Destiny Chidiebere Nwachukwu @destinyhunter

Wearing white clothes is something that I usually liked, but then I had a female friend who usually advised me against wearing white clothes, wearing white shirts and white trousers. But this particular day, we were going for a party, so after checking through my clothing, I decided to wear this particular white native shirt.

After I wore this shirt, I went for the party, and I was enjoying myself. It was a daytime party shop and it was organized by my school and friends. It was during the noon, around 3 PM, that we decided to head out to another different location. Then I looked at my wife, and I couldn't even place a term to what I was looking like.

Some red wine had spilled on my shirt, and I had spoiled my trousers and everything. I couldn't even relate. I was just buried, and I wanted to go home even though I was having a great time. I just wanted to see myself at home.

It's been a long while since we started sharing eye contact. I noticed this beautiful girl starting from my first year, 100 level. She was pretty, and I can say for myself that I was too handsome. Most times, I still get most of these girls, you know, under my beck and call. But I was a disciplined guy all the way. Even though someone flirts and they come into my direct message box to message me and text me all sorts of flirty things, I always stay true to myself and my discipline. I've come from a not-too-rich, less able background, and I haven't come to this university to frolic with girls or anything like that. The Lord has continued to sustain me all this while, and I owe Him all my respect and my integrity.

Three years into the university, I think having a girlfriend for myself wouldn't be a bad deal any longer. As I told you before, I believe I need to have that experience, and then this girl came to mind. She has always been secure and has acted disciplined all the way, except when she’s around me. She always likes to sit near me, keeps seats for me during lectures, and frequently checks up on me through phone calls, texts, and physical meetings. I've never heard that she was in a relationship or flirting with other guys, so she seemed like the best option.

I approached her, talked to her, and even took her on a date, but she said we could still be friends. I don’t understand what that statement means, especially since she also said she was not in a relationship.

had just informed my mother that I would be returning to school in a week's time, but the comfort and relaxation I was hoping for will last only a brief moment, as the new resumption date has been announced. School is set to begin again on the 6th of this month, which is just a day away from the start of intense academic activities. This sudden change unsettles me, and I feel genuinely unhappy about it.

My sister, mocked me immediate after I read out the date and new schedules to my family, for thinking I would have a full week to rest and enjoy more of their food. Now, with everything cut short to just one day, I am feeling disappointed and sad right now.

Now we have to go back to school, a land for no one, a school where no love is shown. I've had to prepare my food, clean my clothing, do everything by myself, think for myself—everything, even the comfort of home. I know it's good, ah yes, it makes an adult be an adult, but I just needed more time; a week wasn't too much to ask. Now I'm forced to come back.

If it were just the normal school activities, it would be better because I could still enjoy my extra week here at home, but this time, they have scheduled some seminars, presentations, and all sorts of intense academic activities that force students back to school. Well, see you guys later. Let me go and sleep first to clear my head.

There was a new hotel around the corner, and during this festive season, I had already concluded with some of my siblings that we were going to go there and spend our Christmas, enjoying the atmosphere and all the fun that comes with it. On Christmas Day, I had saved up a little money, and my siblings had saved up as well for our hotel outing.

When we arrived, we ordered a plate of chicken and some drinks. It wasn't as expensive as we had feared, but we were pleased that our savings had served their purpose.

We were seated and moved from one form of entertainment to another. There was also a hype man who made the whole atmosphere even more enticing and enjoyable. I enjoyed every single bit of the experience—the lively clubbing, the excellent hotel management, and everything else. The staff was surprisingly friendly, which added to the warm

I went to the market today with my friends to retrieve my phone. This phone was particularly important to me because I had saved up five crucial emails on it, which I submitted for an online work application. I even drafted an email to resume work before the phone began to malfunction unexpectedly, getting stuck on the Samsung Galaxy interface and not progressing past that point. No matter what I tried, it just wouldn’t boot up properly.

My friends were incredibly supportive during this ordeal. They encouraged me to keep seeking help, taking me to various experts in the market in hopes that we could find a solution to the problem. Despite their efforts, as the day went on, I began to feel more and more disheartened.

