They learn to live and survive from the onset of their birth, They are made to adapt to situations beyond a mans imagination, They are made to believe and live with stigma that they are to be seen not heard, They grow knowing they are servants to their masters and mistresses of burden, Yet their passion for a generation is immesuarable, Their ability to feel pain and forgive in equal measure is unmatched, Though hurt and demeaned,they use their tears to wash away pain,cleanse our iron fists,and wet our hearts lest they dry dead, I miss these great daughters of the soil and only wish that we realise and embrace their enormous contribution in making us who we are (MEN) THANK YOU LADIES for reminding us that our pronoun men is short of one letter to make us mean!

Africa

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