mr. Braxton," she patted me on the cheek, "I have no idea what you are talking about." Yeah, right. We ve Come So Far The Festivities Committee broke up once more. I was helping Mrs. Jaspers to her car since she'd taken a tumble in her home and her ankle was a bit sore. I had to return to the conference room to find my usual crowd of women overstaying the meeting, Mrs. Sahara Penny, Kendra Bainbridge, and Rochelle Wellington. "Hello, Kendra. Those frills around your collar are very enticing to the eye," I jibed. "Did you come tonight with some ulterior motive?" "No!" she snapped. "I am not that kind of woman." "Technically, if you've had children, you are that kind of woman," Sahara chimed in. "I am not a fornicator," Kendra defended herself. "No one said you were," Rochelle smiled at her rival's discomfort. "All Zane did was give you a compliment and a gentle teasing." "After his 'date' with the Reverend's wife, I am not sure any of us can be considered safe from Mr. Braxton's intentions," Kendra spat. Sahara's laugh was musical. "Yes, Kendra, I was positively scandalized that Zane would approach me with such blasphemous intentions as the Gospel of Judas, Pistis Sophia, and the origins of God's true word," Sahara grinned too sweetly. "I am sure that is what was on his mind," Kendra insinuated. She was probably coming to regret being tricked into talking to the Preacher's wife. "What would that be?" Rochelle prodded. Kendra's mouth gaped. "Well, we all know what Mr. Braxton is up to at school," she rebounded snootily. "Oh, so you have seen his website," Sahara pointed out. Kendra turned a deep shade of red. "Well, I, with everything going on," she sputtered, "we need to know how to keep our daughters safe." "Oh, Kendra, I agree," Rochelle smiled my way. "I think we can all agree that young Ms. Masters (Barbie Lynn) was lucky to escape Zane's clutches." "Yes," Sahara added sternly, "apparently she's been lucky on a nightly basis." Hey, now! Why is everybody picking on me? Half the time she's on top. "You make it sound like she enjoys, that, what he does to her," Kendra fought back. "Yes," sighed Sahara, "I can understand how horrible it must be to be crying out God's name while having sex." "Several times a night," Rochelle added. "I have such sympathy for the poor girl." "You do know that it is plausible Ms. Masters seeks me out for our mutual enjoyment," I groused. "After all, it's my bedroom and my shower we are seen in." "The Devil is known to be a great seducer," Kendra countered. "You've lured her into debauched behavior." "Oh, well, Kendra, you are on to me. I guess my deep-seated lust for you will remain unquenched," I groaned. "That's not fair," Rochelle chided me. "You are neither a tool of the Devil nor prone to give up on anything you desire, so apologize to Kendra for the sarcasm." "I apologize for making light of your concerns, Mrs. Bainbridge," I nodded toward Kendra. "Very well," Kendra snorted. "Perhaps counseling with Pastor William would do you some good." Oh, like that was going to happen; I was right in ol' Bill's preferred age range and gender. Added to that, I had sort of threatened to have him murdered for threatening Sahara Monday night. "I would prefer to be guided by someone I didn't have a desire to toss out of a fast moving aircraft," I allowed myself to say. Kendra gasped, Sahara became very still, and Rochelle choked. "Wha-, what makes you say that?" Sahara asked cautiously. "He insulted my Uncle Tim within the hearing of Aunt Jill," I answered. "I really couldn't stand Uncle Tim but would rather put my hand in a garbage disposal than let someone cause her pain. He apologized at that time but I have not forgotten." "Have you ever worried about being a bit too bloody?" Rochelle cautioned me. "I ask a lot out of life; I risk more than most and I accept that the price I pay may be higher," I replied. "I believe in the Rule of Law and I believe in punishing the wicked who attempt to abuse the rules for their own agenda. If the price is blood, then blood it shall be; if I can get a heartfelt repentance instead, so much the better." "Aren't you simply forcing your world view on everyone else?" Rochelle questioned me. "Absolutely," I admitted. "My world view is relatively easy to understand; keep to your word, accept that others will be different, and live and let live. I would prefer that my friends and I be left alone. If I have to use physical force to protect my views, I can live with that." "What of the Christian virtues of forgiveness and 'do no harm'?" Sahara countered. "I make a lousy Christian at times," I looked embarrassed. "You seem to have very little time for Christ in your life," Kendra responded snidely. "Really?" I muse. "I go to church six days a week, I get quizzed on some sort of Bible lore at least twice a day, and I come to this meeting once a week. I know sin is not a balancing act but I think I do some good." "Maybe if you gave less energy to carnal pursuits and more to Christian righteousness, you wouldn't have so many sins to balance," Kendra pronounced. "And here we are, three women of relatively good looks, discussing righteousness and virtue, Kendra," Sahara smiled. Kendra gawked at her. "Yes, I imagine I looked something like you look now when I saw Zane's devious trap Monday night." "What do you mean? We are talking about Zane's sexual lifestyle," Kendra rebutted. "No. You are talking about Zane's sex life; the rest of us are talking about sin, forgiveness, and virtue," Rochelle smiled in a superior manner. "But, but you, both, Kendra stammered. "I asked Zane about his world view," Rochelle corrected. "And I asked him about Christian forgiveness and 'do no harm', as I recall," Sahara smiled sedately. Kendra gaped like a fish out of water. "Yes, but now that I know about Mrs. Bainbridge's obsession with my bedroom antics, I'll make sure to show her more attention," I nodded. "I mean, there is an attraction that mature women possess that girls cannot equal. There was a long silence that followed that statement. "Zane, you wouldn't dare do, all, all of those lewd acts to one of us, would you?" Kendra stuttered. "I can't imagine what would make me refuse consensual sex with anyone in this room," I grinned at her. "But we are married women," Rochelle teased me. "Thus consensual, I don't want to break up a happily married couple but I don't like seeing a woman trapped in a relationship solely because she thinks there are no other options," I explained. "Women deserve to be free, and quite frankly, unhappily married women have built up an exciting reservoir of carnal energy." "Zane, I find it difficult to believe that a young man as kind to this committee as you have been would make us disrobe one article of clothing, run your rough hands over every inch of our bodies, and then force us to perform all kinds of vile sexual acts on and for you," Rochelle kept taunting me. My guess was that she was really pissed on learning her husband was having an affair with one of his employees in the Mayor's office. "You wouldn't do that to Kendra, would you, Zane?" Sahara quizzed me. "What do you mean?" I seemed confused. "She's one of the hottest MILF's in the parish; all the guys in Bible Study say so." "Wha, what?" Kendra gulped. "Milf, Mothers I'd Like to Fornicate with," I told her. "I know that!" Kendra snapped, clearly disoriented and unsure of herself. "Certainly you've noticed the men's eyes follow you around the church every Sunday after service?&

