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Name: Angel Chidiebube Mbaoma
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Age: 20 years old
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From: Enugu, Nigeria
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The lost note

The lost note
John was a hardworking young man who always believed in the sanctity of the law. One day, as he walked home from work, he saw a piece of paper lying in the middle of the road. On closer inspection, it turned out to be a Naira note - a one-thousand Naira note, to be precise. John could hardly believe his luck – he had never seen that much money before.

Excited, John checked around to see if anyone had dropped it but there was no one in the area. But as he pondered what to do with the money, his conscience urged him to report the matter to the nearest police station, just to be sure.

John picked up the Naira note and began a frantic quest to locate the police station. He asked people for directions, but everyone seemed to point in different directions. The first walked past a group of students who were dancing and chanting, "students are online", and asked for directions. One of them directed him to a dilapidated building a few meters away, saying it was the police station. John looked at it skeptically but decided to go ahead.

On reaching the building, he saw that it was a deserted factory, with broken windows and boarded-up doors. There were no signs of life or evidence that it was ever a police station. As he pondered what to do next, a man came walking out of the building next door. John asked him where the police station was, and the man chuckled and pointed to a tin shed next to the factory.

John hurried over to the shed, and there he found four cars parked haphazardly outside. There was a handwritten sign on the wall that read "Police". John's heart leaped with joy – he had finally found the police station!

John walked in with the Naira note and met a sleepy looking police officer sitting at a rickety table, smacking his lips as if he had been dozing off. John explained to the officer why he was there and handed over the note to him.

The officer looked at the Naira note intently for a moment and then started laughing hysterically. John was taken aback and began to wonder if he had made a mistake by coming to the police station. "What could be so funny?" he thought.

The officer finally managed to catch his breath and turned to John, grinning from ear to ear. "Congratulations, my friend! You've just become a millionaire!" he shouted.

John was puzzled, not sure what the officer meant, but then he realized his mistake – he had found a foreign currency note, not a Nigerian Naira note. It was a one-thousand Ghana Cedi note which was equivalent to a little over N65,500.

Red-faced with embarrassment, John tried to explain his misunderstanding, but the officer simply chuckled and handed John back the note, thanking him for his honesty and telling him to have a good day.

John left the police station with a sheepish grin on his face, shaking his head in disbelief. He had gone on a wild goose chase, mistook a foreign currency note for a Nigerian one, and embarrassed himself in front of a police officer – all for a worthless piece of paper.

But, John's honesty and his quest for doing the right thing brought him an unexpected reward – a newfound respect for himself and a tale to tell for years to come.

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The Quiz we had

The Quiz we had
Today in class, we had a quiz that started off slowly, but little did I know it would turn into one of the best days ever. As the teacher passed out the quiz papers, my classmates and I exchanged nervous glances. We knew that this quiz would count towards our final grades, so the pressure was on.

At first, the room was filled with silence as we all focused on our papers. The questions seemed challenging, and I could feel my anxiety building. However, as the minutes ticked by, something unexpected happened. The quiet atmosphere gradually transformed into an intense and exciting energy.

One by one, students started raising their hands to ask the teacher for clarification. It seemed like everyone had stumbled upon a tricky question. As the teacher explained, we began to realize that we weren't alone in our confusion. A sense of camaraderie started to develop among us. We formed small study groups during the quiz and pooled our knowledge together to figure out the answers.

As time went on, the classroom turned into a buzzing hive of activity. Each group was engrossed in passionate discussions, trying to unravel the questions. I could hear whispers of encouragement and shared strategies. It was as if we were all in this together.

The competition kicked in, and the room became filled with friendly rivalry. We challenged each other to complete the quiz faster and with greater accuracy. Laughter and excitement filled the air as we cheered for our classmates' achievements. It was a wholly unexpected turn of events.

By the time the last question was answered and the quizzes were collected, something amazing had happened. We no longer felt like it was just a test. It became an exhilarating challenge that brought us closer as a class. We had pushed ourselves to do the best we could, but we had also supported and cheered for one another along the way.

