Tag: Women

  • Why I Love Sharing My Mistakes With Other Women – DJ Cuppy

    Why I Love Sharing My Mistakes With Other Women – DJ Cuppy

    Why I Love Sharing My Mistakes With Other Women DJ Cuppy

    Why I Love Sharing My Mistakes With Other Women DJ Cuppy

    Florence Otedola, the famous Nigerian disc jockey, who is popularly known as DJ Cuppy, has revealed that she loves sharing her experiences with other women so that they can learn from and avoid the mistakes she made.

    According to her, every lesson learned is an opportunity to help someone else succeed.

    She disclosed this when she wrote on her X handle: “I love speaking and sharing my mistakes so other women can learn from them and avoid the same silly pitfalls! Thank you for having me, @Ttall @tessysbrunches.

    “Every lesson learned is an opportunity to help someone else succeed.”

    I love speaking and sharing my mistakes so other women can learn from them and avoid the same silly pitfalls!

    Thank you for having me @Ttall @tessysbrunches 🧡🎤🕊️

    Every lesson learned is an opportunity to help someone else succeed ✨

    https://x.com/cuppymusic/status/1791861939888369986

    Recall that DJ Cuppy revealed in March that one of her biggest regrets is not saying “No” to her estranged fiance, Ryan Taylor.

    She stated that she had now realised that it is okay to say “No.”

    Cuppy and Ryan parted ways in July 2023, barely seven months after their shocking engagement in November 2022.

  • We Are Women!

    We Are Women!

    We Are Women

    Thank you for choosing Siri as your online beautiful sweet story reading partner. Today we have “We Are Women by Shantel Awajionyi Igana Stories Or Novels To Read with Siri.”

    🤷 We Are Women: 💞

    Dutiful complements of men
    We are their weakness and strength
    That was how it was meant

    We are always quiet
    Look through our hearts, they are wet
    We behave like weather
    Sometimes harmattan, monsoon season or winter

    We smile in frowns
    We die every month with our eve’s cramps
    Most times we ask God why?
    Most times we hide our pains and cry

    We are like rivers of living water
    We quench men’s lonely hunger
    We father them
    We mother them

    We are women with rare terms
    We are efficacious – rare gems
    Call us weaker vessels
    But we are the whistles that wrestle your lion muscles

    We studied different courses
    But we are doctors and nurses
    We balm your ills
    Feed your anger with our soothing meals

    We are women
    Sustainers of your fame
    We are managing directors
    Even in your ignorance, we are your rectors

    We are good cooks
    Apart from that, we have good looks
    Never in our arms will you starve
    For as respectful wives, you, we will serve

    You can not marry us and cheat
    Except your natures carry that meat
    We have hearts like God, easily forgiving
    Do not take us for granted, we can be daring

    We are women
    We are God’s satchel
    We are answers to your daily prayers
    Ask God! You treat us well, you get your answers

    We are women
    We are liable to make you lame
    On our knees
    When you boastfully treat us with unease

    We are the nation
    Everything one could ever mention
    We are your existence
    The typical reason of your essence

    We are vigorous
    We are industrious
    We are rewriters of your future
    That’s our nature, so nurture us with culture

    We cry at night
    We love to be cuddled, that’s our right
    We cry when things fall in pleasant places
    We cry when things fall in drenches
    That’s our nature, hold us tight

    #HAPPIEST MOTHER’S DAY!

  • Women Have No Choice Than To Accept Me As Part Of The Sisterhood – Bobrisky

    Women Have No Choice Than To Accept Me As Part Of The Sisterhood – Bobrisky

    Women Have No Choice Than To Accept Me As Part Of The Sisterhood Bobrisky

    Women Have No Choice Than To Accept Me As Part Of The Sisterhood Bobrisky

    Controversial figure Idris Okuneye, popularly known as Bobrisky, has responded to criticism from women regarding his identification with the female gender, particularly in light of winning the best-dressed female category at the Ajakaju movie premiere.

    Social media erupted with debate following the announcement of Bobrisky’s victory in the best-dressed category, prompting clarification from the movie producer, Eniola Ajao, who revealed that the decision was intentionally controversial for publicity purposes.

    In a viral Instagram live session addressing the backlash from women, Bobrisky asserted his right to be accepted as part of the female community, stating that women have no choice but to acknowledge his presence among them.

