Funny/Hilarious Stories & Experiences

I woke up this morning with the realization that my hair was becoming unruly and in desperate need of a trim. The thought of my upcoming test and the school authorities' strict policy against untidy hair compelled me to make an immediate trip to my favorite salon.

As I entered the salon, I noticed the absence of my usual hairdresser. Panic set in, as I had grown accustomed to his skills and trusted his expertise. The other stylists seemed competent, but I couldn't help but feel unsure about letting them touch my hair.

Reluctantly, I approached one of the available stylists and tried my best to articulate how I wanted my hair cut. However, the anxiety gnawed at me, and doubt lingered in the back of my mind. Nevertheless, I took a deep breath and decided to place my trust in the hands of the stylist.

To my dismay, the haircut turned out to be a disaster. My hair was uneven, with jagged edges and an overall sloppy appearance. I could barely recognize myself in the mirror. Frustration welled up within me, and in a fit of anger, I paid the stylist only half of the usual cost of the haircut. I wanted to express my dissatisfaction but couldn't find the words to do so.

The next day at school, my worst fears came true. My fellow students couldn't stop laughing at my funny haircut. Everywhere I went, their snickers and pointing fingers followed me like a shadow. Even during the exam, as the room fell silent, a student sitting next to me burst into laughter after catching a glimpse of my hair. My face flushed with embarrassment, adding another layer of distraction to an already challenging test.

The laughter hurt, and I couldn't shake off the feeling of humiliation that clung to me like an unwanted accessory. Yet, deep down, I knew that I couldn't let this setback define me. I had to find a way to rise above the ridicule and reclaim my confidence.

In the following days, I sought solace in the support of close friends and family who reminded me that hair grows back, and this too shall pass. Their words of encouragement and genuine care helped me regain my perspective. I also took the opportunity to experiment with styling my hair in different ways, embracing the unique aspect of my new look. Slowly but surely, I began to rebuild my self-assurance, realizing that my worth extended far beyond my appearance.

As time passed, the laughter subsided, and my funny haircut became yesterday's news. The incident taught me a lesson for real.

A renowned hunter called Gbom in the era we were told that both humans and animals coexisted. His den gun never missed a target. He was so skillful at hunting and was known for it everywhere at that time. He killed many animals, small and big. Gbom was not alone in this hunting. He had two giant dogs whose names were Piante and Injiko, and used to use a flute in calling them to perform any task or especially when he wanted them to attack an animal. On and on, he kept on with the game. Unknown to him, the animals on the other hands were scheming, planning on how to eliminate their common enemy, Gbom. Hence, this day, they summoned all the animals and discussed the way forward. It was the tortoise who suggested that one of the animals to transform in a beautiful damsel and lure Gbom into marrying her and once that is done, the lady in question should try and find out the secret behind Gbom's success in hunting and killing them unabated. All the animals concurred and an antelope was chosen to carry out the task which was successful. Gbom ended up marrying a wife from the beasts as planned by the animals, courtesy of Mr. Tortoise's suggestion.
Now, Gbom is settled down with his beast wife unknown to him. One day, after the evening meal, a sensitive conversation ensued between Gbom and his new beast-wife. '' my husband, she said, 'you are so skillful at hunting no doubt, and one could wonder that, apart from your dogs and as you shoot without missing, what else is your secret? Unknown to Gbom, he began to reveal all the secret to the wife. ''Well, he said, ''apart from all those you mentioned, I do turn to sand when the animals charged at me or turn to grasses or shrubs, green or dried, any one available or I turn to insects around when ever the animals attacked me''. The next day, the wife ran away back to the animals' kingdom and reported all she was told to the animals. At this point, the animals were battled ready for Gbom and began laying ambush for him.
One day, Gbom went to farm to inspect his traps. He does this without his dogs so that the dogs are not trapped by the trap. In fact, he left the dogs on chain and did not go with the two flutes he used to calling the dogs as well. Meanwhile, the animals who were by now monitoring his movement without his knowledge closed up at him that day and charged at him to kill. Gbom quickly changed to sand, the animals crushed all the sand. Seeing that he was found in that, he changed to grass, the animals found him. He changed to an insect, the animals equally saw him. Seeing that all his tricks were swallowed by animals, he quickly climbed a huge and tall Iroko tree. The animals quickly brought in axes and were cutting down the tree. Up there, Gbom sat knowing nothing to do than saying his last prayer. Just then, a dove flew and perched above him. Gbom began to beg the Dove to help him fetch his flutes so he could use and call his giant dogs for a great task. The Dove refused. The Dove said, Gbom used to chase him whenever she came to eat little grains from his silos. Just then, Mr. Hawk came hovering above Gbom. Gbom once again begged but Mr. Hawk complained that Gbom and others do chased him away whenever she wanted to catch just one Chick for a meal. Meanwhile, the animals intensified the cutting down of the tree and it was about swaying. Just then, Mr. Eagle came, she perched above Gbom. Gbom once again begged Mr. Eagle. The eagle agreed with one condition that he would bring the flutes and stay meters above and be throwing them at Gbom. At least, to that, Gbom concurred. So, the eagle went, brought in the flutes, went ten meters above and threw one at Gbom. Gbom managed to grasp it but failed. The flute landed on the ground and the animals crushed it into pieces. The Eagle went further above Gbom again. This time, about twenty meters away and threw the last flute. Gbom managed to grasp it by hands but the object slipped and finally hung between his toes. Gbom picked up the flute and began to call his giant dogs. As the two dogs heard the blasting of the flute as it filled the air, they knew their master was in danger and even on chains, they broke them, dashed out and began to hurriedly run towards the sound and direction where their master was. Lo and behold, the animals on seeing the giant dogs started running away. There was a great stampede. Big and small animals in large numbers were killed that day by Piante and Injiko, the giant dogs. It was the last blow and a huge loss on the side of the animals just as when the pharo and his army chariots were distroyed in the sea.

