Talented Angel @angeltalented

I used to be absolutely petrified of cockroaches. The mere sight of them would send shivers down my spine, and I'd do everything in my power to avoid them. So, you can imagine my horror when, during a day of packing and organizing, a cockroach suddenly darted out and started scampering up the wall. Without a second thought, I sprang back from the door, letting out an involuntary yelp of surprise. It must have been a comical sight to anyone observing.

I cautiously waited, my eyes fixed on the cockroach as it effortlessly scaled the wall and attempted to sneak beneath the packed shelves. I simply couldn't bear the idea of a cockroach inhabiting the same space as my beloved books. With a sense of determination mixed with disgust, I grabbed my trusty can of insecticide.

Summoning up all my courage, I took aim and targeted the intruder. The spray hissed out, and the vile pest tumbled down. But determined and resilient, it rose again, undeterred by my attack. Disgusted, I unleashed another volley of insecticide, relentless until the roach finally succumbed and remained motionless.

In that moment, I felt a strange mix of triumph and revulsion, while also being incredibly relieved. The battle was won, and I could pack my books in peace, secure in the knowledge that no uninvited guests would be sharing their space. From that day forward, I always made sure to have that bug spray ready at all times!

I was still a little girl when I first experienced the fear and wonder of an eclipse. It was an ordinary day at primary school, and we had all heard about eclipses, but none of us really knew what it looked like. We were playing during our break time when suddenly, darkness fell over the daytime. Panic spread and we all ran for cover, not knowing what was happening. Fear gripped each child's heart, and we were all rooted to the spot, thinking the end of the world was upon us.

We stayed huddled in the shelter, not daring to speak, until suddenly we heard familiar voices calling our names. It was our mothers and siblings, reassuring us that it was just an eclipse, not the rapture. Relief flooded through us, and slowly we ventured out to witness the incredible sight.

Peeking through the windows, we gazed in awe at the sun being covered, and it was as spectacular as it was terrifying. From that day on, we all knew what an eclipse was, and it became a cherished memory of learning and experiencing something new. The fear transformed into curiosity, and we all felt a little bit wiser for having witnessed such a rare and beautiful event.

There lived a man named Ike. Ike was a simple man, content with his humble life in his small mud house. However, his abode was often besieged by hordes of ants and termites that scurried around, much to his annoyance. The villagers often snickered and made fun of Ike, and even his closest friend hesitated to visit him, fearing the relentless ants that infested his home.

One day, feeling exasperated by the ceaseless pestering of the insects, Ike decided he had enough. He armed himself with a broom and set out to rid his mud house of the pesky creatures. As he swept with determination, he came across a tiny, peculiar object glistening among the debris. Curious, he picked it up and inspected it closely. It was a minuscule, radiant stone, but Ike couldn't recognize it for what it truly was.

Intrigued, Ike decided to show the stone to the village elder. The wise elder's eyes widened with astonishment as he examined the sparkling gem. He explained that it was not just a stone; it was a rare pearl, and one of immense value. Ike was dumbfounded. Unbeknownst to him, while clearing out the ants' nests, he had stumbled upon an incredible treasure that had been hidden for years right beneath his very home.

Eager to secure his newfound fortune, Ike wasted no time in seeking out buyers for the precious pearl. To his amazement, a wealthy merchant offered him an exorbitant sum of money for the rare gem. With the newfound wealth at his disposal, Ike's fortunes changed almost overnight.

In a matter of days, he transformed the barren plot of land where his mud house once stood into a grand estate. The small, humble dwelling was replaced by a magnificent mansion, adorned with opulent embellishments that sparkled in the sunlight. The villagers who had once mocked him now marveled at the grandeur of his new home, and Ike's once hesitant friend visited him, awe-struck by the remarkable transformation.

As I sat back in my chair, my belly content and satisfied from a good evening meal, my mind drifted back to a particular childhood memory. I vividly recalled a day when I had ventured into my neighbor's compound to play with children of my age. We were all having a great time, running around and laughing, when my attention was drawn to the luscious, ripe fruits hanging from a tree near the neighbor's house.

As I watched the neighbor prepare a batch of my favorite meal, spaghetti, my eyes lingered on the tempting fruits, and I made a silent promise to pluck them as soon as the opportunity arose. It wasn't long before I seized my chance and scurried over to the tree, successfully grabbing two ripe oranges. However, my victory was short-lived as I was struck by a sudden, sharp pain on my lips. A bee had stung me, and the sensation was excruciating.

The pain seemed to radiate throughout my entire being, overwhelming all of my senses. Tears welled up in my eyes as the burning sensation persisted, and I found myself crying out in distress. The experience was a stark reminder that even the most innocent of actions could lead to unexpected and painful consequences. As I reminisced on this incident, I couldn't help but let out a rueful chuckle. Oh, the adventures of childhood and the lessons we learn along the way.

My brother's voice, sweet and soulful, always serenaded our home. It was a symphony that filled every nook and cranny, his melodic tunes dancing through the kitchen, drifting through the halls, and fluttering into every corner of our modest abode. I cherished every note, every verse that flowed effortlessly from his lips as he went about his daily chores.

I'd catch him humming while he washed the dishes or breaking into song as he took his bath, each melody a passion-filled declaration of his enduring love affair with music. His voice was his constant companion, weaving a tapestry of joy and rhythm into our everyday lives.

My brother, with dreams as vast as the horizon, yearned for the grandeur of the music world, with aspirations akin to the likes of Davy Doe, Wizkid, CK, and Rema. He poured his heart and soul into his craft, meticulously penning down verses, creating compositions that oozed with a professional polish far beyond his years. His notebooks brimmed with dreams and ambitions, each song a testament to his artistry.