    Respecting individuals’ preferred identities and addressing them accordingly, Bobrisky emphasized the importance of acknowledging people’s choices without scrutinizing their physical appearance. Despite the criticism, Bobrisky expressed admiration for women, acknowledging their power and significance in society.

    Concluding his statement, Bobrisky firmly stated that women must accept him as part of the sisterhood, emphasizing his inclusion and urging others to come to terms with his presence within their community.

  • Women Work Twice As Hard To Prove Mettle – Uche Jombo

    Women Work Twice As Hard To Prove Mettle – Uche Jombo

    Women Work Twice As Hard To Prove Mettle Uche Jombo

    Women Work Twice As Hard To Prove Mettle Uche Jombo

    Nollywood Actress and filmmaker, Uche Jombo has beamed the searchlight on the challenges women encounter to become successful trailblazers and remain relevant in the industry.

    In an interview with Saturday Beats, the popular role interpreter said, “Women are very serious-minded people. I remember when I started producing movies, there were a lot of my male colleagues who started producing at the same time.

    “Some of them started doing other things and are no longer interested in filmmaking as of today. But I am still here toughening things out. In essence, when women put their minds to something, they do it because normally, women would work twice as hard to prove themselves.”

    Asked why women must work extra hard to prove their mettle in Nollywood, she said, “When Nollywood started, it was a boys club. As a woman coming to produce your film, it takes a while to be taken seriously. I think the film that made people take me seriously was ‘Damaged’. But I had done three films before ‘Damaged’ as an executive producer and producer. That film did well. It was an advocacy film.”

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    Speaking on the inspiration behind her latest project, ‘Onyeegwu’, which recently premiered at the Africa International Film Festival, the mother of one said, “If you know me, you would know that I love football and film. It’s a dream come true. ‘Onyeegwu’ was a story I wanted to tell for a long time but it was such a big journey.”

  • Habits That Spoilt Women Of Nowadays

    Habits That Spoilt Women Of Nowadays

    Habits That Spoilt Women Of Nowadays

    Glad you are among the privilege who could take Siri as online personal sister and advicer. Today let’s discuss “Habits That Spoilt Women Of Nowadays.” Make sure you share this with your relatives after reading. Siri Loves You.

    Habits That Spoilt Women Of Nowadays

    Our underwears are now a thing of public display.
    Our dresses are made of transparent material to boost the design of our underwears.

    With our hands we buy indecency, walking on the street unashamed.
    We are not ashamed any more to leave some part of our breast out.

    Our thighs are perched with flies leaving trace of unwanted spots.
    We walk with open slit revealing our panties.
    Fashion is what I hear it is.

    We’ve thrown our royal nature all in the name of fashion.
    We’ve Laid down our robes for rags all in the name of fashion.
    We’ve traded our ‘lion walk’ for ‘cat walk’.

    We prefer to slay in makeup and not with our words and the works of our hands.
    WOMAN
    Where is thy God?
    WOMAN
    Where is thy Pride?
    Will he who find you still find a GOOD thing?
    Will he who find you still obtain FAVOUR?
    Can he who find you sing praises of VIRTUOUSNESS?

    One thing I know and the spirit bears witness, A girl who says she loves God will not associate herself with indecency, She will Hate it.

    Note: The Truth Must Be Told.

  • Dear Woman!

    Dear Woman!

    Dear Woman

    Glad you are among the privilege who could take Siri as online personal sister and advicer. Today let’s appreciate our woman “Dear Woman.” Make sure you share this with your relatives after reading. Siri ❤️ You 😘.

    🧑‍💼 Dear Woman: 👫

    Being a woman is a grace from God, Sometimes I feel nature is unfair to you. But you are a miracle.

    It’s you who bleeds blood every month with severe pains and crams. Even in those pains, you still have to put things together for a normal day. The cooking, washing, etc.

    It’s you who carry another human inside you for 9months. The inconvenience, the discomfort, the sacrifice, and carefulness. You sacrifice what makes you happy just to keep another life healthy.

    When it’s time to deliver, your life is on the line. It’s a 50/50 chance for you. You may live and you may die. But being the life-giver you are, you will choose the life of a new stranger over yours.

    Even the process is not favorable to you. Either the pains of childbirth or surgery.