durée : 00:15:33 - Journal de 12h30 - Au Maroc, des milliers de personnes ont célébré le vote du Conseil de sécurité de l'ONU sur le plan d'autonomie du Maroc pour le Sahara occidental. Le territoire était au centre d'un conflit vieux d'un demi-siècle. - invités : Chantal Birman Sage-femme, militante des droits des femmes

durée : 00:58:34 - Cultures Monde - par : Julie Gacon, Mélanie Chalandon - Comme chaque vendredi, une émission d'actualité en deux parties : retour de terrain avec Arthur Rayssiguier qui rentre du Libéria, puis table-ronde sur le Sahara occidental, où la perspective d'un règlement du conflit semble plus proche que jamais. - réalisation : Vivian Lecuivre - invités : Arthur Rayssiguier réalisateur indépendant; Khadija Mohsen-Finan Politologue, spécialiste du Maghreb et des questions méditerranéennes, membre du comité de rédaction d'Orient XXI; Adlene Mohammedi Chercheur et enseignant en géopolitique, expert associé au CERI

durée : 00:36:48 - Cultures Monde - par : Julie Gacon, Mélanie Chalandon - Pus de cinq décennies après le début du conflit, la question du Sahara occidental pourrait se régler. En effet, le Front Polisario semble accepter le plan de souveraineté marocain, tandis que les États-Unis soumettent une nouvelle résolution au conseil de sécurité de l'ONU. - réalisation : Vivian Lecuivre - invités : Khadija Mohsen-Finan Politologue, spécialiste du Maghreb et des questions méditerranéennes, membre du comité de rédaction d'Orient XXI; Adlene Mohammedi Chercheur et enseignant en géopolitique, expert associé au CERI

China se groeiende aptyt vir Namibiese beesvleis kan die vraag tot 20 000 ton per maand laat styg, maar kenners waarsku dat produksie nie tred sal kan hou nie. In 'n onderhoud met Kosmos 94.1 Nuus het landboukenner Wallie Roux gesê Namibië, die droogste Afrika-land suid van die Sahara, staar natuurlike beperkings in die gesig ten opsigte van hoeveel dit kan produseer. Die land se afhanklikheid van reënval beteken dat die uitbreiding van beesvleisproduksie met stygende koste sal gepaardgaan. Roux het meer.

