Family Stories & Experiences

It’s hard to believe that lectures have already started ed in school . Just two days ago, I saw photos on our departmental group chat of my friends back on campus, smiling and ready for another semester, I laugh at them. I am still in my father’s house, enjoying the comforts of home, going back to school any soon is not even a thought to think.

My mother have reminded me like the hundredth time, her voice with concern about my academics, but still, I have no plans to return that soon.

The thought of packing my bags and enduring the run around and stress of school again just doesnt go well with me.
Here, in my father’s house, life is good. I wake up to good smell of food oozing from the kitchen. I can start talking about all the good food my mom makes without having to worry about exams, group projects, or struggling for seats in a crowded lecture hall.

With not so much choice, Just a few more days I’ll go back. But deep down, I was in no rush to leave this land of peace or my soft bed or even this region.

I am someone who values health and wants everyone in my household to also see their health as important as I do.
I want everybody basking in good health and then bubbling strong even when they are aging especially my Dad and Mom.

So after looking up some health tips, I studied on diet and exercises and how they could help elongate lifespan

so in a particular Saturday, I was able to convince my parents and all my siblings to come out for a little jogging.
But before the jogging, the evening earlier, I already bribed them with some drinks. I just used my little savings and got some bottles of drinks for every member of my family and then at that moment I seized it and convince them to follow me to sporting the next morning.

Well... I wanted them to value the proposed activity more even though they reluctantly prepared.
we all later went for the jogging and it was a good time together, I pray they all agree to join me this coming Sartuday too.

My family always gathered in our living room to watch movies. My dad would usually sit in his favorite chair, located at the center of other cushions. No one dares to sit on it while he's in the sitting room.

We were still using what we called cartridges back then. I remember how we would select through the pile of cartridges trying to find "Igodo" our favourite movie.

The cartridge is inserted into the ... I can't remember what that one is called again.
To me, those were the good old days when high quality movies were produced in terms of educational and motivational before CD-ROMs, GoTV, or DSTV became part of our lives.

We sometimes called these cartridges cassettes, but whatever the name is, they held the power of good story in them. Each movie had a lesson to teach, and it felt like every actor on screen was wise beyond their years, the likes of Pete Edochie, Osuofia, Nkem Owoh, Keneth Okonkwo, Gentle Jack, Chika Ike, Chioma Chukwuka, Chinwetalagu and many more. Every scene had an interesting story to tell they were not just filling space, like the recent directors do.
I didn't know a lot then but as much as I could remember, back in those days, stories that were more than just entertainment were made.

My siblings and I would sit on the floor, captivated, while our parents shared the couch. The fun of sitting on the floor had this soft comfort that satisfies us as we glued to the television.

This morning, in our WhatsApp group chat, we received a message reminding us to purchase a whiteboard marker on the way to school. We didn't know what to do, everyone was asking questions on the group chat. I on the other hand did not know the use of the whiteboard marker that we were told to buy so instead of wasting money I decided to just go with my usual 6B pencil

. This raised concerns among us about the unusual requirement, as we were accustomed to using 6B p

encil for our exams on computer answer sheets. Many of us didn't buy the marker, unsure of how it would be used in the exam.

When the exam began, the coordinator explained that using a marker would allow the computer to detect our answers more easily compared to those marked with a pencil. I had brought all my materials, but I felt anxious as I watched my classmates struggle with the last-minute change.

Quickly, I dashed out and got my own whiteboard marker. No be me Go risk my exam marks

Today was quite a busy day for me. I spent most of it helping my aunty at the market. She needed to sell some of her goods, and I was there to assist her with packing everything up. It wasn’t easy, but I was glad I could help her out. By the time we were done, I was already feeling exhausted, but happy that I could support her.

When I finally got home, I just wanted to relax. As soon as I switched on the light, fire sparked from the wire on the wall. I was confused for a second because I wasn’t expecting it, but I quickly rushed to the power switch and changed it over. I was so thankful nothing serious happened and that I reacted fast.