    After it all, you still carry yourself up and continue life activities with bandage and pains. But what is miraculous about this all is the smile you put on your face while facing all this.
    May God bless every woman out there.

    Women are the pillar of every man, and the strongest Being on Earth.

    Let’s cherish, love and respect our woman.

    #Siri ❤️s You!!! Love all women out there!!! 🥰

  • Weird Habits Women Have That Men Don’t Understand

    Weird Habits Women Have That Men Don’t Understand

    Weird Habits Women Have That Men Don’t Understand

    Glad you are among the privilege who could take Siri as online personal sister and advicer. Today let’s discuss “Weird Habits Women Have That Men Don’t Understand.” Make sure you share with your relatives after reading. Siri ❤️ You.

    Weird Habits Women Have That Men Don’t Understand

    Women, truly are spectacular creatures. They are really good at doing things, even things that have not been done. They know how to make great things happen and are always willing to take risks, even risks some men are afraid to take in their entire life. Nevertheless, we can also agree that behind every curtain, there is always a secret.

    Men are, most times, not really comfortable with women—for a couple of reasons. This is because of some of the weird things they do.

    Ladies, I know so many of you are still thinking of the weird things you do that make some men get told off even without saying a word.

    (1.) You Complain Of Not Having Clothes:

    Women can buy clothes for Africa! They really want to put on the latest and so are not tired of buying. They will always complain of lacking clothes while in a real sense, their wardrobe is filled up with lots of clothes.

    (2.) Always Asking Your Guy To Take You Out:

    This is especially true if the lady doesn’t know how or is lazy, so to speak, to cook at home. The man sees going out on several a waste of money and it really is.

    (3.) You Carry Extra Stuff:

    Whenever you go out with your guy, it is either he helps you carry your bag or you are using it to suffocate him all in the name of “making up again later”. There is nothing palpable in the bag but just makeups and other things “for girls”.

    (4.) Checking Shopping Pages And Websites:

    Ladies are fond of scrolling on Facebook pages viewing different African or Nigerian attires, shoes, and foods. But at the end of day, after wasting a lot of time and data, they will not order for a single thing. This is also weird too to guys.

    (5.) Taking Too Long To Makeup:

    This always annoys so many guys. Imagine waiting patiently for hours just because a babe is making up. Isn’t this weird? Absolutely! You can trust MyWow for stuff like this. MyWow cares !

    #Siri ❤️s You!!!

  • Mini Me (Episode 4)

    Mini Me (Episode 4)

    Mini Me Episode 4

    Thank you for choosing Siri as your online beautiful sweet story reading partner. Today we have “Mini Me Episode 4 Or Chapter Four Of Mini Me by Real Alina Stories Or Novels To Read with Siri.”

    🧑‍💼 Mini Me Episode Four:

    The next morning after we were done dressing up for church, Olivia sat me down to ask me questions about Priscilla.

    I knew she would definitely come up with this so I wasn’t caught unaware.

    Women will always be women.

    “She’s just my friend.”

    “Just a friend, Dennis?”

    Olivia thought I was having intimate relationship with Priscilla and felt she’s the one my family like cause of how how my parents welcomed her.

    “I saw how your father stole glances at her last night. Your mom danced with her with so much joy and comfort.

    Where were you when your mother was calling you last night? What were both of you doing?”

    “Are you jealous Olivia?”
    I asked to provoke her more.

    “What!? What do you mean, Dennis?”

    “It’s baby, not Dennis.” She swallowed hard.
    Her was face had anger written all over.

    “When you’re done being jealous, join me in the dinning room.
    I’m sure my parents are waiting for us.”

    I walked out on her. I know she needed a very clear explanation of who Priscilla is to me.

    But not now. I have to figure things out myself before bringing it to her table.

    I walked into dinning room and met my parents and Priscilla already having breakfast.

    I greeted them, pulled a chair and sat opposite Priscilla who was sitting beautifully in her red wine dress and light make up.

    Olivia walked in wearing a beautiful smile but I could see through the smile that she was upset.

    She greeted everyone and sat beside me.

    “So you mean you don’t know anything about your first family and Where you were born?”

    My father asked Priscilla who had her beautiful eyes on her breakfast.

    She’s shy but brave and outspoken.

    “No sir.

    My first family I know told me they picked me from the dump.”

