Angel Chidiebube Mbaoma @angeltalented

As I made my way to school today, a brisk, autumn breeze swept through the streets, making the morning air crisp and refreshing. The sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting a golden glow over the neighborhood, painting everything with an enchanting, warm hue. It was a perfect morning, and the walk to school felt like a pleasing stroll through a picturesque scene.

As I turned a corner, my eyes were drawn to an arresting sight. There, standing at the edge of the sidewalk, was a person with the most magnificent dog I had ever seen. The dog was regal and majestic, with a sleek coat that glistened in the morning light. Its expressive eyes gleamed with intelligence, and its proud stance exuded a quiet confidence.

Mesmerized by the dog's beauty, I found myself approaching the person, my steps slowing as I couldn't tear my gaze away from the elegant creature. I struck up a conversation, eager to learn more about this stunning animal. The person, obviously fond of their companion, shared anecdotes about the dog's playful nature and unwavering loyalty, and it only deepened my admiration for the remarkable animal.

As I bid the person and their noble dog goodbye, my mind was abuzz with thoughts of owning a dog of my own. The encounter had ignited a newfound fascination in me, and I couldn't shake off the desire to have such a magnificent creature as my loyal companion. The idea of having a canine friend by my side during walks like these filled me with an unexplainable warmth and joy.

Throughout the rest of my journey to school, my mind was preoccupied with thoughts of different dog breeds, each conjuring vivid images of a loyal and loving companion.thanks

Today was supposed to be a simple trip to the market, but it turned into a wild purse-chase adventure! It all started when I hopped onto a public car, purse in hand, ready to tackle my shopping list. Little did I know, this innocent ride would become a comedy of errors.

As the car rattled along, I suddenly realized with a sinking feeling in my stomach that my purse had vanished into thin air. Panic set in, and I immediately suspected that a pickpocket had struck during the hustle and bustle of the journey. Determined to get to the bottom of this, I turned into the world's most enthusiastic detective.

I frantically searched through the passengers, mumbling apologies as I dug through their bags and pockets. The looks on their faces ranged from confusion to amusement as I carried out my impromptu investigation. I was sure the culprit was among us and there I was, giving the FBI a run for their money in my pursuit of justice!

Alas, my efforts were in vain, and the bus reached its destination without my purse in tow. Defeated but still hopeful, I thanked the passengers for their cooperation, believing in my heart that they were good people who tried to help. As I trudged back home with a heavy heart, I couldn't help but replay the craziness of it all in my mind.

But wait for it...the punchline was waiting for me at home. Lo and behold, as I walked through the door, I spotted my purse nonchalantly lounging on the table. I was dumbfounded! It dawned on me that in my rush to leave the house, I had left the purse behind when I was struggling to wrangle my shoes onto my feet.

Feeling equal parts relieved and embarrassed, I couldn't help but burst into laughter.

As I walked through the school gates, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and contentment. The Christmas break had been a period of frugality for me, and as I returned to school, I was filled with the satisfaction of not having spent much. While my friends and classmates were lamenting over the financial strain brought on by the holidays and worrying about paying off their dues, I reveled in the knowledge that I would be sitting comfortably on a cushion of savings.

I entered the lecture hall with a sense of assurance, knowing that I had managed my finances wisely. I watched as my peers grumbled about over-indulging during the festive season, struggling to make ends meet. As they fretted about their expenses, I found solace in the fact that I had made conscientious choices, carefully curbing my spending to secure my financial stability.

However, the dream of financial security was short-lived. Before I knew it, the expenses of the new semester began gnawing away at my carefully preserved savings. Books, course materials, and miscellaneous fees started adding up, slowly chipping away at the modest fortune I had prided myself on. What began as a comfortable reserve soon dwindled, much to my dismay.

As I sit at my desk, typing away, I can't help but feel a pang of disappointment. The amount I had so diligently set aside for the future now stands at a mere 3000 naira. The reality of the situation is sobering. What once seemed like a substantial safety net now feels modest and precarious, barely enough to cover unexpected expenses.

