The Bio-Oil Chronicles: A Stretch Mark Saga with a Prayerful Twist

Stretch marks were my arch-nemesis. I thought they were the worst thing that could happen to me. Spoiler alert: they aren’t. But that’s a story for another day.

So there I was, strolling through China Square in Mombasa, near Kongowea, when I spotted a bottle of Bio-Oil. Ah, the memories! With my first three kids, I bought enough Bio-Oil to swim in. After each use, I’d inspect my tummy like a detective looking for clues. Nothing. Nada. Zilch. By the time baby number four came around, I thought, “Why bother?” and skipped the Bio-Oil altogether.

Now, here’s the kicker: Bio-Oil actually works. My tummy now looks like a topographical map of the Himalayas. I should have bought that bottle!

The moral of the story? Just because you don’t see immediate changes when you pray doesn’t mean nothing’s happening. A lot is going on behind the scenes, even if you can’t see it. So keep praying, unless you want the “non-prayer” version of your life to manifest. Trust me, you don’t.

Blessed day