Ashanti Mother Quotes

The Ashanti, he reminded me, are guided by, and survive through, the forces of kinship and ancestral linkage. "We take care of each other on earth," he said. "If a family member asks for help, I give it. When a family member needs money for school fees or hospital bills, I send it. And my whole extended family loves you as if you are their child. We take care of each other's children. We raise each other's children. My cousins are my brothers and sisters. My aunts are also my mothers. Your aunts are your mothers, especially Auntie Harriet because she is my eldest sister. You will never be alone in this world." "And do you really believe our ancestors are watching over us?" I asked. He smiled. "I believe in the power of remembrance," he said. "And I believe love does not die with the body.

Sabe Igiaba, quando te vi assim, eu me senti impotente. Eu era tua mãe, uma adulta, mas me sentia sem recursos.' Porém, mamãe tinha e ainda tem muitos recursos. Começou a me contar histórias da Somália. Porque, para os nômades somalis, sempre há uma solução escondida numa história. Suas histórias tinham um objetivo: ela queria que eu entendesse que não surgíamos do nada; que por trás da gente havia um país, tradições, toda uma história. Não existiam só os antigos romanos e gauleses, não havia só os latinorum e a ágora grega. Havia também o antigo Egito e os coletores de incenso do Reino de Punt, ou seja, da nossa Somália. Havia os reinos de Ashanti e Bambara. Ela queria que eu me sentisse orgulhosa da minha pele negra e da terra que tínhamos deixado para trás por motivos de força maior. Ela me contava dos nossos reinos distantes, das fortes ligações com o Egito, com a Índia, com Portugal, com a Turquia. Ouvindo a mamãe, eu sentia o eflúvio paradisíaco de incenso e unsi, cheiros que motivaram a rainha Hatshepsut da décima-oitava dinastia egípcia a ordenar uma expedição à Somália. Com as suas histórias, minha mãe me livrou do medo que eu tinha de ser uma caricatura viva criada pela cabeça de alguém. Com as suas histórias, Ela fez de mim uma pessoa. De alguma forma, ela me pariu novamente. [...] foi somente quando eu voltei para Somália que comecei a usar novamente minha língua materna. Em poucos meses, comecei a falar muito bem o somali. Agora, posso dizer que tenho duas línguas-mãe que me amam na mesma medida. Graças à palavra, sou hoje o que sou. [...] Eu sou fruto desse caos entrelaçado. E o meu mapa é o espelho daqueles anos de mudanças. Não é um mapa coerente. É centro, mas também é periferia. É Roma, mas também é Mogadíscio. É Igiaba, mas também é você.

Primer of Love [Lesson 44] Fire and gunpowder don't sleep together. ~ Ashanti Proverb from Ghana Lesson 44) Leave the oil and vinegar for your salad dressing -- look for compatibility in your lover. You heard the old adage 'opposites attracts'-- just listen for a few more minutes and you'll next hear KABOOM. That is not the chemistry for long term relationships. You need identical value systems or you're setting yourself up for tsuris (Yiddish for aggravation).Some important compatibilities you should have are God (monotheist+atheist/bad combo), children (wants none+wants four/bad combo), money (important+non-important/bad combo), where you want to live (big city apartment+suburbia, sex (often+often/good combo). What you must agree upon from day one is the mother-in-laws don't live in your house. That's a relationship killer with an ugly hat.

Someone needs to be concerned about those girls." "Kara and Kendra know that I am only a phone call away." "Would you even answer the phone if you're laid up under some man?" Line. Crossed. Ashanti closed the distance between them, until she was barely a foot away. "Apparently, you didn't hear me the first time," she said. "Who I fuck is none of your business." Anita gasped, her head snapping back. Her mouth opened and closed but no words came out. "I should petition the courts!" she finally screeched. "Get those girls away from you!" "Try it," Ashanti said. "You shouldn't be raising my brother's children!" "I am tired of your bullshit, Anita. You hadn't talked to your 'beloved' brother for over three years before he died. I know my dad tried to contact you, and you ignored him." "He was not your father!" "Fuck you! He is my father. He loved me and treated me like his own flesh and blood. You, on the other hand, who actually was his flesh and blood, didn't want anything to do with him until he was buried in the ground. And all because he took your mother's dishes." "It was her wedding china and it was mine!" Anita said. "And it has nothing to do with you." "No, it doesn't. I don't care why you cut your own brother out of your life. What I do care about are my sisters. You talk about wanting to raise Kara and Kendra? You live an hour away and saw them five times in the first ten years of their lives. "I know what this is, it's guilt," Ashanti continued. "But you don't get to alleviate the shame and regret you feel at the way you treated your own brother by making my sisters' lives hell.

And this love does not limit itself to show obliquely when the child is a girl. I remember a mother who fed her daughter with so much of her milk that her breasts sagged so that those of her daughter may grow with sophistication.

And this love does not limit itself to show obliquely when the child is a girl. I remember a mother who fed her daughter with so much of her milk that her breasts sagged so that those of her daughter may grow with sophistication.

His mother told him he was a special child, that once he had been really sick with asthma and fever and he had stopped breathing. She told him that she had knelt on the floor by the bed in which he lay and she had prayed for his life. In her love for him she prayed that god would let him live. She prayed, for she needed him to live. To give her someone to love and care for.