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Greetings everyone, I'm glad to have you here in this space. I welcome everyone to my blog.

It's a beautiful Tuesday, and I want to share my experience today with you on what I call an unexpected encounter.

This is what I want to talk about. As a student who goes to school every day. And not only school, but I also used the road every day.

But one thing about me is that each time I pass by a road, I observe everything I see. That's because as a linguist, I was taught to do that so I would know how to research certain things I see or experience daily.

So today, I experienced two things, I've shared one in another community, so I'm sharing the second experience I had earlier today here in this very community.

I plead with you all to go through it because it would interest you, and gives you the reason to do what you feel you couldn't do.

So there's this market I passed by while going to school. And each time I passed there, I always saw a lady sitting by the roadside.

I didn't know her before, but I've been seeing her and her baby. We've never had conversations before.

Recently, I've noticed that everywhere I go, children seem to like me even when they've never seen me before.

So sometimes I begin to ask myself about my true identity, and what those experiences mean. But up till now, I've not gotten answers to those questions.

So when I passed by the market earlier this morning, I saw a little girl waving and smiling at me. I couldn't help but smile back.

So I wanted to know who she was since I saw her from afar. So when I got closer to where she was, I noticed she was the lady's daughter.

I hugged her, and she kept smiling at me. The next thing I experienced was that she raised her two hands, and I noticed she needed me to carry her, so I did exactly what she demanded.

She was so excited because I took her in my hands. Everyone marvelled at her actions. And I asked why it was so, and her mother told me she doesn't allow anyone to carry her, except her mother.

She told me everything looks like a dream. I sat er down on her mother's table. I sang some songs for her, and you needed to see the way she danced.

She was overexcited, but that's what I can't explain. How on earth can such a little damsel be that happy? It surprised me because I've never experienced such a thing in my entire life.

When I wanted to leave, I gave her mother money to buy something for her. She told me she doesn't accept gifts from strangers except from her, her mother.