After the shock, I realized I couldn’t leave the damaged wire like that, especially with the risk of another fire starting. I didn’t have the skills to fix it myself, so I had to figure out a solution. It was already late in the evening, so I wasn’t sure where to turn for help.

I remembered a good neighbor who’s good with electrical stuff. I gave him a call and explained what happened. To my relief, he agreed to come over and help me out, even though it was already getting late. I felt a bit guilty for calling him at that time, but I didn’t really have a choice.

He came over not long after and quickly got to work. It didn’t take him too long to fix the problem, and by the end of the night, everything was back to normal. I was so grateful for his help and felt really lucky to have such a kind and helpful neighbor. The day had been long and tiring, but it ended on a good note, and I could finally rest easy.

It's weekend again and just as usual no office duties and more excitingly no school activities, we all woke up with our phone on our hands nobody was ready to help with any of the house chores. My mum having seen our mood pretended as though everything was fine knowing fully well that we will soon be hungry and request for something to eat.

Though we're not ready for food at that moment but my mum can suspect so for my dad so she just had to prepare something for her lovely husband, when we saw her moves it was a relief but I can't necessarily tell why she decided to cook all of a sudden. Then out of curiosity we asked her what her reasons were, she answered with a smiling face and side "outside having you all as a blessing from God I was also blessed by a caring and a loving husband"

Dad settled into his favorite armchair, with his Bible , preparing for Sunday's sermon. My brother slipped out to grab some snacks, and we dive into it just like a hungry lion while focused on a video game competition. Meanwhile, Mom worked her magic in the kitchen. The tantalizing aroma is something else and none of us could afford to miss.

Just as we were about to sit down to eat, Mom ran out of the kitchen, all we could hear at the moment was her shouting voice. "Jesus! Oh Jesus!" repeatedly as she runs. My heart skipped a beat. What was wrong? The gas cylinder had malfunctioned, shooting a massive flame into the air. Mom was frantically calling for Dad.

Dad dropped his Bible and rushed into the kitchen. I followed, my heart racing. But incredibly, the fire had gone out, despite the gas still leaking. Dad immediately removed the cylinder, and we all exhaled in relief. Mom was shaken, repeating, "How did the fire just go out?" Dad wrapped his arms around her, his eyes closed. "It's the hand of God," he whispered.

We stood there, frozen in gratitude. The near-disaster turned into an impromptu prayer session, thanking God for saving us. Afterward, we sat down to enjoy Mom's delicious meal.

I had plans to work on my system for days, expecting to use the electricity to power my work. But NEPA had other plans. For days on end, they failed to bring light, leaving me frustrated and unable to achieve anything.

I tried to find an alternative solution by buying fuel for my generator, but the current fuel price in Nigeria was too expensive. I couldn't afford it, so I was stuck.The deadlines for the summition of my project was fast approaching , but unfortunately there is actually nothing I could do to help the situation.

Just when I thought all hope was lost, I remembered my friend's place, which has a renewable energy, and as such not affected by the unfortunate situation. I packed my bags, grabbed my system, and headed to their house. Luckily, they welcomed me with open arms and allowed me to use their power to boost mine. I was finally able to work on my system.

My project was done in few hours and I found my way back home, just few steps to my compound I heard a shout "UP NEPA"

Last week, I left home to our village, I have been there before but that was a long time ago. With a sense of adventure and a curious heart, I packed my bags and set out for a week filled with new experiences, I was eager to meet with my cousins, dance around the family tree, like we did when we were young.

