Destiny Chidiebere Nwachukwu @destinyhunter

there was a particular airdrop that my friend introduced me to. At first, I wasn't very interested in it, but as time went on, I decided to dive into the website. After seeing how everything was organized and how professional the website looked, I figured it was worth giving the airdrop a shot.

I participated and even invited some of my friends—about seven of them. They helped spread the good news on the day the coin launched. Not only did it launch successfully, but we also claimed a significant amount of tokens, and we released them at very good prices. We were all amazed at the outcome! My friends called to thank me, and in fact, about three of them from the seven I invited sent me about 10,000 Naira each as a token of appreciation.

There were times when I almost gave up on the airdrop. However, every morning, it became my habit to check the website and complete the daily tasks. Even when I felt my interest waning, there was always this eagerness to log in and see what was happening. I continued this routine all the way until the day of the launch, and I won’t even mention the impressive gains I made from it.

So, here’s a friendly piece of advice: Whenever you come across a credible airdrop, especially testnets, consider joining in. Engage in what your peers are doing, and instead of wasting time mindlessly scrolling on your phone, do something more valuable with your time. You never know where it might lead you!

They had set the pole up very high. Yes, I had specifically told them to set it high because I remembered the times when I used to jump; I could leap higher than anyone else in my age group. So, I instructed my colleagues to elevate the pole, eager to show off my skills once again.

But as I began my run from the drawn line, I noticed how the pole loomed above me, even taller than I had imagined. A wave of embarrassment washed over me, and I realized I couldn't clear it. Deep down, I knew I wasn't ready—at least not in that moment.

I took a step back and tried again, but I still couldn't do it. The pressure was mounting, and I eventually asked them to lower the pole. Perhaps if I started with a more manageable height, I could work my way back up to where I once was. The truth was, I had lost my confidence, and humiliation coursed through me as I faced the laughter and mocking comments from my team master.

After I kept insisting, they finally lowered the pole, and I began my run again. I focused on adapting to the pace I had previously used before jumping. With this renewed confidence and skill, they set the pole back to its original height. This time, when I approached it, I leaped and successfully cleared the bar!

The crowd erupted in applause, and with that rush of encouragement, my confidence soared. Filled with pride, I asked them to raise the pole even higher. I took a deep breath and made my attempt, and to my delight, I jumped over it with renewed assurance. It felt like I had reclaimed my past abilities.

Many in the crowd found the height impossible, and one by one, my peers failed to clear it. But not me—I had left my mark, and I was proud to say that I would be representing the school in the upcoming inter-house sports. This moment was not just a victory; it was a testament to overcoming doubt and reclaiming my skills.

I wanted to cook with my hot plate today, so I set everything up in the kitchen. I prepared all my beverages and chopped the vegetables I needed for the meal. I had already plugged in the hot plate to let it heat up before I started cooking. It usually takes some time to heat up, but once it's ready, it cooks very quickly.

While I was waiting, I suddenly noticed some smoke coming from the stove. I quickly looked over and saw flames flickering through the wall socket. I rushed over and thankfully I didn’t panic before I turned off the electric switch. The fire extinguished instantly, which relieved me greatly. Feeling a surge of excitement, I borrowed a pair of pliers from a neighbor and managed to fix the wiring before turning back on the switch. I ended up having a good cooking experience with the hot plate for some time, although at first, I was quite uncertain about whether to continue using it or switch to gas.

When I continued to notice the light flickering on and off, with the brightness dimming significantly before brightening again, I realized it was likely due to the hot plate. I decided to unplug it and switch over to gas. Once I switched to gas, I enjoyed a wonderful cooking experience.

The food turned out surprisingly well, even though I had to pause frequently to address the electrical issues and reconnect the wiring. Despite those interruptions, the final dish was even better than I expected, surpassing what I thought I could achieve if everything had gone smoothly.

I decided to stay inside my house today. I didn’t want to eat much, so I took out a special bread called love bites. I planned to eat it for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I thought that the next day I would eat something really tasty and cooked.

But by the evening, something strange happened. My stomach started making loud and funny noises. It felt upset! I went to visit my friend, and every time my stomach made a sound, he couldn’t help but laugh. I wondered how a simple piece of bread could make my stomach feel so weird. Bread is normally dry and should not cause problems, right?

I knew I had to eat something real because I didn’t feel good. Even though it’s usually not a good idea to eat heavy food at night, I ran to get a nice meal. I felt so much better when I ate and swallowed the food that evening.
Incase you are asking which heavy meal I went for, it's Swallow and Soup.

We had been having a fun time playing outside in the sun. Just yesterday afternoon, my friends and I were playing football in the field near my house. We were obviously having fun and chasing the ball around when the ball was shot out of the field.

A group of boys came from behind the trees. They looked angry and wanted to take our ball. I felt scared and didn’t know what to do, they looked like cultists. My friends and I stood close together, hoping they would leave us alone.

Then, one of the boys grabbed the ball and threatened us with a broken bottle, he walked away with his pack with him, we were stunned but we took courage and chased after them running as fast as we could. My heart was beating fast, and I felt very worried.

We ran through the field and into the street.Finally, he stopped near a big tree. He looked back at us and saw that we were all after them, so he dropped the ball and they wandered off with their troubles.

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.