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Kawakawa House by Herbst Architects Auckland, New Zealand 🇳🇿

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4 BEDROOM TERRACE DUPLEX WITH BQ Location: Kukwaba, FCT Abuja, behind the National park service Features: 1. Plot Area/ Unit: 250 sqm 2. 4 Bedroom Ensuite 3. Large kitchen 4. 3 floors 5. 2 Living Rooms 6. Servant's Quarters DM for more info #housing #residential #construction

There is a version of tropical architecture that never forgot what it was supposed to do. This house is proof of it. Aadhya. Thrissur, Kerala, India. Ar. Nanda Gopal of Pragvi. 2,300 sq ft. 2023. Exposed brick, reclaimed terracotta roofing, kadappa stone, timber windows, natural ventilation built into the structure. Every material is from the region. Every decision responds to the climate it sits in. Kerala is tropical. The heat, the humidity, the rain. Not so different from what we have here. The problems are the same. But look at what happens when a people keep refining their building knowledge instead of discarding it. We discarded ours. And when we started building again, we were copying from people who were copying from people, using materials imported for climates nothing like ours, putting up houses that fight the weather instead of working with it. The knowledge to build like this exists in Africa. What does not always exist is the decision to use it. Ar. Nanda Gopal | Pragvi | Thrissur, Kerala, India | 2,300 sq ft | 2023

The man behind this building is a sculptor. He was given 12 days to come up with a design. He had never designed a building. He won the contest. Every part of it, down to each feather, represents one date: August 17, 1945, Indonesia's independence day. His name is Nyoman Nuarta, a sculptor from Bali. His most famous work is the giant Garuda Wisnu Kencana statue. It's 121 meters tall and took 25 years to finish. For the palace, Nuarta's idea was simple: take a 9-story office building, then wrap a giant copper bird around the whole thing. The bird is a Garuda, a mythical creature from Hindu stories that also sits at the center of Indonesia's national symbol. Five major architect groups in Indonesia signed a letter protesting the design. The government went with it anyway. The wings carry 17 feathers, the tail 8, the base 19, the neck 45. Together: August 17, 1945. The body was designed to be 76 meters tall, chosen because 2021 was the 76th year of Indonesia's independence. The whole structure is a sculpture you can work inside. The outer skin is made of 4,650 copper bars, each one weighing 300 kilograms, about the weight of a piano. Together that's around 1,400 tonnes of copper, roughly the weight of 1,000 cars, just on the outside of the building. Right now it looks bronze. Over the coming decades the copper will react with air and slowly turn bluish-green. That's the same effect that turned the Statue of Liberty green. It's already starting on Nuarta's earlier Bali statue. The palace sits 1,200 kilometers (about 750 miles) from Jakarta, on the island of Borneo. Indonesia is building Nusantara, an entirely new capital, because Jakarta is the fastest-sinking major city in the world. Some neighborhoods in the north drop up to 25 centimeters (about 10 inches) every single year. Large parts of the city could be underwater by 2050. The new capital was projected to cost $32 billion. State funding peaked at $2 billion in 2024. President Prabowo Subianto took office that October and cut the budget to $700 million the next year. The 2026 budget is $300 million, an 85% drop in two years. The full move-in date has slipped from 2024 to 2028. Only 4,000 government workers are scheduled to relocate there this year. A building shaped like a bird, designed by a sculptor, marked with a date, slowly turning green. The capital it was built to anchor may never fully arrive.

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Out of the ground and moving up fast! 🚀 With the ground floor block work officially wrapped up, the team is fully focused on the structural backbone—pouring concrete for the columns and setting up precast elements. The vision is taking shape day by day. 📐🔨 #ConstructionLife #ArchitectAtWork #SiteSupervision #ConcreteDesign #ProjectMilestone

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How this tiger cub calms down when its caretaker kisses it. Btw, that guy is really brave to do that in front of his mother. 😂

