Chinaza Ezugwu @china

The music was loud, and everyone was dancing. Obi saw a girl named Ada. She was dancing and smiling, and she looked so happy!
In the spirit of the happiness, Obi decided to move closer, she might as well welcome the lonely man.

Obi wanted to dance with her and have fun together all night long.
So, he walked over to Ada and said, "Can you dance with me?" She smiled and said yes! They started to dance together. It felt really nice.

After dancing for a while, Obi joked with Ada and said, "Can you count to ten?" They both giggled, and it made them feel even closer. But inside, Obi felt a little nervous. He really liked her and wanted to tell her but worried if she would like him back.

Then, Ada looked up at him and said, "Don’t worry! Just be yourself." Obi felt better when he heard that. So instead of being scared, he said, "let’s enjoy this fun night together!"

They kept dancing and laughing, holding hands and forgetting about everything else around them. The bright lights and happy music made them feel like they were in their own special place.

And from there, something grew.
I know love is not found in clubs or its likes, but Obi found his own in that party.

This morning at 5 AM, I looked in the mirror and noticed something I didn’t want to see: I had gained weight. My friends had been saying that I looked heavier, but I didn’t really believe them until I saw my own reflection.

Seeing my body made me realize I needed to change something. I decided to skip meals today, thinking that would help me lose weight. I thought if I didn’t eat, I could get back to how I used to look.

But now, I’m feeling the effects of not eating. My head feels heavy, my legs ache, and my eyes are watery. I’m tired and weak from not having food.

I understand now that skipping meals isn’t the solution.
I never even knew what came over me that I decided to fast.
Make I first chop again.

Stylish in my well-ironed clothes, I boarded the bus, eager to get to my destination quickly. But little did I know, my journey was about to get twisted.

When the bus was full, it was time to leave, but it wouldn't start. I couldn't believe it. We were all stranded! The driver tried everything, but nothing seemed to work.
To my dismay, the driver asked us to help push the bus! I couldn't contain my disappointment. Me, in my nice clothes, pushing an old bus? It was almost too much to bear.

But, I didn't have a choice. I joined the others, and together we started pushing. I was worried about getting dirty and sweaty, but I knew I had to help.

As we pushed, the vehicle suddenly coughed back to life. We all cheered, and immediately, I jumped in.
Even though my fellow girls shyed away from pushing the bus, I didn't though I grudged initially.

Today, I felt a need to make music again after I came across one of my old phone revirdings and felt inspired to sing. It had been six months since I listened to one of my records, but today I did.

I grabbed my SD card, hoping to find the beat I needed. I looked through my phone and files, searching for that familiar sound. I checked my flash drive, too, but no luck. I started to feel frustrated as I realized the beat I wanted seemed to have disappeared.

I didn’t want to give up, so I remembered where I had first found the song online. I rushed to my laptop and began searching the internet, retracing my steps, but everything led to a dead end. It was confusing and made me angry. How could something I once had be so hard to find now?

Remembering all the music I had created. It was frustrating to see how little things can slip away just when you think you have them.

Shaa, I had to accept that today might not be the day to sing. It hurt to realize this, especially since I had been so excited to create.

For a while now, I've been using a phone with a damaged screen. Even though it was a good phone, the broken screen made me feel not so great. I felt like I needed to give myself a pep talk just to use it. I didn't have the money to fix it, and I kind of felt like getting it fixed was just me trying to show off or look good in front of others.

Some times, my close friends talked to me about how disappointed they were that I hadn't changed the phone screen even though they knew I had the money to.

So, I kept using the phone despite the broken screen for about three months. Then, just yesterday, I realized that I finally had enough money to get it repaired. I didn't exactly have a lot of money, but I had enough to fix the screen. After getting it repaired, I looked at my phone, and it made me feel happy. Not because I did it to impress anyone, but just because it made me feel good to have my phone looking nice again.

As I sat in my room with nothing much to do, my eyes fell upon an article lying on the table. It looked like a cartoon pot on a sheet, but I realized it was actually an interesting sight to draw. Suddenly, I felt the urge to get creative, and the idea of making a drawing popped into my mind.

It had been ages since I last picked up a pencil to draw something, but the idea of trying my hand at it again excited me. I decided to give it a shot. As I began sketching, I quickly realized that drawing wasn't as easy as I remembered. My first attempt didn't turn out as expected, and the result was far from what I had envisioned.

Undeterred, I was determined to get that perfect image on paper. I wiped the slate clean and started over, attempting to recreate the design with more precision and care. The second attempt was better, but I felt there was still room for improvement.

Drawing and erasing, cleaning and retrying, I persisted until I finally achieved the image I had in mind. It took several tries, but with each attempt, I learned and improved. When I finished, I looked at the drawing in front of me, feeling a sense of pride and accomplishment. The lines and shapes came together to form a beautiful image, and I couldn't help but admire my handiwork.

It was a small victory, but the process of creating something from scratch and persevering until I achieved the desired result was incredibly gratifying. This experience reminded me of the satisfaction that comes from pursuing a creative endeavor and the joy of seeing improvement through dedication and patience. It was a simple drawing, but it left me with a sense of fulfillment and a newfound appreciation for the art of creating.

Alright put call if you want your picture on a portrait. I can draw, no reason am.

I sat back down after a long day of lectures. As the school day came to an end, some of my classmates matched casually in our classroom, each with their own plans for the post-lecture period. While many had plans of reading their textbooks, a few others were engrossed in gists and conversations. A couple of my peers had decided to form a study group, and I was interested

As the chatter and camaraderie filled the room, I found myself drawn towards a group of students who were animatedly exchanging movies. The excitement in their voices as they discussed the plots and characters was captivating, and I felt tempted. However, I resisted the urge to join in. I had made a conscious decision to refrain from watching movies, as I believed that indulging in them often led to a squandered time that could be spent on more better things. While I acknowledged that movies could be enjoyable, I deemed it an unwise choice in the midst of my academic responsibilities.

Despite the distractions, I managed to maintain my focus and dedicate my time to reading. I was determined to make the most of the remaining hours of the day and ensure that I was maximizing my productivity. Now, as I prepare to retire for the night, I am content in the knowledge that I stayed true to my commitment. I might not have given in to the allure of films, but I am proud of my determination to devote my time wisely.

Today after school, I tagged along with my friends to their place to get my power bank, which I had left there during the last visit. Initially, I intended to just grab it and head back home, but instead, I found myself staying for a while, catching up with my friends. We started a conversation and unexpectedly shifted to more deeper topics, and we found ourselves discussing diabolical and spiritual phenomena, lol you know how stories goes from one topic to another.

As we delved into our discussions about the existence of the spiritual realm, opinions were divided. Some friends expressed doubt, and we ended up in a hot debate, arguing our points after another. Soon, personal stories began to surface. Each of us shared our own experiences with what we believed to be diabolical occurrences, recounting unexplainable events that had left lasting impressions on us.

Listening to these accounts, we found ourselves captivated by the weight of each tale. It was evident that every person present had encountered something unexplainable, something that defied the regular scientific logic as most people will always like to argue by. These shared experiences were too realistic to dismiss lightly, leading us to question our first notions about the spiritual realm.

As our discussion continued, we came to a conclusion. Despite initial skepticism, the weight of our personal encounters left no room for doubt, there truly exists a spiritual realm. Our individu​​al experiences, combined with the insights we had gained, pointed to an undeniable presence beyond the physical world.
So my friends reading, never doubt that different realms exists and always build your spiritual self.