Lily was an ordinary girl with an extraordinary love for ice cream. Every day after school, she would head straight to the little ice cream parlor near her house, skipping and humming with joy. The flavors, the creamy delight, the sugary sweetness – they all held an irresistible allure for her. She'd spend her pocket money on scoops of colorful, delicious temptation, leaving the parlor with a wide grin plastered across her face, her fingers sticky and her heart content.

One particular Tuesday, Lily had been given money by her parents for school supplies - books, stationery, and other items vital for the upcoming semester. Yet, as if under a trance, she found herself strolling into the ice cream parlor without a second thought. The money meant for textbooks now jingled in her pocket, ready to be exchanged for her favorite treat. As the weeks went by, her icy indulgence started to consume more and more of her funds, leaving the academic necessities a hazy afterthought.

Lily's obsession with ice cream knew no bounds until one scorching afternoon everything changed. She had just devoured a triple scoop of her beloved dessert, when a sudden, sharp pain gripped her abdomen like a vice. It felt like a thunderstorm raging inside her, with flashes of regret and throbs of anguish. Lily was struck with the most terrible stomach ache of her life. As she lay in bed, pale and groaning, she realized her folly. The consequences of her gluttonous love affair with ice cream had caught up with her, leaving her yearning for relief from the torment.

The experience transformed Lily. The once-endless delight that accompanied her ice cream outings now held a looming shadow of discomfort. She couldn't bring herself to relive the pain, and the sight and smell of the decadent treat no longer sparked joy in her heart but served as a reminder of the agony she had endured.

From that day on, Lily became a wiser young lady, understanding the value of balance and responsibility. She learned to cherish her pocket money and invest it in things that truly mattered, like school supplies and educational opportunities. And as for her love of ice cream, she approached it with a newfound moderation, savoring it on special occasions but always mindful to not overindulge. The memory of the excruciating stomach ache stayed with her, guiding her choices and teaching her an important lesson she wouldn't soon forget.

Today, I decided to brave the chaotic market in search of a new power bank. The one I had been nursing along had finally given up the ghost a few days back, leaving me in the lurch when I needed it most.

Pushing my way through the dusty, bustling crowds, I finally made my way to my favorite vendor's stall. To my dismay, as expected, the price of power banks had doubled since my last visit. With a heavy heart, I shelled out the extra cash and headed home with my new purchase.

I had it charging all afternoon and was almost relieved when the power went out as dusk fell. While my siblings' phones blinked out one by one, I connected my phone to the newly charged power bank, and now, to my delight, I am beaming in smiles because my phone is charging, and I can continue using it as if nothing has changed amidst the darkness.

I remember the day when I bought the power bank. I was so excited to finally have a solution to my phone's battery problems. I spent quite a sum of money on it, but I was okay with it. After all, it was an investment, and I was sure it would serve me for a long time.

However, today, as I was mounting my bike, the power bank slipped out of my backpack and fell on the ground, breaking open and leaving me disappointed. I was paranoid that the fall might have damaged the charging port, rendering it irreparable, and now I may have to budget for a new one.

As I continued on my journey, my mind started racing. I started calculating the cost of a new power bank, and the expenses were something I was not looking forward to. I had already spent so much money, and now, I had to spend even more - it was overwhelming.

After I returned home, I quickly rushed to check if there was any way to fix it, but I was not sure what to do. I plugged in the cord and connected it to my phone, hoping it would work. To my delight, it started charging, and a little joy crept in, relieving all the worries I had been carrying on my head.

Relieved and happy, I realized that it was not damaged after all, and I could continue using it.

But then, as I glance at the power bank here with me as I type, I feel this sadness.
It's been just a while since I bought it and now I'll have to risk losing it any moment. Even though it's still charging my device at the moment but I know I should start budgeting for another.

there lived a man named Nelson. He was known for his loud and boastful nature, always regaling his friends with tales of grandeur and prosperity. One day, he boldly proclaimed that he would travel to Lagos City and return with loads of cash, leaving his friends in awe and admiration. But little did they know the hardships and lessons that awaited him.

With his head held high, Nelson bid farewell to his friends and set off for the city of dreams. He believed that his rural background had prepared him for the challenges that lay ahead, and he was certain that wealth and success would come easily to him. Little did he know that life had a different plan in store.