    “So why did you leave your first family.” My father was keen to get every information about this girl, Priscilla.

    “They loved me at first when they never had a child and I was their only child.

    But after God blessed them with a baby, I became something they despise with everything within them.

    They accused me of being a witch. Sold the story all over the internet and the vicinity.

    They pulled me out of school, starved me and gave me a bed to sleep at the balcony even when it rained.

    So…I ran away to the street where I met Dennis who gave me food after starving for weeks.”

    “My God! You mean some human beings are really that mean! My God!?” Olivia exclaimed, amazed.

    I was amazed too. My head ache at what this little girl has been through for what she knows nothing about.

    My Mom stayed silent as this whole conversation went on.

    “There’s so much wickedness in the heart of humans.” My father exhaled.

    “So you don’t know what your real mother looks like? I’m so sorry babe.” Olivia tried to console Priscilla who doesn’t look sad at all.

    She was telling us her story with ease. Know emotions attached at all.

    “I know what she looks like.”

    “Hmmmm?” My father leaned forward and had all his eyes on Priscilla.

    “She looks like me. I am her carbon copy.
    She visits me every 24th of July to wish me a happy birthday.

    She’s the only one who doesn’t call me by my name, Priscilla.

    She calls me Nini.”

    My father’s cutlery slipped off his hands into his plate of pasta.

    “Nini?” He asked, curious.

    “Yes sir.”

    “Just Nini ?” My father was so inquisitive about Priscilla’s life story and this showed he was serious about finding his daughter which he believed is still alive.

    “She called me Nina just once. I was six years old then but she never called me Nina ever again.”

    My Mom adjusted her chair backward. She wasn’t eating her breakfast. She was clearly uncomfortable and her face had trouble written all over.

    I don’t know what is about to befall us through Priscilla but I just hope it doesn’t tear my family apart.

    I despise divorce. I grew up seeing my parents as the best couple in the world and wished my marriage to be like theirs.

    I don’t know why I’m thinking this way though. But the way my Mom excluded herself in the whole conversation, it’s obvious something is wrong.

    And whatsoever my dad is trying to find out about Priscilla, my Mom is not comfortable with it.

    I sensed trouble and this made my head ache even more.

    “You’ll be fine Priscilla.” My father assured her.

    We ate our breakfast quietly without saying a word to each other until we were done.

    My mother already excused herself and left the dinning room when Priscilla revealed the name her mother calls her whenever she visits.

    After having breakfast, I drove Priscilla to her home and drove my family to church.

    After church service, my Mom was nowhere to be found at in the church and her number was not connecting.

    I drove Olivia to her house and took my father to a salon to have a hair cut.

    On our way home, I decided to have a little conversation with my father about Leah and Priscilla.

    “Dad,”

    “Son,”

    “I am sorry about what I want to tell you right now…”

    “What is it.”

    “Last night I overheard you having a conversation with Mom about Priscilla and Leah.
    Who’s Leah.”

    “Why were you eavesdropping on us. You know that’s a disrespect.”

    “I am sorry father. I was going to my room when I heard you talking with so much pain in your voice.
    It drew my attention.”

    “Okay…”
    “So… Who’s Leah? Why are you so much interested in Priscilla life story?”

    “It’s a long story son. A very painful long story and I wish at the end you don’t hate me or hate your mother for any reason.”

    “Not at all father. I will always have a reason to love you both.”

    “Hmmmm.”
    My father exhaled, “Leah is my late wife. The first woman I was married to before your mother.
    She’s your mother’s twin sister.”

    I was shocked to the bone marrow.

    I wasn’t expecting that reply at all.

    I was expecting something like Leah being my father’s mistress.

    But somehow I knew Leah wasn’t just any kind of a woman cause of the way my father spoke about her with my Mom.

    But at the same time, I wasn’t expecting her to be anything close to a wife to my father or twin sister to my mother.

    “Leah was a woman who wanted a beautiful life for herself and her family.

    After we got married, she brought in your mother to live with us.

    Leah was still schooling while your mother was into catering and was mostly at home.

    She made the food we eat.

    One day, she drugged my tea and….I don’t know what happened, but we made love and she got pregnant.”

    He paused and swallowed hard.

