Part 3: The Woman Who Kept Losing the Same Umbrella

Theo's workshop turned out to be a converted garage behind his childhood home, cluttered wonderfully with half-finished projects, tools organized with a system only he seemed to fully understand, and shelves lined with small, careful inventions some practical, some purely whimsical.

"This is remarkable," Delphine said, turning slowly to take it all in. "You've built an entire world in here."

"It's mostly just tinkering," Theo said, though pride was evident beneath his modesty. "Though I confess, I've been working on something specific lately. Something I'd like to show you, if you're willing."

He led her to a workbench near the back, where a small mechanical box sat, intricate gears visible through a glass panel.

"What is it?" Delphine asked, curious.

"Open it," Theo said.

She lifted the lid carefully, and the gears inside began turning in a delicate, deliberate sequence, eventually producing a small, folded paper crane that popped up from a hidden compartment.

"You built a machine that makes origami," Delphine said, delighted disbelief evident in her voice.

"I built a machine that makes that specific crane," Theo corrected, smiling. "It's the same fold my grandmother taught me as a kid. I wanted to combine that memory with something I actually know how to do well. Mechanical engineering meeting sentiment, I suppose."

Delphine studied the small crane in her palm, genuinely moved by the thoughtfulness behind it. "This is beautiful, Theo. Truly."

"I made it for you, actually," Theo admitted, visible nervousness entering his expression. "I've been working on it for weeks. I wanted to give you something that represented both what I actually do, and how I feel about you, without needing to say anything overly dramatic out loud."

"You're rather bad at avoiding dramatic gestures for someone determined to avoid them," Delphine observed, smiling warmly.

"Apparently so," Theo said, laughing softly. "I suppose some things are simply worth the risk of being a little dramatic about."

Delphine reached for his hand, genuine affection evident in her gentle touch. "I'm glad you decided that, actually. I think I've been quietly hoping for exactly this kind of thoughtful dramatic gesture, if I'm honest."

"Duly noted for future reference," Theo said, smiling as he laced his fingers through hers. "I've got considerably more elaborate machines in mind, given the encouragement."

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Part 2: The Woman Who Kept Losing the Same Umbrella

Coffee turned into a standing Thursday morning ritual, Delphine arriving deliberately at 7:58 now instead of accidentally, Theo saving her the seat across from his sketchbook without needing to ask.

"Can I see what you're working on?" she asked, three weeks into their new routine, nodding toward the sketchbook he always kept carefully angled away from view.

Theo hesitated, then turned it toward her, revealing pages of careful, detailed drawings mechanical sketches, small inventions, a few whimsical designs that looked like something between engineering and art.

"These are incredible," Delphine said, genuinely impressed, flipping through several pages. "What are they for?"

"Mostly just for me," Theo admitted. "I design small mechanical repairs and modifications, actually. It's how I fix things like your umbrella so quickly — I've got a workshop at home, more tools than any reasonable person needs."

"So you're secretly some sort of inventor," Delphine said, delighted. "This gets more charming by the week."

"I prefer 'overly hobbied,'" Theo said, though he looked pleased by her reaction. "Though I confess, most of what I fix doesn't usually belong to someone I'm hoping to properly impress."

"Is that what the umbrella repairs were? An impression campaign?"

"An extremely inefficient one, in retrospect," Theo said, laughing at himself. "I could have just said hello considerably sooner and saved myself weeks of nervous tinkering."

"I don't know," Delphine said, smiling. "I think I rather liked the mystery of it. Discovering a small, thoughtful repair each time felt like a strange kind of courtship, honestly."

Theo studied her, something warmer entering his expression. "I'm glad it read that way, rather than simply odd."

"Bit of both, if I'm honest," Delphine said. "Though the good kind of odd."

Their Thursday mornings continued, then expanded into evenings, then weekends, comfortable warmth deepening steadily between two people who'd started with an umbrella and somehow built something considerably more meaningful from it.

"I want to show you my workshop properly," Theo said one evening, several months into their relationship. "I've never actually invited anyone to see it. Feels significant, showing you the real, considerably messier version of what you first saw in that sketchbook."

"I'd like that very much," Delphine said, warmth spreading through her chest at his evident trust.