As I entered the village, everyone I came in contact with could tell I was new here, my hair, look, dress, bags gave the simple message that I am from the city. There was no network, so,I couldn't call my Aunty to tell her I had arrive. A man approached me to ask if I was a corp member, I told him I was here to visit "Iya Shade"(My Aunt), with excitement, he took me to my Aunty's house.
I was happy and relieved (at least they didn't use me for ritual😅). My Aunty welcomed me with open arms, and led me to her cozy but, adorned with flowers and with the scent of fresh herbs. Some of the villagers gathered with their eyes sparkling with curiosity, every need was anticipated, every comfort I needed they were ready to provide, except for electric light. I couldn't come online, because they had no electricity, I had to listen to stories from my grandpa or go to the king's palace in the evening to watch cultural presentation in order to kill boredom.

After some days, I felt a sense of belonging, like I am part of a larger family, the villagers showed me that even in a world of strangers, there exists a deep well of kindness. It was unbelievable to me, that a small village and typically traditional could bim with such openness.

As I prepared to leave yesterday, I was given some foodstuffs, the Baale gave me a bottle of honey, I left with a heart full of gratitude, the village might not have electricity but it shine brightly with warmth, love and especially delicious food 😂.

I'm back to give Y'all reminders🤭

After our first semester examinations wrapped up, I couldn’t contain my joy that I ran all the way home the next day. It felt refreshing to be free from the stress of exams and back in the comfort of my house. For the next two weeks, I relaxed, ate my mom's delicious cooking, and enjoyed the peaceful atmosphere.

But then, last week, I saw a frightening update: that second semester was going to start soon. Even though according to the timetable, classes were supposed to begin on the 21st of September. I was displeased and I lamented all through.

Before I knew it, the first lecture was fixed, and I found myself making my way back to campus. It was a uneasy to rebigin my studentife again but, I still went from home to school rather than from the school hostel.
In the past week alone, I had been to three classes.

My friends tease me about it. They laugh and called me a family girl, a home girl, and I jiust smile about it. I didn’t mind their playful remarks one bit. I felt blessed to have a loving home to return to and my special about home-cooked food and for now, I'll still be attending any lectures from my father's house until I am satisfied.

A very long time ago, I think I was about 9 years old as at then, something happened in our family that really touched everyone, even the smallest of us that was about 3 years old, felt it the same way we all felt it. I remember the tension in the house, the lost appetite, the sleepless nights, the tears, the worries. I'm the eldest child, and I remember having to comfort my younger siblings during that time, it was a very critical time in our family and even till today, we still remember it, how God turned things around for us.

One day, my mother's neck started swelling, it was very painful as she could not eat or drink or even swallow saliva, she was always awake at night due to the pains and crying and praying for God to heal her. She went for a test, the test result was very scary, she was told that fibroid was growing in her neck and the only solution will be a surgical operation in the neck. It was during holiday, because I remember we were always at home, assisting my mother to refill a small container with sand for her to spit saliva in, since she couldn't swallow. My mother didn't eat for days, she slimmed down and even as a kid, I lost appetite for play, food and many others.

She went to the hospital and booked a day for the operation, and about two weeks to the operation, a stranger met her on the road and told her that God sent him to tell her not to go for the operation, that she will be healed. My mother was very surprised, she never told anyone about the illness, neither did we, she instructed us not to tell anyone about it, so really it was God. The day of all other days came, where the tension, cry, lost of appetite and so on climbed to the fullest, my mother wanted to go to the hospital for check-up on how fatal the fibroid had grown and if she still had much time left. I remember I was eating with my siblings in the kitchen when my mother walked in and told us she was going to the hospital, and that she doesn't know how her visit to the hospital will be, she said this in a breaking tone as if she was about crying.