There's this guy in our neighborhood that always starts his generator in the night, when everyone might have slept.

He does this so that he won't be disturbed. Then the generator will run throughout the night till fuel finishes.

One afternoon, my father told me to put on the generator let him check something.

After starting the generator, this guy that don't like people disturbing him was the first person to bring his phone to charge.

I wanted to ignored him and go inside but the stupid guy came and knocked on our door.

My father came out to collect his phone and charged.

This thing pained me, I wanted to tell my father to return the phone but I just let it slide.

Two weeks later, I saw this guy buying fuel and I knew immediately that he will put on his generator today.

That day, I waited for him. He put on his generator by half past eleven.

Before I could take my phone to him, he had already gone inside.

I went to the generator and put it off.

He came out to check what was wrong but saw nothing.

He started the generator again but before he could run inside, I came out from hiding and gave him my phone to charge.

The guy was surprised, he had no choice than to collect the phone.

This people don't know me in this village oo.

It was a hot morning, and was already hungry.
I found myself in possession of just #300. Determined to satisfy my hunger, I dashed to the store, desperately seeking three eggs to fry and quickly tackle the hunger.

But as I stood in my kitchen, a bold idea popped into my head. Why not try something new? Feeling a surge of inspiration, I cracked the eggs into a bowl, ready to embark on a new inventory adventure.

In a professional manner, I added a splash of milk, a sprinkle of sugar, and a pinch of salt to the egg mixture. The kitchen was soon enveloped in an aroma that could rival the finest restaurants in the world. I couldn't wait to get this heavenly stomach inside my stomach, I thought.

I eagerly picked up my fork, imagining the fabulous flavors that awaited. But as soon as I took a generous bite, my smile quickly morphed into a contorted frown. It was a disaster!

The taste that greeted my unsuspecting taste buds was a catastrophe beyond belief. It was as if the eggs had turned into a chaotic culinary circus, where milk, sugar, and salt were performing wild acrobatics that left me utterly bewildered. My mouth was assaulted with contrasting flavors that could only be described as comically disastrous.

Sitting there, perplexed and disappointed, I realized the gravity of my mistake. Trying something new had led me down a culinary rabbit hole, and now I was left with an unappetizing disaster. It was a hilarious reminder that sometimes, it's best to stick to the tried-and-true recipes and leave the culinary adventures to the professionals.

