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See no evil, Hear no evil

Chioma emerged from their flat holding a pink skipping rope. "Ngwa o me kwanu", I muttered. Chioma could certainly cover the face of a bold and beautiful magazine and to make matters worse, she was pretty close to the earth, a height my late grandma 'd refer to as "Mkpo malt". I was eager to see her skip, I bet she never knew she had a spectator though I buried my head in a newspaper like James Bond would in a 007 series. So slowly she started, then her pace increased.

Yea! The fat chioma was skipping in different styles; front, back and sides. Her legs moved like the engine of a train. The best part was her eyes were shut and as soon as she opened her eyes to look down............ Her legs got caught in the tangled rope.

(2 Cor 12:9) And he said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness........

(Isaiah 41:14) Fear not, thou worm Jacob, and ye men of Israel; I will help thee, saith the Lord, and thy redeemer, the Holy One of Israel.

(Isaiah 40:31) But they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint.

Learn to move without cognizance of hinderances.

You are well-able

#HappySunday Good people

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