And immediately, we lost appetite, tears started rolling down from my eyes, and my siblings started crying too, my mother at this point could not hold her tears anymore, all of us cried including the last born. My mother tried to console us, but how could we be consoled when she was still shedding tears. My siblings and I immediately remembered God as the great healer and physician, and so we said a little word of prayer for my mum while tears was still flowing, that God should heal her. We watched her leave for the hospital, the cry didn't stop, and I prayed so hard that it shouldn't be the last time I'll ever get to see my mother, everyone had lost appetite for everything. She returned from the hospital with a happy and nervous mood, the test result showed that the fibroid in her neck had disappeared without traces, and she was completely fine, as no illness could be found in her. She was nervous because the throat was still swelled, but amazing the throat returned to it's normal form within two days, and she was fine as if she was never sick, the illness vanished the same way it appeared. God had healed her and kept her alive for us, since then I see it that God is fast to act when children cry and are heartbroken, it might be.

I had been looking forward to going home for a short break, but things didn’t go as planned. Life threw lemons, and before I knew it, the opportunity slipped away. I couldn’t make the trip, but I knew I had to find another way to show my love and care. So, I decided to send a gift home instead, something that could carry my heartfelt thoughts.

I reached out to a trustworthy friend and shared my plans with him. He understood how important this was to me and agreed to help. Within two weeks, he traveled to my state, picked up the gift I had prepared, and headed back home to deliver it directly to my Mom.

Then, the moment I had been waiting for finally came. My phone rang, and it was my Mom on the other end. She was so happy, screaming with joy, and full of gratitude. Her voice was filled with excitement, and she couldn’t stop thanking me. It was one of those moments where you just feel like everything was worth it.

Soon after, my sisters called as well. They were part of the plan too, and they were equally overjoyed. Each of them took turns expressing how much they appreciated the effort I made to make them all feel loved and thought of. It wasn’t just about the gift; it was about the thought behind it, and they all felt it deeply.

After I hung up, I sat there for a moment, letting it all sink in. I felt incredibly blessed. There was something about being able to provide for my family, even from a distance, that made me feel proud. It wasn’t just about being a son or a brother anymore; I was starting to understand what it meant to be someone they could rely on.

I realized that I was slowly stepping into a new role. I was becoming a caregiver, maybe even a man.

I came home after some time at school and working outside. As I was returning, I enjoyed looking at my neighborhood. The palm trees were tall and green, just like I remembered.

Suddenly, I had a flashback. I thought about the days when we were all at home together. I didn't have to work back then. My big sister was still in university, and my little sister was in secondary school. We used to pick palm fruits after they were cut down from the trees. We had so much fun together.

How I laughed when I recall how cunny I was then just to ease my own workload. I always had a way to sweet talk my way at the slightest detection that I was lagging in picking speed.

Thinking about those times made me happy. But now, it felt different. My big sister is married, and my little sister is still in school. Things have changed a lot. I still love my family, but I miss the good old days when we were all together at home but that's growth for you.

Back then, it wasn't really like I enjoyed the stress of picking those fruits with my siblings, but remembering it, all I see is family love.