In between laughter and disappointment, I made a solemn vow to myself. Never again would I risk my last bit of money on such an outlandish experiment.

Omo, I just carried the whole mess to the kitchen, emptied in my trash bad and went back in to think about my life.

I love the way my church focused invited a doctor to come and talk on Genotype yesterday in church instead of the actual preaching.

One of our member asked why he's AA and his wife is AS and their daughter is SS.

Doctor said the daughter isn't his own, na so church scatter 💔💔

I had spent all my time preparing for the most challenging exam of the semester, and my brain was fried. I needed a break from all the stress, a moment of respite.

As I sat at my desk, a sudden craving for hot, good food. The thought of a steaming bowl of soup or a hearty plate of pasta became unbearable to resist. Didn't realize it was almost night and my stomach had been bare with emptiness.

I headed into the kitchen. I rummaged through sack bags, gathering the ingredients for a simple but satisfying dinner. The aroma of spices and herbs filled the air as I imagined the uncooked food out of hunger.

But then disaster struck. I had filled the pot a little too full, and as the water came to a boil, it started overflowing. Panic surged through me as the hot, bubbling liquid spilled onto the stovetop, igniting a fiery blaze. Flames engulfed the pot, and I watched, frozen with shock.

Realizing that I needed to act quickly, I grabbed a wet towel from the sink and rushed to control the flames. The searing heat and smoke filled the room as I fought to extinguish the fire. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the flames went down, leaving behind a charred pot.

Exhausted and shaken, I abandoned any notion of continuing with my cooking. The pungent smoke filled my nostrils and flushed out every desire that I had for making a sumptuous meal earlier.

As I cleaned up the mess and surveyed the damage, I realized how fortunate I was that the situation hadn't escalated further. It was a humbling and same time caused a dismay.

I just flung open my kitchen door, and dived on my bed.
With hunger hitting me up, I had to struggle to sleep as that was the best thing to do then.

I remember the day when I went to the market with my close friend, Victor. We had decided to go shopping for clothes, looking for something stylish and affordable. As we entered the clothing store, we came across a rack of shirts from a popular brand that we both liked.

While going through the shirts, I noticed that the ones with the originality tag were significantly more expensive than the ones without it. I decided to opt for the cheaper shirts, knowing that they were of the same brand and quality, minus the inflated price and the originality tag.

However, Victor had a different approach. He insisted on buying the expensive ones, stating that he wanted to showcase his preference for quality and authenticity. He made fun of me for choosing the replicas, calling them cheap imitations. I tried to advise him, explaining that the only difference between our shirts was the tag and the price. But Victor wouldn't listen. He ignored my advice and insisted on his choice.

Days later. By coincidence, we both ended up wearing our newly bought shirts on the same day. As we walked through the streets, I couldn't help but notice the attention my shirt was getting. People were complimenting its vintage charm—its slightly darker shades giving it a unique and distinct look.

On the other hand, Victor's shirt didn't seem to attract as much attention. As time went by, it became evident that his expensive purchase was fading away, losing its original color, and losing the appeal it once had.

Meanwhile, my cheaper replica shirt remained as good as new. Its fabric retained its vibrant colors, and its authenticity shone through, despite the absence of the originality tag.

I have conserved my money and had something of higher quality.
Victor regretted his decisions and has been taught.

As I walked up to the bus stop, I couldn't help but notice the dilapidated bus waiting there. It had seen better days, that was for sure. Its faded paint job spoke much about its age and questionable mechanical stability. But it was my only option, there were no other buses around and I was determined to reach my destination with no delay.

The bus was packed, and I found myself squeezing into a vacant seat near the back. I couldn't help but feel a little uneasy as the engine groaned and wheezed into action. It seemed like this rusty old bus was as unsure about its travel capabilities as I was.

As we began our journey, the bus began to bounce and rattle with every pothole and bump in the road. It was like being on a wild roller coaster, except without the exhilaration. With every jolt, my buttocks took a beating, and I couldn't help but wince with each painful landing. Girls on the bus screamed even before the driver reached a posthole.

