Angel Chidiebube Mbaoma @angeltalented

I have this vivid memory from my time back in secondary school. We always took this long route to school, though it was short for some, it was quite a lengthy journey for us. The walk to the school took about 40 minutes, and I trudged along this route every day. On this particular day, after reaching the junction where we usually waited for the school bus, I realized my trousers had torn at the back. It was beyond frustrating, and the only solution was to walk back 40 minutes to change into a different pair. I could feel my frustration growing, and it was a traumatizing experience for me.

The thought of retracing my steps for such a significant distance was daunting. I made the journey back, changed into a new pair of trousers, and finally made my way to school. It was a day I certainly wouldn't forget. Fortunately, I've moved on from those days. Now that I'm at university, I take extra care to double-check my clothing before leaving in order to avoid any uncomfortable experiences.

I vividly recall feeling deeply embarrassed that day, even though no one seemed to take notice—thankfully, I was able to conceal my frustration. However, it taught me a valuable lesson and led to a daily routine of checking my clothing thoroughly to prevent such dilemmas. Looking back, it was still a rather embarrassing experience, but I've grown from it.

Earlier this evening, I decided to attend a midnight prayer. It had been a long day, and I was struggling to stay awake as the clock ticked closer to midnight. I found it hard to muster the strength to concentrate. I kept dozing off and losing focus. It was a battle to keep my eyes open.

However, at one point, something surreal happened. A strange sensation washed over me, and I felt the overwhelming presence of God. Suddenly, I was filled with a newfound energy and vibrancy. It was as if a surge of divine power had awakened my spirit.

Buoyed by this spiritual awakening, I managed to stay alert and attentive throughout the prayers until about 12:15. It was then that I realized it was almost 1 am, and I hadn't yet completed my ritual of publishing a short story version on mindviewers.

So, I sought quick permission and here I am, writing this story. Thankful for that powerful moment during the midnight prayer that reinvigorated my spirit and allowed me to fulfill my commitment.

I needed to visit the bank today to sort out some urgent issues, and I had planned to leave before 11 am. However, as luck would have it, I found myself running late and scrambling to be ready to leave by 1:23 pm.

I hurriedly made my way to where I could get a tricycle (keke) to transport me to the bank. Although I had to pay a small fortune for the ride, it was the quickest option at the time.

Upon reaching the bank, I was surprised to be welcomed and attended to promptly. Despite the initial hurdles, the staff worked efficiently, and I was able to resolve my matters in less than three hours. It was a relief to have everything sorted, despite the time it took.

However, the cost of transportation back home was another blow. I couldn't believe that for a 15-minute journey, I had to pay another hefty sum to the keke driver. It made me reflect on the fact that these drivers, often underestimated, earn much more than many government workers. It was an eye-opening realization.

Finally, I returned home safely, albeit with a pounding headache, the result of the stress and the long hours out. All in all, it wasn't a bad day.