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Oil and Me/ Oil and Them

We've seen it countless times, however, that doesn't make it any less amazing. 


An African mother's relationship with oil.

The oil seems almost frightened when it comes to them, or maybe they just have super tough skin. Be it fish or chicken, stew or plantain, they fearlessly stick their hand in and fry. They laugh in the face of oil and burns- like superheroes when facing the boss villain.


They just don't get hurt- or don't feel it at least (frying with no concern whatsoever)

And don't get me started on what the grandmothers are like.


They always say "Come on will you put your hand in there! Why are you running away? What are you afraid of?"



THE OILLLLL


I'M SCARED THE OIL WILL SPLASH ON ME AND I'LL BECOME HORRIDLY DEFORMED!

THANKS, BUT NOOO THANKS!









me?



I like my skin oil free, thank you for asking.


I feel like oil is one of those things people ought to handle with a hazmat suit- covered from top to bottom.


I could run out of the kitchen right after I drop the fish head into the oil and it will STILL splash on me.


Maybe invulnerability to oil is an African superpower I'll get when I grow up. 'Cause I am positive I don't have it right now.

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