To distract myself from my aching behind, I decided to engross myself with a movie video on my phone. There was a guy dressed as if he were ready to climb Mount Everest, complete with hiking boots and a backpack. A woman sitting across from me had a parrot perched on her shoulder, and it kept squawking and flapping its wings, adding another layer of chaos to the already rowdy atmosphere. Was as if I was a refugee.

But the most amusing sight was a little kid with a balloon. Every time the bus hit a particularly rough patch of road, the balloon would wildly bounce around, nearly smacking unsuspecting passengers in the face. The child would giggle uncontrollably as his balloon had a mind of its own, he was unbothered be the falls and impacts he took on each jolt.

Despite the chaos and discomfort, there was an odd atmosphere between us passengers. We would exchange knowing smiles and empathetic nods with each jolt or bounce. We were all in this together, after all.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of bumpy roads and heart-stopping moments, the bus came to a halt. I stumbled off, my legs feeling like jelly, and couldn't help but laugh at the whole experience. I had made it to my destination intact, with no injuries other than my aching buttocks.

I have always been scared of animals. Any animal at all be it goat, cat, chicken, duck, turkey, snake, cow and even rat.
As a growing child, my mum kept chickens but somehow I couldn't overcome my fear of them. This afternoon, I went to a fruit store at the next street to buy some fruits. The shop is in front of a compound.
There was no one there and so I moved closer to the entrance of the compound and called out. That was when I saw a dog at the far end of the compound. I don't know why I did it but I just decided to stare at the dog. See me.
Me that is so scared of dogs that if I am heading somewhere and halfway there I see a dog sleeping on the street, I won't pass. If I don't see anyone to walk me across, I'll turn back and find an alternative route.
I stared at the dog and it stared back. I didn't look away, I kept staring. After some seconds the dog looked away but I didn't. I was already feeling like the Champion and conqueror.
It looked back at me and saw I was still staring and it took a step forward. Fear gripped me and I looked away. I took a step backwards even though it was a bit far from where I was standing. I looked at it again and realized it was coming forward steadily. Omo I tear race. The champion in me has come down to 0%.
I ran to the next street and checked from a vantage point. The dog has come out from the compound into the street. I didn't wait to think. I ran into another street and from there followed another longer route to my house.
Fruit I no buy again. I bought groundnut with the money to congratulate myself on yet another wonderful escape.

The bony head seated beside me wasn't smiling and that was a red flag already.
I didn't read much for the exam and any little help I would find, I hoped to utilize. But the heavyweight 2000-pound head right beside me was even finding it hard to take my hands when I reached out for a handshake after being directed to the desk where I was to write the supposed exam.

It was half past the end time when I ran out of ideas; I had picked all the answers to the one I knew and perhaps a hand wouldn't hurt.
I glanced at the long face and he repositioned his paper and tried to conceal it from my eyes.

I felt bad for myself and for the family that birthed the simp. A lady doing that would be tolerable, but a full-grown man?..

I smiled and got back to my work, realizing just then that I had to rely on my knowledge and not cheat my way through the exam, no matter how difficult it seemed.

I tried my best to focus on the questions, going through them carefully and slowly. As I wrote, I couldn't help but wonder why the guy beside me had been so defensive. Was he more responsible than me? more righteous? Or could it be that it was pure wickedness?

Regardless of his reasons, I knew now that I had to do the right thing. I ignored the guy's presence and continued to work on my exam, determined to do my best.

As time ticked by, I managed to answer most of the questions, even if I wasn't entirely sure of all the answers. I finally put down my pen and handed in my exam paper.

Though I submitted earlier, I was to sit back and await the remaining time to countdown.
The man I had handed my paper over to was impressed by it obviously because he had been making good remarks about it and smiling same time at me.

"You finished early", I heard the big head say, with a grin.
I wondered if he was referring to me, could it be that he was one of these people whose brain touches, a minute they are responsible, the next minute, they are goats.