THE HUMAN CHAMELEON
A person who often changes his or her beliefs or behavior in order to please others or to succeed.
PEEK INTO THE FUTURE💭:
Pim 🚗pim 🚗
Driver :Young Lady ,can you watch where you are going?
Young Lady:Sorry ,I lost my way
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🌹Back In Time🌹
Adaeze was a young spinster in her mid thirties ,First Daughter of The Otutuchkwu’s Family. She is a gorgeous lady ,chubby , and has dazzling eyes ,glowing skin and voice that makes ones’ heart jingle,who always helped others succeed but sadly,was a shadow of herself.
She could go any length to make others happy but she was bittered and sour. Her father passed on after a scorpion 🦂 sting on their way to farm one evening,and ever since then ,her and her mother had to take care of her siblings,feeding once a day from the cassava farm then had.
As each day ,month and years passes ,Adaeze was always reprimanded and reminded to bring home a hubby especially her mother who won’t let her hear the last of it ;in her mother’s voice Adaeze “Kedu mgbe ị ga-akpọta di(When will you bring home a husband?),aren’t you go to give me grandchildren?”,you know I’m aging,all your siblings are married yet no one has come to ask of your hands in marriage.
These words always seems to pierce the Adaeze’s heart because suitors aren’t coming by.
All are siblings are all married with children and she is still hoping on God.
She went on job hunting on faithful morning,where flashes of her mom’s life-tormenting words keep hitting on her ,flashing through her memories,little did she know ,lost in thought 💭 she was approaching a moving vehicle which almost knocked her down
Pim 🚗pim 🚗,drifted back from her thoughts 💭
Driver :Young Lady ,can you watch where you are going?
Young Lady:Sorry ,I lost my way
PRESENT 🌻
The young man in his early fourties’ came down from his vehicle and saw Adaeze on the floor,helped her up and cleaned her dress that was dusty as a result of her subconsciousness that drifted her to fall.He offered her a ride,
and asked why she was lost in thoughts and tearing up.
She explained to the young man that she was coming back from job hunting but wasn’t qualified for the job because she barely was academically qualified as her father died early and her poor mother could barely afford a three square meal;so she couldn’t exceed the secondary school level and the job required a BSc holder,and the CEO of the company was desperately trying to have sexual advances on her so she could pass the interview but Adaeze declined the offer and slammed the door.
After the young man heared her story ,he was touched and decided to her find a befitting job of her qualification.
Little did she know it was the young man ,she helped in the past shivering on a park bench after a heavy downpour,with his clothes drenched.Without hesitation, Adaeze offered him her jacket and directed him to a nearby shelter.
He later recognized her ,approached her with a warm smile, his eyes filled with gratitude.
"I'll never forget what you did for me that night," he said. "It changed my life."
Adaeze was surprised but touched. She had no idea that her small act of kindness had had such a profound impact. The young man, whose name was Alvin, told her how her jacket had kept him warm that night.
As they talked, Adaeze realized that Alvin had become a successful business man and established several companies over the globe. She was filled with a sense of joy and satisfaction, knowing that her compassion had made a difference in someone's life.
Few years passed and Adeaze beauty draw Alvin’s attention.He proposed to her in the park they first met ,they lived happily ever after.
Unfortunately her mother died but she was fulfilled that her mother’s ever wishes for her to get married was visualize .
Who would have thought that her compassionate mind would help her.
Moral Lesson:Be Compassionate
Don’t give up ,God is always on time,As the saying goes God’s timing is the best

Adaeze POV:
So kids its time for bedtime
Go to bed
Adaeze :Early to bed
Carl And Bethel ☹️Adaeze’ Sons)
Early to rise …,they said

I had taken a nap from 6 — 9pm, and it turned out to be exactly what my body needed. It was an unexpected rest that helped me recharge and get back on track. When I woke up, my phone was buzzing. It was my mom, she never misses our Sunday call routine.

With a dizzy voice, I answered the call. She immediately started to apologize for disturbing me, but I cut her off. Honestly, what more could I ask for than the love and care of a devoted mother? Her calls are a regular part of my week, and they mean a lot to me.

Nobody else calls me as often as she does, especially on weekends. Her calls are a check-up on my progress, my health, and, most importantly, whether I made it to church. It’s something I look forward to each week.

Today, everything was in order. I had made it to church, my health was good, and I updated her on everything she wanted to know. The stress I had been feeling lately seemed to lift, thanks to her love and concern. It’s amazing how such a simple phone call can have such a positive impact on my day.

Hanging up, I felt much better and more grounded. It’s moments like these that remind me of how lucky I am to have such a caring mother in my life.

