Nwachuku Deborah @borah

After church yesterday, I decided to do some cleaning in my room. As I was sweeping and dusting off my old books, I came across upon a course textbook from my university days. I remembered how much I hated that subject back then. It brought back memories, mostly of frustration and night classes filled with confusion.

Out of curiosity, I decided to sit down and flip through the notes. As I read through the pages, something interesting happened. Concepts that had once seemed impossible to know started to click, everything began to make sense. I couldn't believe it was the same content that had driven me crazy before.

I thought about all those late nights I spent attending extra classes, desperately trying to understand the subject. I recall feeling overwhelmed, sitting in the back of the class, staring at the lecturer, and wondering why I couldn’t grasp what everyone else seemed to find so easy. I worked hard, but all I managed to get was a D.

But now, looking back, those memories don’t feel so bad. They remind me of my perseverance and that it’s okay to struggle sometimes; it’s part of the journey

After joining my friends on Catizen, I was really excited about qualifying for the airdrop. We had been playing for weeks, putting in time and energy. The day came for us to check if we made it. My friend was the first to check hers, and I immediately noticed the change in her expression. She went from smiling to frustrated in a matter of seconds. I asked her what she got, but she didn't say anything. Unfortunately, my app wasn’t working at the time, so I had to wait.

After about two long hours, she finally helped me check mine. The result was the last thing I wanted to see, I didn’t qualify for the airdrop. I couldn’t believe it. After spending my data and time playing the game for two whole weeks, it felt like all my effort had gone down the drain. I was really looking forward to that airdrop; it was supposed to be a reward for all the time and energy I put into the game.

I turned to my friend, still in disbelief, and asked her if this was how things usually go with the airdrops. She told me that sometimes things don’t always go as planned, and it hit me that this was just one of those unlucky times. It didn’t make it any less painful, though. All that effort and anticipation gone, just like that.

I had even started planning my budget, thinking about what I’d do with the money once I received it but I have to believe something better will come.

I finally decided to join Telegram again after taking a break. The pressure from my friends who were making money from it was just too much, so I gave in. Everyone seemed to be cashing out from different airdrops and I didn’t want to miss out any longer.

Once I joined, one of my friends immediately sent me a bunch of links to upcoming airdrops. The list was long, and I felt overwhelmed. I had no idea how I was going to keep up with everything. I asked her how she managed to do this every single day without getting tired. She told me to let the money other people were making be my motivation.

After hearing that, I didn’t waste any more time. It became clear to me that I had been missing out for too long.

No more excuses. I will dedicate time every day to tapping on those links, participating in the airdrops, and doing whatever was necessary.
At this point, I’m fully committed. I’ll keep tapping, joining, and participating until I see that money in my account too 😹

While I was coming back from work, I passed a group of men playing Whot at a bar. They were laughing and having a good time. Among them, I noticed someone dressed like a man, in native attire, just like the rest of them. At first, I didn’t think much of it. The person blended in so well that I almost kept walking without a second look.

But something made me stop. The way this person moved, how confident they seemed, caught my attention. I looked closer. Their head was completely shaved, and their face looked very serious. I waited and tried to figure it out.

Then she stood up and her chest was visible 😂 this was a woman!. How could she be sitting there, right in the middle of all those men, playing cards and laughing like she was one of them? She looked and acted just like a man, and there was no sign of any difference. Her son was even dragging her native wear.

I admired her courage anyway. It wasn’t just about how she looked; it was the way she carried herself. Even though I nearly laughed but maybe, that's how she wants to be seen and it's nobody's business.

I was eagerly waiting for my clothes to arrive via waybill, but the delivery person was running late. I had expected him to arrive early, but as the day turned into night, I started to get worried. I tried calling him, but he didn't pick up or call back. I was left wondering if everything was okay.

Around 9pm, I decided to go to bed, hoping that the delivery person was safe and sound. I received a call from him at midnight, explaining the reason for his delay.

He told me that he had forgotten his main phone at the bus park and didn't realize it until an hour after they had left. He had to plead with the driver to inform the park staff about his issue and drop him off so he could take another vehicle back to the park.

Fortunately, an elderly woman working at the park had found his phone and kept it safe in her purse, waiting for the owner to return. She handed it over to him, and he had to wait for the next bus to continue his journey. When he finally called me, he was apologetic, but I reassured him that it was okay.
I told him not to worry about the delay, and that I was just relieved he was safe. I could get the clothes anytime he arrived, so there was no need to stress.

I just got back from helping my stranded friend at the bus park. I spent the whole day outside and couldn't charge my phone, so I didn't see her many missed calls until 8 pm. I felt terrible for not being available when she needed me, so I apologized and asked her to wait while I quickly freshened up.

I was worried about her safety since it was already dark outside, and I knew it wasn't a good idea for her to be alone at that hour. I rushed to pick her up and bring her to my place, but when we arrived, the compound was locked. I was relieved to see that my roommate was still awake, so I asked her to help me beg the compound head to open the door.

After a few minutes, the door finally opened, and I dragged her luggages to my room. We will spend hours talking and laughing together, sharing stories and memories from our past. It's so good to back together.