I was trying to write a blog to fulfill my promise to Anele about writing on the best way to stay healthy when suddenly Jihan jumped on my back and her hands choked my neck : “Where is my Dora?” she yelled.
“How should I know?” I replied.
“Where is my Doraaaaaaaaaa?” she sceamed again.
“I don nooooo.” I shouted.
Then I smelt something bad. “You fart?”
“No,” she said.
“You poop?”
“Nooooooooooo,” she denied but her eyes couldn’t tell a lie.
I stood up to take her to the washroom, but she ran away like
