Bethrand Chibuike @betty

As I made my way to the registration office, some of my friends unexpectedly joined me, adding funny live to the process. Together, we navigated the tedious paperwork, arrangements, printing, and photocopying required for the manual registration, sharing laughter and small talk as we completed each step.

However, as we progressed, one of my friends casually mentioned that the office for the registration was located quite a distance away. I shook my head, certain that I had explored every nook and cranny of the institution. I expressed my disbelief, confidently stating that I knew the layout of the university like the back of my hand.

Nonetheless, we set off on this unprepared long journey. As we took a sharp turn to the right, I was startled to find myself facing a part of the university that I had never laid eyes on before. It seemed to stretch on endlessly, and with each step, I was astounded by the buildings and areas that were entirely new to me. I couldn't believe that I had missed such a significant section of the campus during my previous strolls through the school.

After what seemed like an eternity, we finally arrived at the registration office. The task of completing the registration was soon close to be, but at last, it was done. I returned home, exhausted from the day's events, and promptly fell asleep, only to be rudely awakened by my midnight alarm.

As I hastily recalled my day's adventure, I realized that it had been a tale worth sharing. The journey to the registration office had led

So, awakened by my midnight alarm, I set out to quickly pen down this tale, capturing the my today's experience.
Good night friends.

Throughout my first and second year at university, I embarked on a quest to find true love. I was not one to engage in frivolous flings or partake in immoral acts, so I held onto the hope that someday I would find someone who would truly complete me.

As I navigated the halls of academia, I could not help but feel a sense of longing each time I saw couples walking hand in hand, whispering sweet nothings to one another. I yearned for a connection that ran deeper than fleeting infatuations, one that would stand the test of time and create a bond that would weather any storm.

One fateful day, my eyes met those of a girl named Nneka. At first glance, there was nothing particularly unique about her besides her undeniable beauty, which I had seen countless times before. I couldn't understand why my attention was drawn to her, as if there was something more beneath the surface.

Our paths unexpectedly crossed, and in a moment of clumsiness, we bumped into each other. Without warning, Nneka delivered a resounding slap to my cheek. To say I was taken aback would be an understatement. The sting from her hand left me momentarily stunned, feeling a mix of anger and confusion. I found myself despising her, or at least I convinced myself that I did.

Despite my initial disdain, I found my thoughts consumed by Nneka in the days that followed. It was as if her slap had left an indelible mark on my mind, constantly reminding me of her existence. The more I tried to push her from my thoughts, the more she seemed to invade them.

By some twist of fate, we stumbled upon each other once again. This time, however, it was she who approached me, offering an earnest apology for her earlier actions. I was taken aback by her sincerity and the genuine remorse in her eyes. It was in that moment that I realized perhaps there was more to Nneka than met the eye.

Slowly, we began to know each other beyond our initial encounters. Conversations flowed effortlessly, laughter filled the air, and a deep connection formed between us. I discovered that Nneka possessed an incredible depth, a compassionate heart, and a keen intellect that matched my own.

As the days turned into weeks and weeks into months, what started as a tumultuous encounter transformed into a beautiful love story.
Will stop here, sleep is dealing with me.
I had to wake by an alarm, had a very serious day.
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I used to think it was childish, but I couldn't help but be intrigued by the blue lights that started cropping up all over our neighborhood. Curiosity got the better of me, and one day, while passing by an electric shop, I couldn't resist. I ended up purchasing a set of blue lights, longing to understand what it was that my neighbors were experiencing.

To be honest, I still haven't quite figured out what exactly they find so enchanting about these blue lights. Yet, strangely enough, I find myself enjoying them too. It's as if there's a subtle allure that I can't quite put my finger on. So, for the past few weeks, I've been alternating between blue lights at night and white lights during the day.

At first, I thought the blue lights might be too much, too dramatic. But when I switch them on at night, there's an undeniable sense of tranquility that washes over my home. The soothing blue hues cast a gentle glow, creating beautiful shadows and transforming my space into a tranquil oasis. As the evening descends, my mind seems to relax, drawn in by the calming aura of the blue lights.

During the day, I switch back to the familiar white lights. They provide a sense of familiarity and clarity, reminding me of the world outside. It's in these moments that I wonder what it is that my neighbors see in the blue light that they leave it on forever.

Despite my initial skepticism, I've grown fond of this alternating routine. It has become my little experiment, my way of exploring the subtle differences between these contrasting lights. And perhaps, in doing so, I've begun to understand why my neighbors embraced this trend wholeheartedly.

It turns out that the real magic lies not just in the lights themselves, but in the sense of community they have fostered. As more and more houses in our neighborhood have adopted the blue lights, there's a distinct camaraderie that fills the air. It's as if we've created our own little corner of peace and harmony amidst the chaos of the outside world.

Walking through our streets now is an entirely different experience. The soft blue glow spills out from each house, blending together to form a dreamscape unlike any other. On my evening strolls, I can't help but feel a sense of unity and understanding among my neighbors. It's as if the blue lights have woven us together, creating a shared appreciation for this newfound beauty.