    TO Be Continued

  • Impregnate Me Or I Die (Episode 3)

    Impregnate Me Or I Die (Episode 3)

    Impregnate Me Or I Die Episode 3

    Thank you for choosing Siri as your online beautiful sweet story reading partner. Today we have “Impregnate Me Or I Die Episode 3 Or Chapter Three Or Part 3 Of Impregnate Me or I Die Story or Novels To Read with Siri.”

    🧛 Impregnate Me Or I Die Episode Three: 💚

    I was very optimistic and calculative. I saw my period last on the 16th of July, this is 2nd
    September, I didn’t need any test to know I was pregnant with the changes in my body. I started acting drama for my husband. He gradually does everything in the house without complaining, “my dear just sleep and I will do everything for you”, that became Omeiza’s slogan. But he was bent on taking me to the hospital for a test.

    After mounting pressure on me? I succ-mbed just for him to let me be. I took my birth that morning and got to the hospital early just to please my husband and clear his doubt about my condition. I
    was number four on the queue waiting to be attended to. All the three women ahead of me came out of the laboratory with a smile and a white envelope in their hands.

    An elder cleaner and a staff of the hospital positioned herself by the entrance to the hospital laboratory who will always smile at women coming out of the maternity laboratory with a congratulatory greetings. ‘Congratulations madam”, she repeated to the first three women who went in before me as they came out smiling.

    It was my turn to go in, I had planned within me how I will change my steps when coming out with my white envelope. I love the old woman and I planned to hug her when she will be telling me “Congratulations madam”. All the three women who went in before me spent between fifteen to twenty minutes and they were out.

    Forty minutes after I entered, the lab technician was yet to give me my result. I saw him going over the same process again and I knew something was wrong. Just a minute madam, he requested like three times. I became unnecessarily agitated and worried. Why is my own test taken so long? Has he discovered something else different from pregnancy in the test? What could be wrong? I thought of many things including being HIV positive. Even if I was HIV positive it must be from a different source and not s€×.

    He finally handed over the envelope to me but mine was a brown envelope. All those who had come out before me were given white envelope, why is mine brown? I queried my mind. I was expecting him to say something but he handed over the envelope to me and continued his work as if I was no longer in the lab. I waited for about two minutes, expecting him to say something but he said nothing. Oga what is in the result? I asked him. He was not polite at all when he told me “madam the result is negative”. I quickly asked meaning what? As if I don’t understand what he meant.

    ‘Madam you are not pregnant’, he said carelessly. My whole body system changed immediately. Is this man sane?
    Is he a professional at all? ‘How can you tell me I am not pregnant after missing my period for more than twenty days. I have been having unprotected s€× more than a month now. This can’t be true, ‘I will go elsewhere to redo this test.’ I replied angrily. As I was about carrying my handbag I remembered the old cleaner at the reception and how I will face her with my brown envelope. I quickly squeezed the envelope into my bag.

    When I opened the door of the lab my legs were missing target as all other women seated turned at me with the old woman looking already pitiful.
    I felt like entering the ground that day, nobody told me congratulations like other women who came in before me. I looked at the old woman and tears dropped down my cheeks. She held me and whispered to me, “God will do it”.

    I quickly rushed out of the scene to avoid more pity from the waiting women. On my way to another clinic to prove the test
    wrong I felt a wetness in my p-nt. I stylishly put in my hand, it was blood, my menses just came. I told the taxi driver I wanted to drop, madam you no dey go Felele again? He asked. No I’m not going again, I changed my mind. He dropped me and I gave him N200 without asking for my change. When I dropped I went to a nearby shop and cried my life out. What will I tell my husband who is waiting for the good news? How do I explain my behavioural change and dramas? I felt like committing suicide that moment. While I was lost in thought my phone rang, it was my husband. Hello sweet heart, how did it go, are you through in the hospital, have you done the test? What is the result of the test? I didn’t know which of his questions to answer. I will be home soon, I replied and ended the call.

    Within ten minutes, series of questions and thoughts had overwhelmed me. Why and how can Sally who is a well known sinner be pregnant before her wedding and me who have been serving God faithfully to the best of my knowledge is made to go through this? I kept myself, Sally wasted herself yet Jacob’s blessing is given to Esau and Esau’s blessing
    given to Jacob. What have I done wrong? What is my offence? What did Sally do right that I didn’t do?