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The Woman Who Kept Losing the Same Umbrella

Delphine lost the same green umbrella four times in six weeks, always at the same coffee shop, always retrieved eventually from a growing pile at the lost and found except each time it came back slightly different. A small repair on the handle she hadn't done herself. A new ribbon tied neatly around the clasp. Once, tucked into the folds, a receipt for coffee she hadn't purchased.

She finally asked the barista about it on her fifth visit.

"Oh, that's the guy who sits by the window most mornings," the barista said, nodding toward an empty table. "He's fixed it a couple times now. Said he felt bad watching you keep forgetting it."

"Does he have a name, this mysterious umbrella repairman?"

"Theo. He's usually in around eight, if you want to catch him."

Delphine arrived at 7:58 the next morning, more out of curiosity than any genuine plan, and found a man at the window table exactly as described, sketchbook open, a small toolkit visible in his bag beside him.

"You've been fixing my umbrella," she said, sitting down across from him without waiting for an invitation.

He looked up, faint embarrassment crossing his features. "Guilty. I hope that's not as strange as it probably sounds."

"It's a little strange," Delphine admitted. "Mostly I'm curious why you didn't just introduce yourself instead of quietly repairing my umbrella like some sort of caffeinated fairy godmother."

Theo laughed, setting down his pencil. "Fair point. I think I told myself fixing it was harmless, low-stakes. Actually talking to you felt considerably higher stakes."

"And now?"

"Now you're sitting at my table asking directly," Theo said, "so I suppose the stakes have been thoroughly raised regardless."

Delphine studied him, genuine amusement mixing with unexpected warmth. "For the record, I noticed the coffee receipt. That felt like a message."

"It was supposed to be," Theo admitted. "I chickened out of writing an actual note. A receipt felt like a safer, more deniable gesture."

"Well," Delphine said, "consider the message received. Deniably."

"Coffee, then?" Theo asked, gesturing at the counter. "Properly, in person, no umbrella-based intermediary required?"

"I'd like that," Delphine said, smiling. "Though I am keeping the umbrella. Sentimental value, now."

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[6] The mind governed by the flesh is *****, but the mind governed by the Spirit is life and peace. [7] The mind governed by the flesh is hostile to God; it does not submit to God’s law, nor can it do so. [8] Those who are in the realm of the flesh cannot please God.

I am sure you understand what the word of God is saying,, our flesh most times will always crave for things that are against the will of God.

But God is telling us today to always be spiritually minded if we want long life and peace, because to be carnally minded is *****. May God have mercy on us good morning.

Afrobeats star Davido has shown off two brand-new customized Ferrari cars reportedly worth more than $4 million combined.

The singer took to social media to flaunt the matching luxury rides, a Ferrari Roma and a Ferrari Purosangue, both customized by VENUUM Black.

Sharing photos of the cars, Davido simply captioned the post: “Stock is boring.”

The Ferrari Purosangue is one of the marque’s V12 models, while the Roma was among Ferrari’s recently phased-out models.

The Bayelsa State Police Command has confirmed the abduction of a toddler who reportedly went missing from the children’s department of a Catholic church in the state on June 21, 2026.

Speaking to SaharaReporters, the command’s Police Public Relations Officer (PPRO), DSP Musa Mohammed, confirmed that the incident was formally reported to the police.

“I have confirmed that the matter is true. It was truly reported and the police is on it,” Mohammed said.

When asked whether the police had located the current whereabouts of the missing toddler, the PPRO declined to disclose details, citing the ongoing investigation.

“You know if a matter is under investigation, the police is not allowed to release all information to the public that might jeopardize our work. But what I can assure you is that we are working tirelessly to rescue the toddler and to arrest and possibly arraign the suspects behind this.”

In a chat with activist, Livinus Nwosu, the father of the missing child claimed she disappeared after himself and his wife took her to church and handed her over to the children’s department during a service. According to Festus, the toddler was handed over to a teacher in the children’s department.

He said the family returned after the church service to collect their daughter but were allegedly told that she could not be found.

The distraught father said the teacher initially confirmed that the child had been handed over to him but could not account for her whereabouts.

He said the family subsequently reported the matter at a police station, where some individuals connected to the incident were taken in for questioning before being released.

