when you grow up with an African mum when you talk back at her she will be like now you have seen me in my mouth oh what is the color of my mouth and you a re like really mum she will be like
MUM: Priscilla where were you i called you three times in a row are you the mother.
PRISCILLA: no mummy you had sent me to the shop.
MUM: so now you can talk back to me you have seen my mouth what is the color of it ah ah tell me idiot you think eating my food is the best job to do. i carried you for nine months and you re pay me like this cheii i shall not leave to see the day you start disrespecting me. take me lord hey these children cheii what will i tell the community you have ashamed me you talked back to me
PRISCILLA: but ma.....
MUM: what is wrong with you i just said do not not talk back in fact bring your laptop phone and every thing those white people things are ruining you yo wont make a good wife.
................................................................................. to be continued. love you guys