"Can you help me with questions number 25 to 60 please?", he added.
I could have turned away but then my curiosity pondered on what effrontery he had to ask for help after humiliating me and then I decided to help him. I am a good person.

He was filled with joy and thanked me after the exam as though I saved his life. I told him I was happy to help him, and while he left, I took a glance his way and let out a laugh. Surely he's getting an "F" on that course.

A slow chill passed through my nerves, it was relaxing and exciting, sweet and scary, warm and cold.

"Was it the movie I watched? " I asked myself.
Earlier that day, I watched a frightening or let's say a horror movie. I love watching horror or action content, they are the only scenes that engage me, and the rest of the niches are undeniably boring.

It was a long Sunday and after the tussles with tiring chores and preparation for the Monday work, I had hugged a couch and disconnected from the General air channel to Digital Display, then inserted the horror CD I bough a day ago.

It was so full of fun at first when my siblings were there watching it together with me. They jumped sometimes sitting room dramatically. All these made the movie more interesting but things began to take a turn when they left the room one by one, leaving me alone in the dark. The movie seemed to become more intense, and the atmosphere in the room grew eerily quiet.

As the movie progressed, the suspense and fear started to get under my skin. With every jump scare and creepy scene, my heart raced and my senses heightened.

The tension in the movie was palpable, and I couldn't tear my eyes away from the screen, even though a part of me wanted to look away, at the shadows that lurked in the dark.

As the climax of the movie approached, a particularly intense scene played out. The music swelled, and a sudden jolt of fear shot through me. I couldn't help but grip the edge of the couch. The soft leather felts comforting at first, but then it was as if it grabbed my palms also, had to let go.

Finally, as the movie came to an end, the credits rolled on the screen. I let out a deep breath, realizing that the movie had taken me on an emotional rollercoaster ride.

I turned off the TV and with quick steps, ran from the evil smoke that followed me, or was it all in my head?.
Flap!, my foot made a sudden noise which throbbed my soul and got me running.
I dived beneath my bedsheet at once and covered my whole body, head inclusive while I struggled to sleep instantly with my eyelids tightening at each click sound the wall clock made.

My sister had one of the smartphones, among her peers.
A smart device that could display quality videos and amazing pictures, among other countless fascinating things it could do.

She would always send us on errands, make us do her work, and enslave us which we happily accept just so we could get hold of the phone and take pictures, or watch videos while she held it.

On this fateful day, I had gone on an errand for her, and in return, I expected her to reciprocate the deed by giving me her phone to have little fun with, but she didn't. I explained and argued and cried but my strength was wasted by her silence.

After thinking about how to revenge, I concluded that while she slept at night, I would sneak up to her and have the phone for myself for as long as I wanted.

I was awake until I saw her turn to the side and dropped her phone above the bed frame. I allowed her an extra minute to dive deep into sleep and went close. I already grabbed the device when my hand was seized. She hadn't slept yet. She got up and gave me a knock.

I let out a scream, having the phone was not a success yet, and an extra knock too?
A pain to sleep with.
I made sure my cry woke the whole family, the more I remembered how futile my whole plans were and how my plans were shattered, I increased the loudness of my wailing.

He shot webs out of his wrists, he was cool.
A smooth dive into the air and he'd float to a any direction he wanted.

Swinging from tall buildings to another, falling from the sky and sticking on surfaces easily seemed so exciting and I was to get this strength and loads of unique capabilities just by letting it sting.
Yes, I could find the source to all the strengths, they were all around me, back in the farms behind the yard.

I turned off the TV and went for the source. Caught them on the webbed lines they made. I took them all out and inserted in a tin until I had different breeds of the arachnids in the container.

It wasn't so painful, I said to myself after I received my first sting.
I quickly, after the second bite, flung my hand in the usual way my role model does, but no web came from my wrist.

Who knows?, maybe I don't have the powers yet because the right spider haven't bitten me, so I had about seven more feast on my flesh but still nothing, just a swollen neck where I placed them to bite.

My body was covered with itching boils the next day.
The pain I felt throughout my skin was excruciating.
Maybe I'll be a spiderman after this illness, but once I am fine again, I dare not go near another spider.