Upon arriving in Lagos City, Nelson quickly realized that the realities of life were far harsher than he had ever anticipated. The #100 he thought would be enough to sustain him for a while was quickly diminished just from the cost of transportation. Panic set in as the daunting truth unfolded before him - that he had drastically underestimated the cost of survival in the city.

With no money left, Nelson found himself at rock bottom. He resorted to sleeping under a bridge, his pride shattered, and his dreams seeming unattainable. The days turned into weeks, and the weeks turned into months of a relentless struggle for survival. Nelson took up menial jobs, enduring the scorching sun and the tedious labor just to earn enough to feed himself.

As night fell, Nelson would work under the moon's watchful gaze, taking on odd jobs that required long hours and physical exertion. This was a stark contrast to the life he had once boasted about. It truly felt like a different world altogether.

Three long and grueling years passed, each day bringing its own set of challenges. Nelson had glimpsed the cruel reality of his misguided arrogance. It was during a Christmas holiday that he decided to return to his village, seeking solace and a chance to reflect on his mistakes.

Upon his return, Nelson knew he needed to make amends for his past behavior. He humbled himself and approached those he had once oppressed with his tales of grandeur. With sincere apologies, he acknowledged his past wrongdoings and asked for forgiveness. He no longer boasted or pretended to be something he wasn't.

People listened, both moved and surprised by Nelson's transformation. They saw a man who had experienced the harsh realities of life and had learned valuable lessons along the way. Nelson's story served as a powerful reminder to never underestimate life's challenges and to never belittle others with boastful claims.

From that day forward, Nelson became a symbol of humility and growth within his community. He shared his story, not to seek pity or sympathy, but to inspire others to appreciate the value of humility, compassion, and understanding.

As time went on, Nelson began to rebuild his life. He utilized the lessons he had learned during his difficult years in the city, finding strength in his newfound humility. Through hard work, determination, and a genuine desire to make amends for his past, Nelson slowly regained the trust and respect of his community.

Once upon a time in the animal kingdom, there was a stubborn goat named Gary. He was known for his grumpy demeanor and his refusal to follow the rules. One day, a notification arrived in the forest, signaling a mandatory meeting for all the animals to attend.

Now, this meeting was of utmost importance. It would determine the division of the lands and seas amongst every species, ensuring harmony and coexistence. Yet, despite the significance of the event, Gary stubbornly decided to skip it.

Unbeknownst to Gary, a gossip-loving bird overheard a juicy piece of information. The purpose of the meeting was to allocate different habitats for every animal, ensuring a fair and balanced distribution. As soon as Gary caught wind of this, he panicked and realized he needed a place to call his own.

In a frenzy, Gary sprinted towards the village square where the meeting was being held. He arrived panting heavily, his tongue lolling out, and fur ruffled from the run. Gasping for breath, he pleaded with the villagers to grant him a habitat to call his own.

But the villagers, frustrated by Gary's neglect to attend the meeting, denied his request. They were tired of his stubbornness and refusal to follow the rules. Determined to teach Gary a lesson, they coldly turned him away.

Fueled by anger, Gary stomped away, his hooves clattering against the ground. He was determined to find a habitat different and unique, one that no other animal could claim.

Gary retreated to his humble abode, a small cave nestled amidst the rocks. His mind raced with thoughts of how he could outwit the villagers and secure his own habitat. Suddenly, a eureka moment struck him, and a mischievous grin spread across his face.

He gathered a large pot from his meager kitchen supplies and filled it with water from the nearby stream. With every ounce of determination, he placed the pot on the fire and ignited the flames. The water began to bubble and boil, with steam rising into the air.

Gary's plan was clear. Since fishes were designated to live in water, birds perched on trees, and four-legged animals roamed the land, he figured that hot water was the perfect habitat for a goat like him.

With a triumphant cry, Gary bravely jumped into the pot of boiling water, fully embracing his new living arrangement. The villagers, hearing the commotion, rushed to the scene only to find Gary bobbing around in the boiling soup.

Shocked and amazed, the villagers realized that Gary's quest for a unique habitat had taken an unexpectedly bizarre turn. Without hesitation, they seized the opportunity and transformed Gary into a delectable pepper soup, savoring his stubbornness in the process.