He mentioned that his family petitioned authorities in Abuja and sought the intervention of senior police authorities over the matter.

He appealed to Nigerians to help him demand the safe rescue of his child.

Life is a secret of suffering, of struggling, of sorrow, of selfishness and pain. Life is also a secret of goodness, of kindness, of forgiveness, of selflessness and love.

The secret of goodness can be used to pay for the secret of suffering. The secret of kindness can be used to pay for the secret of ceaseless struggles. The secret of selflessness can be used to pay for the secret of selfishness.

The secret of forgiveness can be used to pay for the secret of sorrow. The secret of love can be used to pay for the secret of pain.

The secret of suffering, struggling, sorrow, selfishness and pain are inevitable and ineluctable - they are far beyond our human capacity or control, and also far beyond our human comprehension.

But the secret of goodness, of kindness, of forgiveness, of selflessness and of love are absolutely under our control. We can use each as a legal tender for the exchange of our suffering, struggling, sorrow, selfishness and pain.

Only those who have mastered the secret of goodness, of kindness, of forgiveness, of selflessness and love can be able to pay, unravel, demystify and overcome the secret of the suffering, the struggling, the sorrow, the selfishness and the pain in their lives.

Kindness may not save you from suffering, but it gives you the strength to bear it with courage till the very end.

Forgiveness may not literally erase the offence, but it would free your soul from self imposed captivity. Forgiveness frees your soul from sorrow.

Selflessness may not eradicate selfishness from your life, but it helps to tame and curtail it to an imperceptible level, and exhibits the humanity in you.

Love can never prevent you from experiencing pain, but it empowers, energizes and endows you with the capacity to endure your prison of pain.

Love is not a salvation for escaping pain, but love is a succor that teaches you how to brook your pain without shouting, grumbling and complaining.

Pure Love is an anesthesia to pain. Those who truly have it are always happy, joyful and peaceful even in the middle of suffering, sorrow and pain.

Good morning.

By James Patrick

#life

#secret

An erotic relationship having its faulty foundation built on genuine love and gigantic hatred for one another. Both lovebirds are familiar and unfamiliar with each other.

They are both responsible for each other's happiness and also irresponsible for each other's unhappiness (sadness).

Physically and emotionally close and glued to one another like metal and magnet, but they are mentally and psychologically distant from each other like the distance between heaven and Earth.

During the night, they go romantic like Romeo and Juliet; While during the day, they go ballistic on each other like cat and rat.

The masculine figure has this uncanny desire to be wanted always, which makes the feminine figure to always feel unwanted.

He craves to be liked, accepted, connected, United and to be a lover who is lovable by his lover. But these cravings most times make her feel unwanted, disliked, disunited, unconnected and unlovable by him.

Daily they agree to disagree and agree again only to disagree, and simultaneously disrespecting each other in their unending chaotic parallel love affair. Good morning.

By James Patrick

#love

#affairs

My life is very funny -

Anytime I close my eyes,

I see myself with famous people.

Anytime I open my eyes,

I see myself with foolish

People.

My life is very funny -

Anytime I close my eyes,

I see myself living in heaven.

Anytime I open my eyes,

I see myself dwelling in the deepest dungeon of hell!

My life is very funny -

Anytime I close my eyes,

I look rich, healthy and wealthy.

Anytime I open my eyes,

I look poor, broke and very unhealthy.

My life is very funny -

Anytime I close my eyes,

I commune with beautiful Angels.

Anytime I open my eyes,

I confront ugly devilish draconian demons.

My life is very funny -

Anytime I close my eyes,

I rule like a first class king.

Anytime I open my eyes,

I am ruled like a condemned slave.

My life is very funny -

Anytime I close my eyes,

I find myself enjoying in the palace.

Anytime I open my eyes,

I find myself enduring in a perilous prison.

My life is very funny -

Anytime I close my eyes,

I become a master to all.

Anytime I open my eyes,

I become a servant to all.

My life is very funny -

Most times I love to continuously live inside my dreams, never to wake up again!

At other times, I want my dream to be my reality and my reality to be my dream forever!

Don't be surprised if you see

Me laughing every minute of the day,

Because,

My life is very funny -

Funnier than you think.

Good morning.

By James Patrick

#funny

#poem

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