In the end, after numerous attempts and consultations, we came to the last resort: claiming the phone, but I felt very bad because I didn’t succeed in preserving my important emails. I had started the day in a cheerful mood, but by the end, I was left feeling defeated, knowing that I had lost something so significant.

It was a lazy evening, and I found myself scrolling through TikTok video clips until I came across a particularly educational video that I decided to share with you all. In the video, there was a man who had been caught with some iron rods. He had dug up these rods from graveyards, and then he went on to explain what these iron rods were used for. I must admit, I didn't fully understand the mystery behind it.

I personally have come across several hundreds of videos of people either complaining or lamenting about how, during the night while asleep, robbers invaded their homes and swiftly made off with their belongings and valuables. The mystery of how they managed to do this without ever being caught was one that needed to be solved—until I watched that particular video.

In it, a man made a startling confession. He disclosed that these robbers often used iron rods taken from graveyards. According to him, when they placed these rods in the compound of a target residence, the occupants would fall into a deep, unshakeable sleep. He described it as if they were under a spell, lying still and unaware, completely vulnerable to the intruders. While the homeowners remained oblivious, the robbers would carry out their evil plots, taking whatever they desired without the slightest disturbance.

The cold aspect of this revelation left me feeling uneasy. Not only was it disturbing to think about the use of such dark methods, but it also made me question the safety of the Lodge where I live.

Today was the final day for the Faculty of Business Administration here at my university. A friend of mine, actually two people from that faculty invited me, but I went mainly because of this particular close friend of mine who had personally invited me two weeks earlier.

Praise had invited me two weeks ago before the main date, so I had already added it to my plans. Today, I went for the sign-out, and he was so glad to see me that he came over and gave me a warm handshake, his face lighting up with smiles as he grinned from ear to ear. We walked out together and headed to a nearby restaurant, where we enjoyed some bites to eat. After that, we returned to the school, and that's when the real fun began with the whiteboard marker contest. We wrote all sorts of silly things on people's white shirts, and it was incredibly funny.

It was an incredibly fun day, and I even made some new friends from FABSA, exchanging contacts with them. Usually, I'm an introvert, but there are moments when I find the courage to socialize—maybe it’s triggered by an event or a particular situation. When that happens, I genuinely enjoy myself. I sometimes wish I were an extrovert so I could socialize even more freely.

As the day went on, I noticed one of the beautiful ladies who was signing out. Mustering up my courage, I approached her to say hi and congratulate her on her accomplishments. To my surprise, we ended up having a pleasant conversation, and without feeling pressured, she gave me her phone number and encouraged me to call her. It was such a comfortable interaction that I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement as I walked away.

I ran into Cynthia today was an old friend and my former classmate from JSS3. She was my first crush, though I'm not willing to disclose any details about that.
Back then, I had drawn a very beautiful picture of a flower, and to make it special, I wrote Cynthia’s name on it. I brought it to classhappy to show my artwork.

I was quite skilled at drawing, and when I displayed it, my classmates marveled at my creation. However, everything changed when a good friend of mine, a guy in particular, approached the picture. Without asking for my permission, he grabbed it from my hands and rushed over to Cynthia. As he presented the artwork to her, he shouted that I was into her.

Kaii! That moment left me completely speechless. It felt like my heart had stopped for a second.

Cynthia appreciated the picture, but disappointedly, she gently declined to accept it. She claimed her parents would be against it. I didn’t understand her reasoning at the time. To me, it was just a thoughtful gift, a good gesture meant to show my appreciation for her beauty and nothing more. I hadn't pushed for anything romantic; I didn't even accompany the gift with a wish or a declaration of feelings. I was still young and inexperienced, simply wanting to express my admiration.

Reflecting on that moment now, I realize how much I've grown. When I ran into Cynthia recently, it opened my eyes to how naive I had been. Perhaps then, I was just a kid, caught up in the idea of beauty without grasping its complexities. Cynthia was a fair girl, definitely beautiful in her own right, but she was also quite short compared to my preferences these days.