MOTHER'S DAY: Handout for the New Woman

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Today being Mother's Day, I'll be sharing these words by Joy Isi Bewaji with you. They resonate so deeply with me that I could have as well written them. 

The niggaa is sick, so one of her hands has a wet towel on his forehead.

Her second hand is washing clothes manually.

Third hand is cooking.

Fourth hand is grinding pepper.

Fifth handing, hoeing.

Sixth hand, sorting out firewood.

Seventh hand, giving a child a bath, while the younger one sleeps soundly on her back.

There usually would be an eight hand sweeping, and a ninth hand doing the dishes, and the tenth hand flipping through a third child's homework.

Cute.
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Remind your daughters, when they become women, they have only two hands.

TWO HANDS.

Nothing more.
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The rule for the New Woman is: If two hands and a smart brain cannot get the work done, then it is toil you can do without.

Structure your life early enough to make sure you do not become a slave in institutions that promised you happiness. 

Capeesh?
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Happy Mothers' (sic) Day, I guess.


For the record, images like the one attached above bore me to death. I think that only a beast of burden will find it inspiring. This is the 21st century. Wake up. Live.

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