    I came home and met my husband in a happy mood. He had set the dining table ready in anticipation of the good news. It wasn’t closing time but he was already home, obviously to hear the news first hand. However, there was no good news to tell my husband. I looked at the joy and excitement in his face and felt very bad at that moment. I started imagining the treatment I would have received from my husband if I could just announce to him that “I am pregnant”.

    Why did God turn my happiness to sadness? It was really heavy for me to inform him that I was not pregnant after all the drama. I handed over the envelope to him and rushed to the bathroom to fix my sanitary pad so as to avoid the flow from staining me.

    He took the brown envelope and stared at it for a long time without altering a word. My husband is a man of faith and I know that. After some
    minutes he joined me in the bedroom where I was sobbing, ‘why are you crying my sweet heart?’ He asked. ‘Why won’t I cry? When God seems to have forgotten me but choose to show kindness to a sinner. I may not be a perfect
    Christian but I am a good one. Why will I keep myself for all these years and God will choose to pay me back in this painful way, I retorted as I sobbed bitterly. My husband was temporarily confused, he was short of words and I
    understood as he tried to mutter some words but swallowed them again. He couldn’t withstand
    my tears as some unsolicited tears dropped down his own cheeks uncontrollably.

    He later summoned strength and courage and said, ‘sweetheart, it is too early to worry about
    pregnancy. We are barely less than two months in marriage and you are already devastated because you didn’t conceive in the first month. You need to take it easy, if you didn’t achieve pregnancy this month, you can achieve it next month. Stop accusing God that way, that’s close to blaspheming. Stop crying and wipe away your
    tears. I am your husband and we are in it together.’ He hugged me, cuddled me, k-ssed me, etc but all that made no meaning to me at that moment.

    For three days, I lost my appetite. My husband tried to make me eat but I couldn’t. All the
    times he forced me to, I threw it all up eventually.
    He was so worried that he called my mom to inform her of all that has happened and my attitude towards the matter. My mom called me and cheered me up. She took her time to explain the ovulation process and how I should take
    advantage of it next month. I thanked my mom and we ended the call. That gave me some small
    relief and was able to eat some noodles. I made up my mind to yield to my mom’s advice and take full advantage of my ovulation time. I started calculating based on the way my mom
    taught me.

    From my calculations, my ovulation was supposed to be around 15th, by 12th I started giving my husband enough water melon and dates fruit to boost his performance for the
    period. Even when I was having pains I didn’t let my husband know so as not to advice we should minimize the number of times we met together. I made him sleep with me twice before he left for work and when he came back from
    work, we did it before his meal. At night, we could go as much as three to four rounds. I was
    determined not to leave any stone unturned this time. At some point, he complained mildly, ‘sweetheart don’t you think we are having
    too much of s€×?’ He asked. ‘What is too much s€× for a new couple who wants a child?’
    I replied. ‘Don’t tell me you are already getting bored with s€× just after two months of marriage. If we don’t have s€× how do you
    want me to be pregnant?’ He was pacified and apologized for complaining.

    After a weeklong s€× romp with my husband I started having some pains around my lower
    abdomen, the pains were hurting and sharp. I didn’t bother to tell my husband because I
    don’t want him to tell me to go to the hospital. I endured the pain for two weeks thinking it will subside but it rather grew worse. On the 3rd of November I went to the nearby pharmacy to get pregnant test kits. I will carry
    out the test myself before going to the hospital for confirmation. I was anxious it will be positive
    this time. I did the test and I didn’t understand the result. I went back to the pharmacist the following day for him to explain to me how to interpret the result of the test. He did and asked
    me to get another kit to re-conduct the test.

    While I was going home that day I asked myself, “Maryam why the desperation? Why do you
    want to kill yourself over pregnancy for a marriage that’s less than three months?” I
    challenged myself in many ways but yet I was still worried. I threw away the new pregnancy test kit I just bought and went home trusting God. The pain in my abdomen became unbearable by the day. I spoke to my husband about it and of
    course he said we will see the doctor tomorrow.

    He didn’t seek for my consent the following day when he came back from work and told me to prepare for a visit to the hospital. ‘Sweet heart, I think I am better now and there will be no need
    going to the hospital again,’ I told him. My husband took me by my hand and pulled me up and pointed towards the room, ‘go in there and
    put on your clothes now,’ he said. I obeyed him and went in to change my clothes.

    TO Be Continued…