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When i was a child my grandmother passed away at around 10pm. At 8am my father let me skip school that day and even bought me McDonald's breakfast. Then we went to the bank together with my sister and proceeded towards the drive through teller, he reaches in the backseat and..
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No drama, no stress. Just genuine love, effortless affection and two people who keep choosing each other. ❤️
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From their natural elegance to their confidence and grace, African women are a beautiful reminder that our heritage is something to celebrate, not abandon. Our culture is our identity and our women wear it beautifully.
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Women supporting women should also include saying NO to a married man when he asks you out, the love you have for your fellow woman should make you say no. That is feminism.
Women are gatekeepers of s£x and everything relationship, if you don't accept it won't work out
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Don't Make Children Your Messengers
When adults have a disagreement, don't send a child to deliver insults or carry emotional burdens.
Children deserve childhood, not a front-row seat in grown-up conflicts.
Settle your battles without borrowing their innocence.
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One day, a woman went to a pet store and saw a parrot being sold for $7.
“Why are you selling the parrot for $7? “ The woman asked the pet store owner, “That is quite cheap.”
“Well, Madam,” replied the owner. “The parrot used to live in a brothel and used to say a lot of
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I was three points away from winning my tennis match when a stranger ruined everything.
“Out!” he shouted from behind the court fence.
I turned just in time to watch my ball land inside the line.
I lost the point arguing with him.
“You owe me a point,” I told him after the match.
He leaned against the fence, smiling. “You lost because you were distracted.”
“By your terrible judgment.”
“By my handsome face, perhaps?”
I laughed in disbelief. “You’re incredibly confident for someone I’ve never seen before.”
“Alexander Reed.” He held out his hand.
“Maya Bennett. Still not impressed.”
“Give me time.”
I walked away before he could see me smiling.
The following Saturday, I found him at the same sports club, playing on the court beside mine. He was annoyingly good.
When our matches ended, he approached me with two bottles of water.
“Peace offering?”
“Are you apologizing for ruining my match?”
“No. I’m apologizing for being right about your distraction.”
I took the water just to stop myself from throwing a tennis ball at him.
“Do you flirt with every woman you meet?”
“Only the ones who threaten me with sports equipment.”
“Then you must have a very interesting life.”
He grinned. “It’s getting interesting now.”
I hated how easily he made me laugh.
Before leaving, he asked for my number.
I raised an eyebrow. “Why?”
“So I can challenge you to a rematch.”
“Just tennis?”
His smile turned mischievous. “Would you prefer something else?”
I walked away, shaking my head.
But I gave him my number.
And that was my first mistake..