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Flight with the birds

Flight with the birds
Oh, how I yearned to soar through the sky like the birds, to feel the freedom of the open air rushing past my face, and to escape the confines of walking and transportation. It seemed like such a magical experience, and I couldn't help but dream of a day when I could effortlessly glide alongside those magnificent creatures.

One day, as I couldn't hold the desire of flying any more, I started gathering in light objects like banana leafs, palm fronds and other materials soon cluttered my room as I began crafting what resembled a feather. I had no idea how this bunch of rubbish was supposed to lift me into the sky, but in my mind, anything with wings had the potential to fly.

I fashioned a pair of wings, convinced that they held the power to make my lofty dreams come true. Carefully attaching them to a contraption strapped loosely behind my back, I felt an exhilarating mix of hope and trepidation. Today would be the day I would fulfill my fantasy and take flight.

Taking a deep breath, I ascended a sturdy tree, its branches reaching towards the heavens. My heart pounded in my chest as I stood ready to leap into the unknown. With a surge of adrenaline, I threw myself into the air, my wings flapping violently in an attempt to catch the wind.

But alas, reality swiftly brought me back to the ground. I found myself crashing down, landing hard on my buttocks, oh my innocent buttocks. The pain radiated through my body, but mercifully, the soil beneath me was soft, sparing me from more serious injuries. I lay there, disheartened, questioning my misguided attempt to defy the laws of nature.

For the moment, when I was still on the air, I thought that was it, I thought I was flying in that split second. The crash brought me to reality.
Seems like I will cut down watching all these fictional movies.

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Dance with a Scorpion 2

Dance with a Scorpion 2
My hand shook at each strike. The muscular insect or whatsoever it is still charged at me with its sharp tail set and ready to inject me again with its toxins if I should come closer.

I had struck it to coma when I lifted it with a tissue paper and headed towards the kitchen.
I was going to teach the muscular man how to keep boundaries.
I felt uneasyness at the spot that it had stung me as I placed the specimen carefully on my gas burner.

Carefully, I turned loose the handle of the gas cooker and watched as the scorpion reacted to the hushing sound of the gas escaping the noozle of the cylinder.

Slowly, I moved my lighter closer, and with a click, I got the scorpion dancing to all directions.
I allowed the barbeque burn to dryness before I picked and tossed it outside for the birds.

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A dance with a Scorpion

A dance with a Scorpion
Hello family, so I'm going to make this story shorter than usual as I'm having a little headache, please do stone me with likes as you have always done.

It was one of those evenings when the sun had hidden its glory beneath the clutches of the tick clouds when sounds go far as the day comes to an end.
I tossed my bag on the bed and headed to the kitchen to get a little gift for the tummy.
In minutes, I felt fulfilled and needed a nap but then, there was this little record I needed to take down before I dozed.

Too lazy to use the table, I spread the sheets on the rug, and just when I was about to stretch my legs which felt a little uncomfortable by what I thought was a mere ant, my leg was struck.

I would say by lightning, but there were no thunderbolts,
was there a naked wire lying around? I asked myself as I rubbed the spot in pain bending to take a closer look at the area where my leg had been.

It held its muscular tail up and was ready to strike again, it was a scorpion.
Another wave of shock rushed down at the sight of the arachnid, I had never been stung by a scorpion before.

The broom was close and I didn't find it difficult to lift twice as I landed two blows on the...

I'll continue this story later dear friends, please leave a like

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Wealth in a penny

Wealth in a penny
There lived a young orphan named Oyo. Left with only a small plot of land by his beloved parents, Oyo faced many hardships but held onto the memories of their love and kindness. Despite being a source of laughter for his peers, Oyo never abandoned the good habit of caring for and weeding the only farm he had.

On that very plot of land, a giant tree stood tall and proud, its branches reaching towards the heavens. Its sheer size and majestic presence were enough to draw the attention of passersby, who marveled at the sight. Oyo noticed this and an idea began to form in his mind. What if he could commercialize the tree and transform it into something magnificent?