I marveled at his talent, so rare and bewitching, and I often pondered if he was already a burgeoning artist. As I navigated through the world of school, his melodious tone wafted through my thoughts, a soothing reminder of his artistic ambitions.

His songs carried the yearnings of a boy on the cusp of greatness, and I, the lucky listener, was privy to every exquisite note. His vocals were a lighthouse in the desolate sea of everyday life, guiding me to moments of joy and solace. With each splendid trill, I could hear the echoes of his boundless aspirations, each verse singing of a future brimming with stardom.

My brother's voice was the heartbeat of our home, a tender reminder of the wondrous dreams that reside in the heart of a boy destined for greatness.

I set out with my friend Ella with just a single penny left in our pockets. It had been a long and exhausting day, and the thought of cooking even the simplest meal felt like an insurmountable challenge. We simply couldn't muster the energy nor the will to cook, so we decided to use our last bit of money to buy some ready-made food.

We made our way to our usual food spot only to find it closed, leaving us feeling quite disheartened. Neither of us fancied the idea of resorting to junk food, so we decided to stroll down the street to see if there was another place still open. We walked quite a distance until we finally stumbled upon a different food vendor.

To our surprise, this new place had their prices much cheaper than our usual spot. It was like a small miracle had occurred. We bought our already-made food and to our delight, we still had some change left over after the purchase.

As we sat down to enjoy our meal, the worries and stress of the day seemed to melt away. We marveled at how a seemingly simple excursion had turned out to be such a fulfilling and uplifting experience. It was a powerful reminder that sometimes, things work out even better than we expected.

Today was quite a unique day for us. We held our tie and dye practical class, which was part of our entrepreneurship curriculum. It was quite an interesting experience, as we had all pooled in 4000 naira each for the purchase of the materials required.

The practical class was quite different from our usual medical studies, and we were all quite excited to delve into something creative and hands-on. As we arrived, we had to form long queues to be marked present and given the materials. The atmosphere was buzzing with anticipation, and there was definitely a sense of adventure in the air.

As we began the practical, we realized that we hadn't been taught the specific tie and dye methods, so most of us had to resort to browsing the internet for guidelines. It was quite a trial and error process, but we were all determined to make the most of it.

Hours ticked by, and around 6 hours later, we could finally see the vibrant patterns that our tie and dye had created on the once plain white garments. Seeing the beautiful colors and designs emerge was really gratifying, and it was amazing to witness the transformation from plain white to a myriad of hues.

Although our palms and clothes were stained by the colorful dyes, we couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment and joy. It was refreshing to step out of our usual routine and immerse ourselves in something so different. The experience brought us together in a unique way, and it was truly a welcome break from our usual medical field studies. It was a reminder that creativity and artistry can bring us a different kind of fulfillment than the scientific pursuits we are accustomed to. In the end, we were all grateful for the opportunity to tap into a new skill and to explore our creative sides.

Once upon a time, in the vibrant heart of the animal kingdom, there lived a parrot named Percy. With his stunning feathers of emerald green and vivid scarlet, Percy was like a celebrity in the avian society. Whenever he soared outside the community, all eyes turned eagerly toward him, and the air whispered with admiration.

He had the gift of gab and an infectious charm; the people of the kingdom adored him. His melodious chatter and clever mimicry of other animals made him a beloved figure. Percy was invited to every gathering and celebrated for his wit and charisma.

As time passed, Percy's popularity and praise began to work upon him unkindly. His avian superstar status inflated his ego, and he started to speak more than he should, boasting at every opportunity. His song turned into a ceaseless stream of self-praise. Unbeknownst to him, his once-devoted followers began to shrink, and murmurs of discontent rippled through the community.

As Percy's pride swelled, so did his band of detractors. Once mesmerizing and charming, he found himself alone, with the whispers of his critics echoing in the winds.

One sunny day, perturbed and distraught, Percy settled onto his favorite branch, the weight of his loneliness heavy upon him. In reflection, he yearned for the days when he engrossed others with humble words and a kind heart. His squawks turned to sobs, and he wished fervently for the return of simpler, kinder times.

Through his sorrow, Percy discovered his fall from grace was of his own making. He vowed to rise again, this time with humility and kindness leading the symphony of his song. He shed his pretense, becoming friendlier and less boisterous, and, one by one, the echoes of his praises returned. The parrot, once known for his incessant verbosity, sang more heartwarming melodies than ever before.

With every trill and harmonic note, Percy rejoined the symphony of the community. Affection and admiration resurged, and the once-lost love of his followers returned. His gentle spirit and melodious songs became the sunlight that pierced through the hearts of all those around him, fostering goodwill and warmth wherever he flew.

As the days passed, Percy the parrot found his place as the shining star of the kingdom once more. His new fame was not built on boastful words but on the harmonious melodies that flowed from his heart. His legacy shone as an enduring testament to the power of humility, kindness, and the beauty of redemption.

That evening, I had the pleasure of observing two old men who were clearly the best of friends, reveling in the joy of life at its fullest in the neighborhood hotel swimming pool. As they bobbed in the water, they sang old tunes, danced as if nobody was watching, and seemed to have forgotten whatever troubles they faced back at home. I couldn't help but chuckle at their antics and admire their zest for life.

It was heartwarming to witness them reliving their younger days, their laughter and jokes echoing off the pool walls. They threw stunts into the water, played a game of chase, and did all sorts of entertaining and somewhat daring activities, as if age had no dominion over them. In their shared happiness, they seemed to symbolize the true spirit of friendship and the enduring capacity for joy, no matter the years that have passed.

As I watched from the sidelines, I couldn't help but be touched by the genuine affection and camaraderie they shared. It was a sweet evening, a reminder that friendship and happiness can outlast the passage of time.