I still recall buying that outfit many years ago. I proudly wore it to my professor's office, a respected journalist and pastor in the Apostolic Faith. However, he kindly advised me to go home and change, citing that it wasn't fitting for a child of God. I obeyed. Interestingly, I wore the same outfit to the Christian library, where various denominations gathered for fellowship and I was the little sister to everyone, and no one commented. That same year, I was heading to MFM International HQ. En route, passing through Barikisu Iyede via Atan Cemetery, I encountered a shy 13-year-old boy walking alone towards Queens College, Yaba. I felt led to approach him. As we talked, he shared that he was visiting his sister but wasn't certain of the way, only knowing his father drove through that route. I shared Jesus with him and discovered his father was a journalism doctor. Stunningly, it was my professor! I took the boy to QC's gate and later shared the story with his father when submitting my assignment on editorial cartooning to him. My professor loved me like a daughter and offered valuable guidance; he was one of the short-lived mentors in my life. I still remember him fondly. His son almost got lost, and God positioned me to help. God's ways... Eru Olorun Ba Mi... 💃🎤Let me sing what we used to sing in our catholic convent school when I refused to become a reverend sister 😂🎹.. whatsoever you do to the least of my brothers that you do unto me...Now that's how to ruin a good story.🤣