With unwavering determination, Oyo began his endeavor. He started sawing and shaping the giant tree, creating intricate curves and angles that resembled the houses seen in his favorite animated movies. Friends and neighbors mocked him, questioning why he would waste such an opportunity to sell the tree for timber. But Oyo remained steadfast, believing in his vision and the potential of the tree.

Days turned into weeks as Oyo painstakingly sculpted the tree into the exact shape he had imagined. Piece by piece, layer by layer, he embraced the challenge with unwavering devotion. Hours were spent painting the intricate details, replicating the intricate patterns of a traditional brick house.

Word of Oyo's creation spread throughout the village like wildfire, and soon a steady stream of curious onlookers began to march towards his farm. Some came out of sheer curiosity, while others were enticed by the possibility of experiencing something truly out of the ordinary. Amazed by the sight before them, many willingly paid money to take a tour inside the magnificent tree-house.

Oyo's dream had become a reality. People from far and wide flocked to witness the wonder he had created. The laughter and mockery that had once plagued him faded into the background as admiration and awe took its place. Oyo's pockets began to fill with coins, and in just a span of two weeks, he found himself rich beyond his wildest dreams.

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Happy Sunday fam.
Stay good and positive always.

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I had to do something

I had to do something
Yesterday, we had a rather frustrating experience with our electricity supply in the lodge. It was one of those partial contact situations where some rooms had power, while others were left in darkness. The sight of the functioning lights throughout the lodge made me eagerly wait for the caretaker to address the issue, but to my disappointment, he made no effort to rectify it.

Being a girl, I wasn't particularly eager to handle the electrical problem myself. However, as luck would have it, as I was preparing to leave in the evening, I noticed that some rooms still had electricity. It became clear to me that we were dealing with a partial contact situation. It appeared that the caretaker himself had electricity in his own room, which explained his lack of urgency in fixing the problem.

My frustration fueled a newfound determination within me. I decided to take matters into my own hands. I quickly grabbed a pair of pliers and began examining the wires, hoping to find the root of the issue. After a bit of fumbling around, I finally discovered the problem. One phase was disconnected, causing the blackout in certain areas of the lodge.

With a sense of accomplishment, I carefully connected the phase that had been deprived of light and disconnected the one that had been enjoying electricity. The balance was finally restored, and our lodge phase was once again bathed in illumination, while the other part that I disconnected was swimming in darkness, lol.

In the morning, a technician arrived to address the issue. I couldn't help but smile, knowing that I had already resolved a problem and started another one.

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I thought the Mangoes were mine

I thought the Mangoes were mine
let me tell you the tale of my tragic encounter with a mango tree along my path to school. It all started, innocently enough, with my frequent visits to this particular tree. I had developed quite an obsession with it, you see. Every day, I would walk by, eyeing the fruits, and fantasizing about the day I would pluck them all for myself.

I had become quite the mango connoisseur, timing the ripening of each fruit with precision. Oh, I had big plans for those juicy, golden treasures. I dreamt of sweet, succulent bites and mango-filled bliss. The anticipation was unbearable, yet exhilarating.

But, alas! The day I had longed for finally arrived, and I embarked on my mission to claim those mangoes for my own. My heart raced with excitement as I approached the mango tree, my eyes scanning the branches for signs of ripeness. To my utter horror, I discovered that the tree was now bare, completely stripped of its fruity delight!

Disbelief enveloped me, and I frantically peered and peeked through the branches, hoping for a glimmer of hope, an overlooked mango that I could snatch away. And then, there it was, the sole survivor of that merciless mango massacre: a single unripe mango, hanging stubbornly on a high branch, mocking me.

Enraged and fueled by disappointment, I mustered all my strength and dexterity to reach for that pitiful green mango. With a tug, it came loose, landing forcefully into my palm. In a fit of frustration, I sunk my teeth into it, anticipating an explosion of flavor, only to be met with a sour, unripe disaster.

I didn't give up on it, with all my expectations thrown into the mud, I persistently ate the unripe mango and finished it.
At least I achieved something, didn't I?

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