It was a day like no other in Nigeria. The news spread like wildfire: 1 dollar was now equal to 1 naira! Nigerians couldn't believe their ears. They felt like they had won the lottery. They dressed up in their best clothes and strutted around like kings and queens.

The market was a chaos! People were buying everything they could get their hands on. They didn't care about the prices. They thought they were rich. There was a man named Efe, who was clever but not very good at bargaining. He took all his life savings and ran to the currency exchange. He wanted to get as many dollars as he could. When they told him 1 dollar was the same as 1 naira, Efe's eyes popped out of his head.

He went back home and told his wife, "Darling, you won't believe what happened at the market! They said 1 dollar is equal to 1 naira!" His wife burst into laughter, like someone who had smoked too much weed. She said, "That's their way of fooling us, but they're taking it too far."

People started using dollars for everything. They used them to wipe their noses and make paper planes. Even dogs seemed interested in chewing on dollars. The food seller said, "If you want to taste my food, you need to pay 200 dollars. But if you just want a bite, 100 dollars will do."

One day, Efe took his dollars to the market. He saw a nice pair of shoes that he wanted. The seller said they cost 500 dollars. Efe just calmly said, "Oga, give me the one that costs 5 naira. I'm not playing your game."

As time went by, Nigerians realized that things were not as simple as they seemed. Efe also understood that they were being tricked by the idea of a dollar being the same as a naira. Eventually, Nigeria went back to its normal way of life, but the story still makes people smile.

And that's the story of the naira madness in Nigeria. People returned to their usual habits, and the Nigerian way of talking, known as pidgin, is still very common.

Once upon a time, in the town of Oakville, there lived a curious and tech-savvy boy named Stephen. Stephen was known for his love of gadgets, and his most prized possession was his trusty laptop, which he used for all sorts of adventures and creative projects.

One sunny afternoon, Stephen decided to take his laptop to a local park for some fresh air and a change of scenery. Little did he know that mischievous squirrels were lurking nearby, eager to cause trouble. As he became engrossed in his work, Stephen momentarily turned away from his laptop, only to discover that it had vanished when he looked back.

Panicked, Stephen searched high and low, but his beloved laptop seemed to have disappeared without a trace. Determined to get it back, he devised a plan. Stephen decided to leave a trail of his favorite snacks – cookies and nuts – leading from the park, all the way to his front door. He hoped that the scent would entice the culprits to return his laptop.

As luck would have it, the squirrels weren't able to resist the trail of treats. They eagerly followed the path, gobbling down the delicious offerings, and unknowingly leading Stephen right to their hidden stash. To his amazement, there it was, nestled among a pile of acorns, his laptop safe and sound.

Relieved and overjoyed, Stephen couldn't help but laugh at the comical situation. The mischievous squirrels had inadvertently become his laptop's protectors. From that day forward, he made sure to keep a close eye on his laptop, while also leaving occasional treats for his newfound squirrel friends.

Word of Stephen and his squirrel adventure spread throughout Oakville, becoming a favorite neighborhood tale. Stephen became known as the "Squirrel Laptop Hero," and his story served as a reminder that even in the most unexpected ways, laughter and a touch of silliness can turn a tale of loss into a hilarious and heartwarming memory.

In a bustling market in Lagos, there was a fruit seller named Bola. Bola was known for her charm and persuasive selling techniques. One day, she had a brilliant idea to attract more customers to her fruit stand.

She decided to put up a sign that read, "Magic Fruits! Taste them and gain superpowers!" People passing by were intrigued by the sign and gathered around her stall with curiosity.

A skeptical man approached and asked, "Magic fruits? Really?"

Bola grinned and replied, "Absolutely! These fruits are from a secret garden where they are blessed by ancient Nigerian spirits. Just one bite, and you'll be able to fly like a bird!"

The man laughed, thinking it was all a joke, but he couldn't resist trying it out. He took a bite of an ordinary-looking mango and pretended to flap his arms like wings. Everyone burst into laughter, and Bola joined in, encouraging the man, "Keep trying! It takes a few moments for the powers to kick in!"

