Dominion Okon @grandmaster

So I met someone today, who told me about how he escaped being slaughtered, not by his own power, but a clear intervention from God. It's been a while since I heard about incidents like this, but it's a proof that God still exists. I nearly shedded tears, he was the only one to make it out, the others couldn't. The incident itself has the power to traumatize anybody regardless, being that close to death, and even saying your last prayers and then you're set free.

According to this guy, he was traveling home last December for Christmas, when the driver diverted and took a road that no one in the bus had an idea of, and gave silly and petty excuses that didn't really make sense. The passengers didn't see it as a big deal, and kept cool. Until the driver stopped at a certain place where there was no house in sight, some armed thugs came out from the bush, and marched all of them to a shrine. The driver knew about this.

The guy said they met other people at the shrine, tied up mercilessly; ropes all round the body from head to toe, they were tied up too. The more touching part is that they were being slaughtered, one after the other, in front of all of them. The native doctor will say some incantation on a person before being slaughtered, the guy narrated how tears flowed in his eyes like a river, very hot tears. Watching someone being slaughtered, and helplessly waiting for your turn.

The guy said his phone was seized and used to video the incident, at this point, you are certain that it's your last moment on earth. This killers are obviously dealers of human part, because they made calls to tell the person on the other end that their order was ready. But when it was his turn, the native doctor after saying the incantation, said that the juju has rejected him, and so he should be freed and returned to where he was picked.

The native doctor asked which church he worships in, and told him to stick to his God very well. His belongings were returned to him, including his phone that was used to video the incident, and the native doctor told the thugs to make sure not to leave even a scratch on the guy's body. And that is how death that was staring at his face turned and left. The guy doesn't even know where the place is, he continued his journey to his home. He testified in church, it's a big testimony, it was God that saved him. He showed us the video in his phone, it looks like the end of the world is near.

For about two weeks now, I have been going through a very tough time in the hands of bean weevils, they were literally everywhere in my room; the floor, bed, table, chair, wall, ceiling, and will even rest on me at some point. The beans my parents bought for me last year October, as part of my provisions, was now a megacity for weevils. All along, I have been feeling too lazy to get rid of them permanently, and they capitalized on it, coupled with embarrassments.

Two of my classmates came to my house yesterday evening, around 5pm, we discussed about so many things, including school activities. Little did I know that this weevils will soon embarrass me big time. Things started turning around when it became dark, and there was power supply, the weevils flew around the bulb in numbers, resting everywhere in the house, including on our body. To my classmates, it was a funny thing, they laughed and took pictures of the whole stuff which they posted on our class's Whatsapp group.

The weevils even flew into our food and drinks, so uncomfortable that my classmates had to leave earlier than intended. I'm not exaggerating, it was such an embarrassment for me, the incident made the top headline in my class's Whatsapp group, they were laughed about it and narrated to my room as a haunted room, but it was a very sad thing for me. I caused it by allowing laziness to take over me, I made up my mind to do something about it this morning, and in the most tragic and brutal way possible.

I took the bag of beans outside, made sure that the fowls in the compound came close, then I used a sifter to separate the weevils from the bean, and you can imagine what followed. The fowls fed on the weevils till they were filled, believe me when I say that the weevils were much. The damage they did to my beans was heartbreaking, holes everywhere in my beans, that I allowed, but coming out to terrorize me in my own house was what I couldn't accept. I feel relieved that they are gone.

The laziness had cost me something, I still had to purchase an insecticide to be able to get rid of it completely, and now my classmates have started attaching weevil to my name as nickname, Kai! Such a pathetic way to kickstart this year/semester, I've learnt my lesson.

The festive period is over, now our regular lives continues, the decisions people took during the season is already taking a toll on some people, it's not going to be funny, January will have 70 days to some people. People spend and forget that they have a life after the season. Most people gather money from January till November, with the sole aim of lavishing it all in December, and start all over again the next year, how much more pathetic can it get.

Just the first day of a new year, somebody is already asking me to help him out with transportation fare, to travel from his village back to where he normally stays. This is the same person that was busy oppressing other people, with pictures of outings with girlfriend and friends, spending money as if Elon Musk is his father. I thought that he did really have more than enough to spare, but now it's clear that he was trying to impress people and feel among too.

