my sisters let us hold our hands in circles
let us say a prayer to our mothers
may God grant them Jannah
we are the generation of selflove
we raised our siblings before we had our own offsprings
we have been prepared for this sis
we want love and we have so much to give
but at what cost?
the days of self sacrifice are over
there is no ride or die here
We have learned from our mothersWe have sat by their feet when they got the call… ~ he didn’t buy you a land he married a lil girl from a village ~
We have learned riding for you won’t do you no good
Neither does dying for you…
They need strong women to tell them off when they need humbling
And we need strong men to be confident when we are crying…
We are all learning…
But until we graduate
Let us hold hands and make dua
Say a prayer for our fathers
May God grant them Jannah
And we may we learn to love
In a fruit bearing way
Stripped off all bitterness
But let our love be as sweet as a mango, as sour as the salt and as hot as the spice (basbas)
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Take a ready to be eaten kinda mango, pill it, take a pinch of salt and sprinkle it over the mango. Take a pinch of hot powder chili {pilipili or berbere} sprinkle it on the mango. Bon appetite
Obs. Remember to rinse your hands with soap & water. Before & after.