Ladies first as from man's rib as of companion..my woman be near..
male take on them courageously, female protect their young vigorously…
they care most, they love most and loved most..we feel safer when a woman is the 'driver'..
the lust of the flesh, the woman saw that the tree was good for food..
of greener season is of motherhood..necessity the mother of inventions…
A confident woman is a beautiful woman..women run things..
looks like lots and lots of twin..sisters they are…
when at our lowest, they closest, they naturally found of companion…
for everything a mother does for us is for our survival...
with them, maybe it’s easy to throw caution at the wind...
reason of the heart when we hurt..they are like our babies…
no take is off limits, top of gossips.. of sweet soft lips...
from role models, to roles at model..that sounds like alot
of people...
ladies' night, my weekend love..full of temptations…
man give them priority..ladies first…
Never colour blind, eye of details..you can't fool a mom...
When we work with women, there are no secrets...
hands of a pitful women have sodden of their own..women are their own worst enemies…
There is something about a woman with a loud mind that sits
in silence knowing the truth can crush...
nothing goes past their senses..mothers knows best…
can decide for civilization, the first teachers of generations...
real women know themselves..they are real, owning to their
positions…
a grandmothers, to mothers, aunties, to daughters, niece to granddaughters..our
ladies…
grandmothers the unsung heroins..grandma's recipe..
Not until you know how it’s like to cry with your mama..mama's smile is a blessing..
the strength of a woman, there is a reason why women live longer..
A brand new on the menu, think like a man..becoming her own man..
if you treat a woman good, you don't need to read a book..
equity, equality got them lost to host of guests..no woman no cry..
What a man can do, a woman can do, even better..
mwanamke ni tabia, shepu majaliwa…
to representation, to empowerment, then of recognition…oh girl child..
Taking too long to prepare..their scents are of merit and intercession..
becoming a mother is an emotion..when you find them real, that's your problem too…
as a daughter's love tenderly awakens the memories of a mother's childhood...
every daughter is a shadow of her mum..
No hood than motherhood.
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