Few days after I discovered my mom had thrown all my sex toys away, she called me to give me update on her prayers for me to get a husband.
"So you are still insisting on not coming for the prayers?"
"I'm sorry mummy but I can't come."
"Okay no problem I will continue to do the prayers on your behalf."
"Mummy before you go, I saw the note you left inside my bedside drawer, why did you do that?"
"What were you doing with such things?"
"Mummy what were you looking for in my room in the first place?"
"Louisa we are busy looking for ways to get you a husband, and you are busy trying to sabotage our efforts by engaging in atrocities."
"Atrocities? What atrocities are you talking about?"
"Oh so you don't know those things are atrocities which can hinder you from getting a husband? Don't you know those things are properties of Sodom and Gomorah and...."
"Mummy, mummy it's fine, I won't use them again."