So, even though I may not fully grasp the exact appeal of the blue lights, I've come to appreciate them in my own way. They have brought a touch of serenity and wonder into my daily life, allowing me to bask in the calm embrace of their glow. And perhaps, that's all I need to understand; sometimes, it's the simple pleasures and the sense of belonging that make all the difference.

Last week, I had an encounter that left me both puzzled and contemplative. It started as a normal day, and I had no idea that it would lead me to witness something extraordinary. As I went about my usual routine, I heard whispers about a pastor who possessed the power to heal the sick. Intrigued, I decided to see this phenomenon for myself.

The news of the pastor's arrival had spread like wildfire, and a crowd had gathered in a local park. Curiosity got the better of me, and I made my way through the people, eager to see what was unfolding. As I approached, my eyes fell upon a woman who was raving mad, her disheveled hair and torn clothes a testament to her troubled state.

I couldn't help but wonder how this pastor was going to heal her. I had seen many individuals claim miraculous abilities, but something felt different this time. What puzzled me even more was that none of my friends or neighbors seemed to recognize her. It was as if she had appeared out of thin air, a complete stranger.

As the pastor took center stage, a hushed silence fell over the crowd. He began to speak with a commanding voice, invoking the power of God to heal the afflicted. The crowd watched intently, their eyes filled with anticipation.

Slowly, the pastor approached the woman, his hands outstretched in a gesture of compassion. The atmosphere crackled with a mixture of skepticism and hope. As he laid his hands on her, a profound sense of calm washed over the woman. To my astonishment, her frenzied state began to subside, and a serene expression replaced her distorted features.

I stood there, my mind racing with thoughts. Was this some well-orchestrated act? Was the woman a mere pawn in a grand scheme? It seemed unlikely that no one in the crowd recognized her. But at the same time, I witnessed a change in her, a transformation that couldn't be denied.

Despite the doubts swirling within me, I couldn't help but recognize the power of God at work. Whether it was orchestrated or not, the impact I witnessed was real. The healing touch of the pastor had brought peace to a tormented soul, and that was undeniably powerful.

As the crowd erupted into applause and thankful prayers, I couldn't shake the conflict within me. On one hand, I questioned the authenticity of the arrangement and the hidden motives behind it. On the other hand, I couldn't deny the true power of God that had touched that woman's life.

I made my way to the market today after imagining all the possibilities that awaited me. I was so proud of my budget, convinced that with the amount, I would have a wide range of high-quality options to choose from.

However, my enthusiasm quickly turned to disappointment as I realized that the prices of the music players were far beyond my reach. The sellers, with their knowing smirks, refused to budge, claiming that durable and high-quality music players only came at a higher cost.

I pleaded and bargained, but it seemed like all my efforts were in vain. The sellers were adamant that there was no way I would find a durable music player within my budget.

Feeling defeated, I was about to give up and head home empty-handed. But just as I was about to turn away, a small stall caught my eye. It had an array of music players neatly stacked, but they were much smaller than what I had fantasized.

With a mix of curiosity and desperation, I approached the stall owner, explaining my predicament. To my surprise, he listened attentively and smiled, offering me a deal that I couldn't refuse. He had a smaller music player, but he assured me that it packed a punch in terms of sound quality.

With my hopes slightly renewed, I handed over my hard-earned #8000 and left the market clutching my new music player. Despite its size, I couldn't shake off a sense of disappointment. It wasn't what I had initially wanted, but it was all I could afford.

When I finally arrived home, I plugged in the music player to charge, wondering if I had made a mistake. But as soon as I switched it on and selected my favorite song, all doubts dissipated. The loudness and bass that emanated from the small device perfectly satisfied my taste. It was far better than I had hoped for.

Not only was the sound quality impressive, but the battery life was exceptional. It seemed like this little music player had defied all odds and exceeded my expectations. I couldn't help but feel a sense of joy and gratitude, realizing that sometimes, the best surprises come in the most unexpected packages.

Malachy was known as the notorious flirt during his school days, his charm and smooth talks made many girls fall for him, but he didn't care about anyone's feelings. Once he got what he wanted from them, he dumped them without a second thought.

People tried to advise him and told him that karma would one day catch up with him, but he never listened. He always replied with the statement that he was going to settle down with the most perfect girl for a wife, and he firmly believed that it would happen.

Years went by, and Malachy met Chika, a girl who he thought was perfection and the answer to his prayers. She was honest, beautiful, and had all the qualities he had been looking for in a woman.

Malachy was determined to make Chika his wife, and he showered her with love and gifts. Chika fell in love with him, and they got married in a grand ceremony.

Things started off well, but soon enough, Malachy began to see a different side of Chika. She was not the perfect person he thought she was, she was manipulative and selfish. She started selling his properties behind his back and embezzling his money.

Malachy was devastated and heartbroken, he couldn't believe that the person he loved and thought was his perfect wife could be capable of such actions. He confronted her, but she wasn't remorseful or apologetic. Instead, she eloped with all his money, leaving Malachy alone with nothing.

Malachy's world came crashing down, and he realized that karma had indeed caught up with him. He had hurt many girls in the past, and now he was experiencing the same betrayal and pain.