When the sun hid behind the clouds,
Just as the moon shone brightly,
Mother's hands grazed my face subtly as her fingers entwined with the mess on my head, my hair obeying twists and twirls from her delicate hands formed what we call conrows.
I sat still, waiting to bolt as her fingers stopped moving, indicating she was done.
Mother said;
Listen girl,
A woman's pride is in her husband, and her beauty in her hair, but I say being woman is beyond that.
Feminity is a gift, crafted divinely, woven in every woman. It is being able to stay calm while your house burns.
You don't get to say what you feel, how you feel as you don't get to act on impulse.
TBC...
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