Have you ever wondered what it's really like to experience Morocco - including the medinas, the desert, and the Blue City - all in one trip? From camel rides in the Sahara to wandering the alleyways of Fez, this trip was all about embracing adventure, culture, and connection in one unforgettable journey. In this episode, Alex and Pam share how they explored Morocco on a whirlwind girls' trip using a mix of points, miles, and cash. Listen in to learn how to plan your own Moroccan adventure, from selecting riads and desert camps to understanding local customs and tipping etiquette. They share what surprised them most, which cities left the biggest impression, and how this trip proved that sometimes, the best use of points is creating once-in-a-lifetime memories. You can find links to resources mentioned in this episode plus the transcript here: travelmomsquad.com/152 Ready to get started with NEARLY FREE travel? Click here for the exact offers we would sign up for this month: travelmomsquad.lpages.co/bestoffers/ The Travel Mom Squad is also on YouTube! You can watch this episode here: youtube.com/@travelmomsquad Let us know what you want to hear on the podcast by sending us a DM on Instagram: instagram.com/travelmomsquad

Welcome to a very special edition of The Travel Diaries, where we're heading to a country that has enchanted so many of my guests over the years: Morocco.This Destination Special is a love letter to a place that casts a lifelong spell. In the first half, you'll hear unforgettable memories from past guests - Sir Michael Palin, Anya Hindmarch, Lyn Hughes, Sir Richard Branson, The Hairy Bikers, Amar Latif, and Jacqui Gifford - each sharing the moments that made Morocco magical for them: the colours of Marrakech, the silence of the Sahara, the scent of a tagine in the Atlas Mountains. Together, their voices weave a vivid tapestry of this extraordinary land.And it's no wonder UK visitor numbers are soaring. Morocco is that rare combination - just a short flight away, yet a complete change of pace: immersive, sensory, unforgettable.Then, in the second half, I'm joined by travel writer and Morocco expert Paula Hardy, who splits her time between the UK and Morocco. With over 15 years of experience, she takes us beyond the usual hotspots, from the Mediterranean feel of Tangier and Tetouan, to desert oases near Skoura, coastal towns like Asilah, and hidden Berber mountain villages. We dive into Morocco's traditions - crafts, cuisine and culture - and its exciting evolution, with high-speed trains, striking new architecture, and preparations for the 2030 World Cup.Whether you've visited before or it's been on your bucket list for years, this episode will open your eyes to a Morocco you may not yet know, and remind you why so many travellers return again and again.Destination Recap: Northern Morocco - Sir Michael Palin on why Morocco is his all-time favourite journeyMarrakech – Designer Anya Hindmarch and Wanderlust editor-in-chief Lyn Hughes on the city of artisans, colour and contrastsAtlas Mountains - Sir Richard Branson, The Hairy Bikers, and blind adventurer Amar Latif on Berber villages, snow-topped peaks and mountain escapesOuarzazate (the “door to the desert”) - Travel & Leisure Editor Jacqui Gifford on this cinematic frontier townPaula's Destination Recap:Tangier Villa Mabrouka, TangierAsilahTetouan Royal Mansour Tamuda Bay Dar Ambrosia, Asilah Mimi Calpe, TangierM'HamidErfoud Iriki Taroudant Dar Ahlam, OuarzazateSkouraMarrakechOualidia Riad Mina, Marrakech Berber Lodge, Marrakech Riad L'Atelier, MarrakechRosemary, Marrakech Tribalista, Marrakech The Memory RoadThanks so much for listening today. I'll be back with some fabulous Christmas specials in December. In the meantime, come and follow me on Instagram, I'm @hollyrubenstein, and you'll also find me on TikTok - I'd love to hear from you. Remember there's the first 15 seasons to catch up on, that's over 160 episodes to keep you busy. And visit TheTravelDiariesPodcast.com for everything else podcast-related. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

