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Oct 2020
I could never ride a bike,
Cause I could never maintain my balance on it.
My dad told my mum never to tell me to make tea,
For I would spill the milk, put too much in tea or leave it on the stove till it dried.
I never learned to light a primus (kerosene stove),
For if I did my mum would tell me to heat food .
After marriage I learned to drive a car,
But I never drove one,
For my mind was so full of things that I would forget to switch off the engine,
My husband thought a driver was better for me.
Spring rolls are my favourite snacks,
But, I don't know how to fold them,
So I got an idea,
It's notΒ Β the shape that matters,
It's the taste that counts,
So I fill them in samoosa pastry ,
And have samoosa spring rolls.
Written by
Salmabanu Hatim  69/F/Tanzania
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