Soon, more people gathered around, and Bola's magic fruit stall became the talk of the market. People started trying different fruits, pretending to have superpowers - some claimed to be invisible, some said they could read minds, and others claimed to have super strength.

Even the local police officer couldn't resist the fun. He took a bite of a banana and jokingly announced, "I can now catch criminals with my eyes closed!" Everyone cheered and had a good laugh.

As the day went on, the crowd grew bigger and merrier. Bola sold more fruits than ever before, not because of their magical properties but because of the joy and laughter she brought to the market.

At the end of the day, Bola confessed to everyone that the magic was all in the imagination and that they were just regular fruits. People laughed even harder, feeling both entertained and amused by the clever fruit seller.

From that day on, Bola's fruit stall became the most popular spot in the market, not for magic fruits, but for the magic of laughter and fun. And so, Bola's fruit-selling business thrived, making her the happiest and most beloved fruit seller in Lagos.

I was jogging into school when the day was greeted with a downpour or rather some drizzle at the time, though it was still a few distance from home, I decided to complete my jogging.

With a slow pace, I headed through the school paths, the tarred paths reflected imaginary dark rays which got me wondering about the physical principle behind the mirage.

I was close to a gymnastics center when the intensity of the downpour increased, I would have continued despite the chilly effect the drops sent down my spine but a look at the next shade (gym house), a friend called out to me.

"what are you doing there", I asked.
Favor is an age mate but wasn't with enough flesh, he equally lacked an appreciable height also.
So you see?
Me asking him what he was doing at the gym house was not out of place.

"I am here to gym...", he was still about to complete his statement when I burst out laughing.

"you want to what?", I knew he couldn't even lift a jug of water without sweating but he claims to be there to lift pounds of weight.
I followed him into the gym house and stood back to watch him make fun of himself.

He quickly approached a weight stand and lifted it with ease. I was surprised and utterly bewildered by the boisterous courage and how he continually lifted and pushed the weight up and below his shoulder level.

He stopped and asked me to try.
Without holding back, I held the weight.
If the small favor could do it, then I too can and even better.

I lifted the weight of the hook and the next thing, I saw myself crashing to the floor. I couldn't believe the sight of myself on the floor as I struggled to get up.

Favor laughed his eyes were almost falling off. He was about making more hilarious remarked when I quickly announced to the public that I didn't stand well and that was why I fell.

I stood up immediately after the gym assistant had taken the weight off me and went for the weight again. This time, I was able to lift it but deep down, I was struggling so hard to retain my stand.

I couldn't continue no more, I stared at the entrance and with a quick jolt, I dropped the weight and dashed out. I heard their laughter roaring across the street but I would rather have that than losing my life.

My secondary school days were among the fun times in my life. Though not seemingly fun then but reminiscing over that last and the presents provides a prudent answer.

The distance from home to school was far, very far I must say, about an hour and 30 minutes fast walk. But we don't mind, we never mind walking it 😂.

With friends, the distance always seemed shortened. We just save up our supposed transport fare so we can buy larger snacks during real-time in school.

Most often when we are running late, we do wait along a long tarred path definitely after walking an hour walk.
Free lifts do give people free rides there to the junction and that saves a lot of energy and time.

This particular day, we were running late and decided to wait for a free lift. While waiting, someone I knew stopped for me, he drove a mate-mortorcycle. I was running to meet up with it when a female in senior class who was also waiting for a free ride ran ahead and mounted the motorcycle🥴.

He didn't even check if it was me who mounted it, he zoomed off and almost immediately, the force jerked the senior off. She landed with a loud crash. Her nyash slamming the hard floor😔

And then he looked back and called me, I ran to him and mounted it, shaa I said sorry to the fallen victim 😂.

Rooney owned a bicycle and most times, people gather to plead with him so they could take a ride but he would always refuse.

I didn't know how to ride a bicycle then but I thought it was easy and all it should take is just to climb it and pedal in a clockwise direction.

I was looking at a movie at Rooney's family television when I heard his mother screamed at Rooney.
"you must go and bring back the bags!" Rooney's mum shouted as she unplugged the television from the fuse.

