During my ND days, I had two pants which I used interchangeably. The two pants were torn underneath, they were just figureheads, if you know, you know. One day, I washed my wears and the two pants were also spread outside. Actually I always made sure that I removed the pants earlier whether dry or not. On this fateful day, I had to go somewhere immediately I finished washing. When I returned to my villa to fetch my wears, I realized that someone had helped me to remove & put them in a bucket. I didn't know the person until the following day when a lady (an indigene & a friend) handed a polythene bag to me. I was about checking what was in it when she said,"Don't open it here. It's a gift from me, you can check it when you are alone in your room". I just smiled & thanked her for the gift. On opening the bag, lo & behold, in the bag were two different male pants. I couldn't believe my eyes that very moment. It was then I realized that something was wrong with the torn pants I had & I needed no one to tell me who had helped to remove my wears
It's an event I don't think I would forget soon.

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