Once upon a time
There lived a man called Hebert, who hails in a village called ogbaku in Oguta local government area of IMO state Nigeria
He is married with two children named Nkemefuna and Chukwuebuka
Nkemefuna is the first son of Herbert and elder brother to Chukwuebuka
Chukwuebuka is the second and last born of Herbert and younger brother to Nkemefuna
One day Herbert decided to conduct a loyalty test on his Children
He called both of them and gifted different packages to them and instructed them not to open it till the next 15 days
Chukwuebuka collected his own with gladness of heart even though he has not known what’s inside but Nkemefuna rejected his because his father refused to give him money that he has been asking for not knowing that the content of his package is far more than what he has been asking for
He later collected it and threw it away, after 15 days his father gave them the go ahead order Chukwuebuka opened his package and found a check that changed his life for good while Nkemefuna saw it rushed to dustbin where he threw his own but it’s no where to be found ..

Many years ago when I was still a kid, I lost my best friend at a very tender age, literally we shared everything together and we even slept together in each other house many times but everything came to a standstill when I lost him.

Well, I was told they traveled but I couldn't believe the fact that my best friend will travel without letting me know first but I accepted it but I kept hoping that we will see again anytime I looked at the necklace he gave me

Some years later, I was later told my friend didn't traveled but had gone to the hospital for leukemia and couldn't make it out. Hearing that my legs were limb and my tongue tied up.

I ran to my room to get the necklace he gave me but I couldn't find it anymore and I lost it completely. For the fact that my friend died and the lost necklace as well, I was emotionally drained.

Thank God for the timely intervention of my parents, I was rehabilitated, according to them I was going through an emotional trauma which could have affect me badly

Growing up I still live with the regret of not helping my friend and losing the necklace he cherish, I always cry thinking about him always telling me that everything will be fine.

I've always wanted a laptop since I was in Year 1. I remember sitting in class, watching my friends use their laptops for their homework and projects. I would dream about having one of my own. But when I got into the university, I started to think more about my family's situation. My parents spent a lot of money on my education, especially before I began university. I had siblings who were also in school, and I did not want to be selfish and ask for a laptop when I knew they needed things too.

Two years later, something amazing happened. It was my birthday, and I walked into the living room, expecting to find the usual cake and birthday wishes. Instead, my parents surprised me with a brand-new laptop! I was so shocked.

I couldn't wait to use it for my classes, to do research, and to connect with my friends. But once I turned it on, I realized I had a lot to learn. There were so many buttons and features I didn’t know how to use. Basic tasks felt challenging at first, and I sometimes felt frustrated.

I decided that instead of giving up, I would take my time to learn. I started by watching simple how-to videos online. I learned how to open files, create documents, and use different programs. Each small victory made me feel more confident. I also found some apps that helped me study and manage my time better.

Every day, I would sit down with my laptop and practice. Sometimes I asked my friends or older siblings for help when I got stuck. They showed me new tricks and shortcuts that made using the laptop much easier. The more I learned, the more I realized how useful it could be for my studies and hobbies.

I also started exploring creative skills, like digital art and music production. With my laptop, I could write stories, edit videos, and even learn to code.
It doesn't end, for now, the advantages that I've seen is the larger frame and more tools for each tab, also the faster processor.

Always learn my people.

I was still in primary school back then when this incident happened.
It was a normal day when my sister and I came home from school. We sat down to eat our lunch, smelling the delicious food my mom had made, when suddenly we heard a strange sound. It was like stones hitting the roof, making a loud noise.

Curious, we jumped up and ran outside. What was happening? We stood there in shock, looking at the sky. That’s when we realized it wasn’t stones at all—it was ice! Ice was falling from the sky, bouncing off the ground and rolling away.

It felt like a scene from a movie, and we were excited to watch. My sister and I looked at each other with big eyes, and without thinking, we started to pick up the pieces of ice. We were thrilled, thinking it would be fun to eat it.

My sister collected a lot of ice in her little hands. We were just waiting for the right time to try it, but then our mom came outside. She saw us and rushed over with a worried look on her face.

Taking the ice from our hands. She explained that it might not be safe to eat ice that had fallen from the sky. We felt a little sad but listened to her. She spoke to us friendly and softly so that we dont feel bad before pouring them away and taking us back inside the house.