Ever since I learnt to spend accords to my pocket, I have not had any problem that has to do with money. I spent money during this season, yes, but it was according to my capacity, not more than I have. The guy can't subject me to pressure now, I won't displease myself to please him, so I simply told him "No". I didn't lend him any money, I told him that I'm also traveling back to school, which is money draining, I won't face the penalty for his deeds.

Now if he successfully gets the money from somebody, and travels back to where he stays, has he thought about how he will feed? Certainly his own January will have up to 100 days, still he won't learn, he will repeat the same mistake again this year's December. If this January looks tough to anyone, the person should assess the way he spent during the festive period, he will agree with me that he spent too much. The guy now seems to be angry with me, for refusing to help him out with the transportation fare, hmm.

I told the guy many things; this is a new year, and if you don't have any big dream you have made up your mind to achieve, you're not going to get much out of this year. Write it down if possible, set targets for yourself or you will end up joining the general target; which is to work and save up to lavish all in December. There are people that their lives evolves round this cycle, not nice. Living under pressure is not my kind of thing anymore, that's the only way to have all round peace of mind. Have a wonderful year.

It's the season of the celebration of the birth of Jesus, celebrations of different forms is at play currently. This is the best Christmas celebration I have ever had, in the sense that I am not under any kind of tension, I'm celebrating according to my capacity, and above all, I am not pleasing anybody and displeasing myself. Christmas is about the celebration of the birth of our Saviour, and not going into depression to please people, but sadly this was my case.

My friends have always looked up to me, in seasons like this, to take them out, fund their Christmas celebration and buy gifts for them. I can not remember ever looking up to any of my friends during this season for any kind of benefit, I was always the one in the spotlight. And it was not as if I had more money than them, it was just that I loved putting smiles on people's faces. But I was doing all this at a high cost; displeasing myself and sending myself into depression.

Most times, nothing will be left for me after this season, as I would have spent everything to make my friends happy. What am awful life. I have promised not to pass my limits in spending, and this Christmas is evidence that I've kept my words. What I find funny is that as usual, my friends have contacted me and asked me if I'm take them out, good for me I learnt how to say 'NO' to people. More funny how about three of my friends have sent their bank account details to my WhatsApp.

I didn't tell any of them to send their bank account details, I've told them that they are the ones to host me this season, but unfortunately, no one has invited me to anywhere, not even to share a plate of rice. It's now as if I was always the one moving the motion, and nothing would be done without me. Well, it's not bad to be the only one giving out and making others happy, but that will only happy when I'm capable enough, not spending more than you have.

I have a lot of plans for next year, so I'm not going to spend more than I'm supposed to. I have still been able to split some amount and celebrate this season with my family members, and I'm not feeling depressed like other years, no kind of tension, I'm perfectly alright. My account has not been wounded. Moving forward, I'm never displeasing myself to please others again, it's Christmas, and we're even supposed to share with others, and show love and peace and care, not extorting from others

Enjoy the season!
Happy new year in advance!

Around this time last year, and on a very sunny afternoon, I was resting in my room when I heard commotions outside my compound, I stood up and went to find out what it was. On stepping outside, I discovered that it was a thief that was apprehended while trying to escape. He was caught loosening zinc, from the roof of somebody's house in a broad daylight. Then he was caught and beaten mercilessly before being handed over to the police.

Two days ago, in the evening, I was outside my room with my fellow tenants, gisting and having fun with words, when we heard disturbing noise of iron collision, coming from an uncompleted building. We decided to go close and find out what it was, after much inspection, we thought to ourselves that it must be a thief trying to pull out an iron frame from the window of the house. So we waited outside and kept cool, so the thief won't suspect anything.

It was long when we saw a guy coming out of the uncompleted building with an iron door frame in his hands, chiselled out from the wall. We asked him who he was and where he was going with the frame, the guy had a 100% comportment and kept cool as if he had just done something very good and cherish-able. He told us that the house owner paid him to remove and take it somewhere, good thing we knew the house owner and sent for him, while we told the guy to sit in the meantime.