After series of word-fight between them, Rooney finally agreed to go get the bags of kernels. He asked that I followed him which I agreed with a condition that I was going to ride his bicycle afterwards.

"are you sure you can ride this thing?" he asked.
"yes I can ", I replied almost immediately.

Deep down I knew that I couldn't ride a bicycle but I don't want to forfeit my repayment so I climbed on it expertly and pedaled down a hilly road.

It was so easy at first but suddenly my hand began to shake and I could not concentrate on the road, rather I was focused on my legs.

Before I knew it, I saw myself on the air, the bicycle had jerked me up from the seat.
I let out a scream, who knows, a superhero might show up and save me.

I landed with my buttocks on the hard mud soil. I couldn't breathe, my nyash was on fire.

I struggled and stood up. I left the bicycle there and walked like someone wearing a padlock in-between my thighs to my house.

There was a young man named Chidi who was a yahoo boy. He used to scam people online by pretending to be a rich businessman or a foreign lover. He made a lot of money from his victims, but he was not satisfied. He wanted more.

One day, he met a fake pastor named Olu who claimed to have spiritual powers. Olu told Chidi that he could help him get more money from his clients if he followed his instructions. Chidi was curious and agreed to try.

Olu told Chidi to bring him a goat, a chicken, and a bottle of palm wine. He said he would use them to perform a ritual that would make Chidi's clients more gullible and generous. Chidi bought the items and brought them to Olu's church.

Olu took the items and went inside his office. He told Chidi to wait outside and pray. Chidi did as he was told, but he was also suspicious. He decided to peek through the window and see what Olu was doing.

To his shock, he saw Olu eating the goat and the chicken and drinking the palm wine. He realized that Olu was a fraud who was only interested in his money. He became angry and decided to teach him a lesson.

He went back to his car and took out a gun. He stormed into Olu's office and pointed the gun at him. He shouted, "You are a fake pastor! You have been deceiving me! Give me back my money or I will shoot you!"

Olu was terrified and begged for mercy. He said, "Please don't kill me! I'm sorry for what I did! I will give you back your money! Just spare my life!"

Chidi said, "Where is the money? Show me!"

Olu said, "It's in my bank account. I will transfer it to you right now. Just give me your account number."

Chidi gave him his account number and watched as Olu typed it on his phone. He waited for the alert to come.

But instead of an alert, he received a message from Olu that read: "You have been scammed by Pastor Olu. Thank you for your donation to God's work."

Chidi looked up and saw that Olu had escaped through the back door. He ran after him, but it was too late. Olu had vanished.

Chidi cursed and cried. He realized that he had been outsmarted by another scammer. He learned a bitter lesson that day: what goes around comes around.

The moral of the story is: don't cheat others or you will be cheated yourself. Be honest and work hard for your money. God bless Nigeria! 🇳🇬

We were occupants in a 3 stories building in the past 3 years. We inhabited the 3rd floor, while different tenants occupied the 2nd and lower floor.

Stephen was a pin in the flesh around the vicinity, once you hear a child crying, he was behind the scene. He bullied all around him and commanded them too.

I came down one day to play with the children, and all of a sudden, he started beating a friend of mine for no reason. I stood to confront him, but he slapped me. I cried and wanted to fight back, but his intimidating height was something I couldn't face.

From that day, I avoided Stephen. I would keep a distance and threaten him and then run when he approached to beat me up.
But I ensured I always declared that he wouldn't go unpunished for the slap he once gave me.

After some weeks, I saw Stephen's family packing out.
They shattered a bus and were stuffing it all up with their properties. I quickly thought about how to fulfill my words. I promised that he wouldn't go unpunished and I would keep to my word.

I watched as they stuffed the bus and when they were done, they bid us and the other tenants farewell and as they were entering the bus to depart, the bus was horning all through because they have delayed him enough.

I looked at my mum as she untied the diaper (pampers) from Angel my last born, I smiled and grabbed the diaper full of poo 💩, went to the outlet targeted Stephen's head and released the faeces 😂
I'll leave the rest of the story untold.