About four months ago, I had a talk with my dad. We were discussing the new building project he had planned, and somehow it turned into a conversation about my room. My dad said he wouldn’t be putting tiles on the floor, and I thought he was trying to trick me. I argued that having floor tiles would be cool and different. "Why choose the same old styles? Tiles would be fun!" I said.

He smiled, but I could tell he was being a bit sneaky. "Trust me, there won’t be any tiles when you come home from school" he said. I wanted to believe him, but I had a feeling he might be lying.

After our talk, I went about my day, wondering what he would really choose for my room. When the day finally came, my dad gave me the key to my room. I felt excited as I unlocked the door.

When I walked in, I was shocked. The whole floor was covered in beautiful tiles! I couldn’t believe it. My dad actually did it! I had a feeling he was tricking me, but I was so happy. The tiles were exactly what I wanted.

I laughed and danced around my room in excitement. My dad might have played a little trick on me, but he knew I would love it. I realized that sometimes a small surprise can make you really happy.

This was during holiday season that I will never forget, my uncle and aunty came to visit our family, they brought with them a lot of gifts and there were lots of fun, they took me and my siblings out to places that amazed us because we had never been there before. We visited places like rivers, cinemas and other places of high value. My uncle and aunty are siblings from the same mother and father.

One morning during this holiday, my uncle promised to take me and my siblings to somewhere later in the evening, that he wants to go somewhere with my aunty and so we should prepare so we can all go to the places once he returns with my aunty. My uncle drove out with my aunty and it was as if we should fast forward the time, because we couldn’t wait to find out where they wanted to take us to.

Later that afternoon, a very heavy rain fell for hours, deep in my mind, I was praying that the rain stops before evening so my uncle and aunty can return and take us to this exciting surprise place. The rain fell till evening and later stopped, me and my siblings were set to go on this outing, but my uncle and aunty didn’t return. We waited till night, and we were sure at this point that the outing won’t be possible anymore.

My uncle and aunty later returned in the night around 8 pm and they came home without the car they drove out with; they were soaked in water from head to toe, and their clothes were very wet. While the rain was falling, they were driving along a construction site where a big and large pit was dogged, there was water everywhere, even the pit was filled up with water and they drove into the pit. The car was completely submerged underwater and water filled up everywhere inside the car. Water covered my uncle and aunty, and they started gasping for breath, their lives flashed before their eyes.

Luckily for them, they were rescued by people that were passing by when this happened, the car was towed to the workshop, the engine and all electrical equipment in it was damaged. My uncle and aunty came home traumatized because they had thought that it’s their last moment on earth, if not for the people that came to their rescue, although we missed the outing we planned to embark on, we were happy that their lives was not lost, it would have been a very tragic incident.

I was sent an errand to another state two days ago. I spent hours trying to sort out what I went there for. As the bus finally parked into the garage, I felt a wave of exhaustion wash over me. The long journey had taken it's toll - cramped seats, delayed connections, and endless hours of sitting had left me feeling drained.
I gathered my belongings and made my way through the crowded platform, my legs aching with each step. The thought of facing the rest of my day, of unpacking and settling back into routine, felt like a monumental task.

As I emerged from the garage, I was greeted by the bright sunlight, I squinted and raised my hand to shield my eyes, feeling like a traveler emerging from a long, dark tunnel.(Nigeria and bad road ehn🤧)
I had lost count of the hours, the minutes, the seconds. All I knew was that I was tired, tired of moving, tired of waiting, tired of being in transit.

I made my way home on my last "body battery". As I opened the door to our house, I felt a wave of relief wash over me this time, as my mum had already prepared dinner.

With a sigh and a smile, I dropped my bags to the floor and collapsed onto the couch, letting out a deep breath as I felt the soft cushions envelop me. I greeted my mum, but I didn't move from there, I closed my eyes, and let myself drift away into a well-deserved sleep. The journey was over, and I was home at last.