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WHAT DIFFERENT COUNTRIES TEACH YOU ABOUT LIFE: Japan — Patience and precision are a form of deep respect Italy — Slowing down is not laziness, it is living Germany — Systems and discipline create real freedom Brazil — Joy is not earned, it is chosen every single day India — Chaos and beauty can exist in the exact same moment Iceland — Silence is not empty, it is full of answers Morocco — Hospitality is not a gesture, it is a philosophy Mexico — Family is not an obligation, it is the whole point Norway — Simplicity is the most underrated form of wealth Greece — Food and conversation are never meant to be rushed New Zealand — Nature is not a backdrop, it is the main event South Korea — Reinvention at any age is not just possible, it is expected USA — Ambition is a language everyone around you speaks fluently Nigeria — Resilience is not a trait, it is a birthright France — Self respect is non negotiable and style is a state of mind Argentina — Passion without apology is the only way to truly live Kenya — Community is not a safety net, it is the foundation Portugal — Nostalgia is not weakness, it is how you honour what shaped you China — Patience across generations builds what one lifetime cannot Australia — Life is too short to take yourself too seriously Spain — Rest is not a reward, it is a right built into the culture Thailand — Kindness given freely costs nothing and changes everything Cuba — Music and survival have always walked hand in hand Netherlands — Equality is not an ideal, it is a daily practice Ethiopia — Ancient pride reminds you that greatness did not start with the west Ghana — Celebration is not reserved for big moments, every day deserves one Turkey — Every city has layers and so does every person you meet Colombia — Transformation is possible for a people, a city and a person Switzerland — Precision and peace can absolutely coexist in the same life Saudi Arabia — Tradition and ambition are not opposites, they are partners Philippines — Warmth is a superpower and Filipinos wield it effortlessly Ukraine — Strength is quiet until the moment it has no choice but to roar Jamaica — Rhythm, faith and roots will carry you further than pressure ever will Peru — Ancient wisdom does not expire just because the world moved on Poland — Dignity in hardship is one of the rarest forms of human strength

Jesus rose from the dead and the first person He went to was His brother who thought He was crazy. Not Peter. Not John. Not the twelve. James. His kid brother. The one who grew up sharing a room with God and didn’t know it. Think about James for a second. His older brother is Jesus. Not “Jesus the Christ.” Not “Jesus the Savior.” Jesus the guy who worked in the carpenter shop and came home smelling like sawdust and sweat. Jesus who snored. Jesus who ate too fast. Jesus who their mother treated different and James never understood why. Because Mary kept her mouth shut. Luke 2:19. She kept all these things and pondered them in her heart. Angels showed up at His birth. Shepherds fell on their faces. Wise men brought gold. And Mary told nobody. She just watched her firstborn grow up in a ghetto in Nazareth and kept the secret in her chest like a coal she couldn’t put down. James didn’t know his brother was God. He knew his brother was weird. He knew his mother looked at Jesus different. He knew Joseph moved the whole family to Egypt when they were little and never fully explained why. He knew that one time his parents lost Jesus at the temple and found Him three days later arguing with rabbis like He owned the place. Twelve years old. Already gone. Then Jesus grew up. Worked the shop. Paid the bills. Because Joseph died — the Bible doesn’t say when but Joseph disappears from the story — and in Jewish custom the eldest son takes over. So Jesus wasn’t posing for paintings in that carpenter shop. He was feeding His family. Putting bread on the table for His mom and His brothers and sisters in a town so poor Nathanael said “can anything good come out of Nazareth?” Then one day He left. Walked away from the shop. Walked away from the family. Left James holding the hammer and the bills and the responsibility for a widowed mother. James was pissed. Mark 3:21. His own family went to collect Him because they said He was out of His mind. That’s James. That’s the brothers. Showing up to bring the crazy one home before He embarrasses the family worse. John 7:5. His brethren did not believe in Him. His own blood. Ate dinner with Him for thirty years. Didn’t believe. Then Wednesday happened. The brother James thought was insane got arrested at night by temple guards. Got beaten until His face swelled shut. Got whipped until His back looked like raw meat. Got nailed to wood and hung up on a garbage hill outside the city. And James had to stand somewhere — maybe in the crowd, maybe at home, maybe hearing it secondhand — and process the fact that the brother he called crazy just died like a criminal. Three days and nights of silence. Three days of James sitting with the guilt of every eye roll. Every argument. Every time he told people “I don’t know what’s wrong with Him.” Every time he showed up to drag Jesus home because He was embarrassing the family name. Then Sunday morning. Jesus rose. Conquered death. Walked out of the tomb. And He went to James. 1 Corinthians 15:7. He appeared to James. Not in a crowd. Not at a distance. He went to His brother. The one who didn’t believe. The one who thought He was crazy. The one who was pissed that He left the family behind. He showed up and let James see the holes in His hands. Matthew 28:10. Go tell my brethren. Not my servants. Not my followers. My brethren. John 20:17. My Father and your Father. My God and your God. He rose to the highest position in the universe and His vocabulary didn’t change. Most men get a promotion and stop returning phone calls. Jesus conquered death and called the brother who doubted Him family. James went from “He’s out of His mind” to leading the church in Jerusalem. James went from trying to drag Jesus home to writing a book of the Bible. James went from skeptic to martyr. They threw him off the temple wall and when he survived the fall they beat him to death with a club. He died for the brother he once thought was insane. That’s what happened when Jesus showed up after the resurrection and said brother. One word changed everything. He’s not calling you servant today. He’s not calling you subject. He’s calling you what He called James. Brother. The same James who didn’t believe. Who rolled his eyes. Who showed up to take Him home. Who sat in the dark for three days choking on regret. He went to THAT guy first. If He went to James, He’ll come to you.