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asked to meet me. After we had had a lovely girls’ evening out shopping,
we were seated in her car when she handed me a gift bag and said to me,
“Sweet, I didn’t know what else to get you but I just felt to bring you these. I hope
you like them.” I get super giddy when I receive gifts and often, I am too
excited to wait until I get home. And so, I opened the gift and immedi-
ately I started crying. You see, mum was not privy to a conversation I
had had with my Daddy a week before that day, where I was telling Him
I needed panties and a pair of stockings…and that was exactly what I
was holding in my hands! Perfect size, if I may add!

This was also the same story when I was pregnant with Zara, our first-
born. Usually, I do not really gain weight, I just look like the description
in a silly song we used to sing when I was a kid, “Askari Congo… Askari
Congo… Tumbo Mbele…”(Of bulging tummies and protruding pos-
teriors). (Hehehe… when you know you know). And so my Super Dear
Mama travelled to the US, and came back with a good number of
perfectly fitting clothes and…you guessed it…perfectly fitting panties!
Let me just stop here and note that my Daddy likes it when I wear
imported panties because now that I think about it, He also got me
some from South Africa through my close girl, Sweet One. This is how
intimate and personal He is and wants to be with each one of us.

I always use this as a constant reminder that if He cares about even the
smallest things that nobody else sees or perhaps even cares about, and
goes to whatever lengths (or distances) to get them to OR for us, then
how much more the big things like, “Daddy, it has already been two
years in this rented house. We need you to build the house you
promised us, so we can stop paying rent.” And BAM! In about a month,
the house is built and we are in our own home!! The full story on this
is coming.

You see, my secret is that I do not just believe that He is able to give me

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