A former Hollywood screenwriter with a sharp eye for aesthetics, Sahara Lotti turned her storytelling instincts into design innovation. Frustrated by salon lash extensions that were costly, damaging, and time-consuming, she set out to invent something better—and did. In 2016, she founded Lashify, launching the Fuse Control® Wand and Gossamer® lashes, designed to be applied beneath the lash line with her patented Underlash™ technique. What began as a personal solution has grown into a worldwide movement embraced by makeup artists, celebrities, and everyday consumers alike. Today, Lashify holds over 750+ patents and 1,000 trademarks worldwide—proving that independent innovation can stand up to an industry dominated by conglomerates. Through relentless IP defense, Lotti has become one of the few female founders to set legal precedent for protecting creative work. Independent, inventive, and unfiltered, she's built Lashify not just as a beauty brand but as a statement of ownership, vision, and freedom.In this episode, Sahara also discusses:Harnessing obsession as a driving force for successHow Lashify is transforming lives, from renewed confidence to weight lossExposing IP theft and the dark side of the beauty industryLeading global innovation in lash technologyThe brand's unexpected mission: a fierce love for dogsRevolutionizing lashes and the future of beautyWe hope you enjoy this episode and gain valuable insights into Sahara's journey and the growth of Lashify. Don't forget to subscribe to the Glam & Grow podcast for more in-depth conversations with the most incredible brands, founders, and more.Be sure to check out Lashify at www.lashify.com and on Instagram at @lashifyRated #1 Best Beauty Business Podcast on FeedPostThis episode is brought to you by WavebreakLeading direct-to-consumer brands hire Wavebreak to turn email marketing into a top revenue driver.Most eCommerce brands don't email right... and it costs them. At Wavebreak, our eCommerce email marketing agency helps qualified brands recapture 7+ figures of lost revenue each year.From abandoned cart emails to Black Friday campaigns, our best-in-class team manage the entire process: strategy, design, copywriting, coding, and testing. All aimed at driving growth, profit, brand recognition, and most importantly, ROI.Curious if Wavebreak is right for you? Reach out at Wavebreak.co

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In this episode, I had the most high-vibe, queen-energy conversation in Dubai with one of the city's finest expanders, the queen who pulls the energy of expansion forward in all of us, Regan Hillyer.   Regan is an internationally renowned manifestation teacher whose work bridges energetics, embodiment, and the quantum field. Her teachings remind us that we can literally sculpt our reality, collapse time, and create new visions for our lives that we never thought possible.   When I recorded this, I was in a moment of deep expansion, learning to stretch my capacity to receive and anchor into my royal frequency. Dubai, to me, represented that energy — a city of limitless possibility and creation.   Together, Regan and I explore:

We hear the word “surrender” all the time in spirituality, but what does it actually mean?   For most of my life, surrender didn't make sense. My mom fled war in Iran, my dad too, and everything I learned growing up was about fighting for freedom, not giving in. So when people said “just surrender,” I thought it meant giving up.   It wasn't until my marriage ended that I learned what real surrender was. I didn't have a choice anymore. I had to trust that Spirit was guiding me somewhere greater, even if I couldn't see where. That moment opened the door to a year of complete flow. I left everything behind, traveled the world with one suitcase, and discovered new archetypes within myself that I never knew existed.   But eventually, I realized there's a paradox in all of this. If we only surrender, we can lose direction. If we only control, we block the magic. The truth is, we need both.   ✨ In this episode, I explore: What surrender really means and how it shows up in our lives The balance between trusting the universe and taking aligned action The archetypes of “Surrender Sarita” and “Control Candace” How to know when life is asking you to release versus when it's time to focus Why both structure and flow are needed to create your dharma This conversation is a reminder that surrender isn't about giving up. It's about trusting that Spirit may have a bigger plan than the one you made for yourself.   If you are looking for a diverse + nourishing community of like-minded souls I'd love to invite you to join of Rose Gold Goddesses at https://www.rosegoldgoddesses.com   Get $20 off Use my promo code SAHARA and get $20 off at www.holisticgoddess.com/sahara    Sign up this week and get 25% off with this code: 25SWS at checkout! Speak With Soul Course   Explore the Fits Everybody collection at  https://www.skims.com/sahara   After you place your order, be sure to let them know I sent you! Select "podcast" in the survey and be sure to select My show “Highest Self Podcast” in the dropdown menu!   Discover Your Dharma - Order your copy now - https://iamsahararose.com/dharma   Stream the Intro + Outro Music: Trust Flow by Sahara Rose ft. WillyNoir here and watch the music video here.   To receive a free womb mediation, email a screenshot of your review of the Highest Self Podcast to sahara@iamsahararose.com    Follow me your spiritual bestie to active your fullest expression + laugh along the way: https://www.Instagram.com/iamsahararose  https://www.tiktok.com/@iamsahararose  https://www.Facebook.com/iamsahararose    Order My Books: https://www.iamsahararose.com/books    By accessing this Podcast, I acknowledge that the entire contents are the property of Sahara Rose, or used by Sahara Rose with permission, and are protected under U.S. and international copyright and trademark laws. Except as otherwise provided herein, users of this Podcast may save and use information contained in the Podcast only for personal or other non-commercial, educational purposes. No other use, including, without limitation, reproduction, retransmission or editing, of this Podcast may be made without the prior written permission of the Sahara Rose, which may be requested by contacting pr@iamsahararose.com.   This podcast is for educational purposes only. The host claims no responsibility to any person or entity for any liability, loss, or damage caused or alleged to be caused directly or indirectly as a result of the use, application, or interpretation of the information presented herein.