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My Mum Was Right After all.

“You've grown lean again. You've started fasting again, abi?”

“You should have gbo jo ara(her yoruba word for fat in the body of a lady).”

Whenever my Mum goes on and on about my petite stature like that, it takes my dad to save me from her; and of course, yours truly will be rolling her eyes like that of a doll baby. 😉

I never believed my Mum's theory of being too slim until three days ago.

😂

Good day everyone, trust you are fine and bouncing?

As for me, God is keeping His babe very well.

So, to how I found out about mum being right, right? Do you remember the post on mouth accident? Not to worry, kindly refresh your memory of it here.

On that post, I said I have the privilege of being a gospel music minister, due to that reason, I'd have to do some vocal exercises and vocal therapies to stay musically fit.

Intuitively, I picked up a voice therapy some few weeks back and was very religious with it; I mean, I did it everyday for those few weeks, 😂. Then, the time came to check on my parents at home, the scenario that happened between myself and mum was what you read in the first paragraph -- for emphasis sake, I didn't believe my mum o; this was because I looked the same to me.

Few days after I went home, a dear sis of mine chatted with me in the church and told me I was getting leaner. You know, for someone who is petite to get leaner means she's probably stressing herself or over thinking or something... I convinced her that it was none of the above and that I was fine!

Then, three days ago, in the course of my voice therapy, my Best Friend impressed it on my mind to check Google for the effects of what I was using. The truth is, He's been telling me, but I was using my mundane knowledge of the therapy to shield myself; alas, I was wrong!

Eventually that afternoon, I caved in and checked out the advantage o(as that was what He used in getting me to check it out, lol, advantage!). When I did, my hands were literally on my head in my mind. My supposed voice therapy is a never-failing weight-loss therapy. That explained all the lean looking over the weeks: oops! Now, all the small bum bum I've been trying to gather for months has reduced to the barest minimum like a placard 😀.

You see, I'm this type of lady who will hardly add pounds of flesh no matter what she eats, but to lose weight and fat happens to me like a snap. Sighs!

Lest I forget, the voice therapy, sorry, weight loss therapy is warm water and honey on an empty stomach 😭. This therapy works for those looking for a no side effects weight-loss therapy.

You can well imagine the way I look now, right? All my deliberate accumulation of small fat has been diffused just like that o.

Now, I truly agree that it pays to be obedient to the Holy Spirit, and also, it pays to pay strict attention to what you eat and drink. Knowledge isn't only powerful, it is key to where you are headed.

And yes, mum was right, Bukola was right too.

Thanks for reading as always. I trust that you'd share this link with your loved ones to learn from.

Do you have any similar story you'd like to share on when what you think it is isn't it? Please do, I'd like to read from you.

Kindly note, no teasing me upandan about my extra-leanness o. 🚫

Jesus loves you even if no-one; I do too!

Cheers! 🍷

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  1. I am kukuma not seeing any weight loss Sha... Maybe it's your spirit I yam kukuma seeing as not lean.😋

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