Devinette NAL

25/05/2025

So yesterday around 7 pm I had a call from a Gambia lady that she saw my laundry service on Google map 🗾 and she needs my service but she doesn't have dry lines and since I am a mobile cleaner can she deliver her clothes so I wash for her?? I said ohh no problem because I have a lot of drying lines and a big space with 24/7 availability of water 💦...

Just that she got to my place late I nearly slept off lol ahh 12 :00 am paa die3 mid night oo...
I woke up early this morning to do the washing for her so it can dry coz I don't trust this whether..

If you want to have hand washing but doesn't have a drying lines, you just gets your clothes delivered, and I will do a very clean washing and folding for you..

Here is the link to my Google map service
Just give me a call🙏🏾( 0559510016) https://maps.app.goo.gl/a2mWjJyy3rwQX4cs9

Krantema writes

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Sir, I Can Make Your Daughter Walk Again,” Said the Beggar Boy – The Millionaire Turned and FROZE! (Part 1)

What would you do if a 9-year-old kid in duct-taped boots claimed he could heal your child?
And he was right.

Jonathan Reeves never believed in miracles. Not since the accident. Not since the day Isa screamed for him in the backseat as the car spun off the wet highway. That scream had never left him, not even now, two years later.

It was a quiet Sunday afternoon when it happened.

He had taken Isa to the park just to get some fresh air. She sat in her wheelchair under the big tree near the playground, where she used to love swinging so high her braids danced in the wind. Now she just stared at the children running past, her little hands resting on her unmoving legs.

Jonathan sat beside her on the bench, checking emails he didn’t care about, pretending life was normal. But it wasn’t. Not when your six-year-old used to race you across the backyard and now couldn't even wiggle her toes.

Then, a shadow passed in front of him.

“Sir…” a small voice said.

Jonathan looked up. Standing in front of him was a boy—maybe nine years old, no more. He had messy brown hair, a thin face with deep eyes too wise for his age, and clothes that looked like they had been through storms. His jacket was torn. His jeans were held up with string. But what Jonathan noticed most were his boots—cracked at the sides, soles peeling, and silver duct tape wrapped around both like bandages trying to hold them together.

“Sir,” the boy repeated, his voice soft but sure. “I can make your daughter walk again.”

For a second, time stood still.

Jonathan blinked. “What did you say?”

“I can help her walk,” the boy said again, this time turning to smile gently at Isa. “If you let me.”

Jonathan stood up. “Is this a joke?”

The boy shook his head.

Isa looked up from her lap. “Daddy, who is he?”

Jonathan stepped in front of her. “That’s enough. Go away. I don’t know what kind of sick game you t

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