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Happy Mother's Day

 



A story  was told of a mother and her  child. A woman and the fruit of her womb. One who can take the place of all others but whose place no one else can take. A tale of two humans who fall in love by default. A people who didn't meet in the mall or in a concert 
somewhere in carnivore grounds. Not even in church.

Of  two people who often first lay their eyes on each other in the labour room. 

You get the difference ?

A room filled with genuine pain and unmatched joy at the same time. A room where a bond developes. A bond that was created in heaven.

When you wish your mother a happy mother's day today don't forget to wish mine as well. I'll remember to wish yours too before sunset. 

Call her or send her a text message. You can send her a voice note or  buy her a dress. Use any love language. Make your mama feel loved. 

Today the second Sunday of May, we celebrate all the mothers. With unconditional Love.


Happy Mother's Day 🌹💐


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  1. Happy Mother's day Nyar Kamagambo❤️

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  2. I inspire you to write a book Sir

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    1. Humbled sir 🙏. This will come to pass ❤️❤️

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  3. Really catching ❤️❤️❣️❣️happy mother's day to all mum's

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