She's strong than her strength weaker than her pains she carries a big heart bigger than the calabash in the village square. Her pot never runs out of water and her doors always open to welcome the stranger.
She sustains all the loads by herself from front to the back to keep the pleasure on and keep the night till the sunrise not forgotten the wight she bears round her waist.
She keeps her home and finds the pleasure of putting smiles on the face of all.
She moves with confidence, kindness and love because she is a woman.m
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