It was at this moment that the guy started begging and confessing, that he was actually trying to steal the item. It wasn't long before the scene was crowded with people, and before the house owner arrived, people descended on the thief in a brutal manner. I recognized the thief as the same thief that removed somebody's roof last year, others confirmed and even added the thief was just released from the prison, and without wasting must time, he decided to go back to his old ways.

This time, the thief had hit the rock, the owner of the house was a retired military officer, the man complained of how thieves have frustrated his efforts in completing that house. The man placed a call for soldiers to come and pick the thief, the thief knew he was in hot soup now, and must pay for damages. Could it be because of the present economy that the guy steals uncontrollably? Where are the parents? Lots of questions in my mind, but honestly if you determine to live honestly, no matter the situation, you will succeed.

Being haunted by the dirty things someone did in the past is just the way to describe this story, we have to learn now or we "learn the hard way", according to VeryDarkMan. Just the other day, my neighbor who just signed out from the university, was following up a dispute between her coursemates, which escalated to something, and is still escalating to something bigger. It's just like someone about to receive a crown, but then a coffin of dirty secrets that was buried for years, got exhumed and opened.

My neighbor's coursemate, a girl by name Cynthia, who is pregnant and was supposed to get married to the father of her baby on the 28th of December, 2024, had a little misunderstanding with her fellow female coursemates, they confronted their selves physically and Cynthia slapped one of them. The coursemates, who were once her friends and partners in crime, knew in and out of her and vowed to bring her down with the information they had about her.

The coursemates released stuffs about Cynthia public, with evidence which includes pictures and videos, and also sent them to her husband to be. In Cynthia's past, she has worked as an escort girl, stripper, worked in a prostitution company, has slept with married man, several abortions and has slept with numerous lecturers. Her friends had evidence of the things they presented against her. She was even said to have slept with a lecturer of recent, while preparing for her wedding.

All this were sent to her husband to be, which raised a big question; whether truly the guy is the father of the baby. The guy called off the wedding, and wants to do a DNA test after the child is born, to confirm if it's his. I doubt that Cynthia still sees the sky as blue, it must be looking like black to her. The disgrace is huge, her family is very disappointed, her father even disowned her, people are scared that she might commit suicide.

Wedding that was supposed to happen in less than a month, shattered right before her eyes, everything has crapped on her. She upsetted her friends and they decided to spill her buried secrets and ruin her life, they succeeded. But then I feel that if she was able to open up to the guy before now, and tell him everything, the guy would have forgiven and believe that she has changed. Instead, she still continued in the act while preparing for wedding, see where it's landed her.

There was an incident that I witnessed in my short time of stay in a particular community, nobody has really been able to explain why till today. A guy named Robert left home for 18 years, to work in a far place that no one knows, and he didn't communicate to his family throughout the 18 years. His parents and siblings thought he's dead, so many years without hearing from him is more than enough to have solidify their thoughts.

During this times, someone reported to the parents that he saw Robert somewhere, but Robert ran away immediately he recognized the person. The parents and siblings didn't believe that one of them would be life and decide to abandon his family for no reason, so they didn't believe it. Others thought that the guy must have gotten frustrated in the place he went to, and maybe got into a lot of mess with his life, and that might be why he disconnected himself from home entirely.

One day, on a chilled evening, I heard that Robert has been brought back home, I went to their compound to see how he looks like, being that I was told about him. He didn't come back willingly, the guy that reported to his parents before, tracked him and forcefully brought him back home, with the help of some guys. Robert refused to say why he rejected home and chosed to live waywardly, he lived poorly like an outcast, when his parents had a house. He needed a very intense haircut, change of clothes and enough food.

Few hours after he was brought back, his family made him look like a human being again. The family was happy that he's alive and back home, but it wasn't up to a month when Robert ran off again, leaving everybody in shock. Nobody could reach him, no one knew why he didn't want anything to do with home. Few months later, he was found again and forcefully brought back home, this time the family decided to seek solution to Robert's mysterious exile life. Pastors and therapists were invited into the case.

It didn't still change anything, Robert ran away again, never to be found till date, this happened in 2013, I left the community in 2014, I don't think the family are still expecting his return. The guy obviously doesn't want to be home and doesn't want to be part of a family, nobody knows why. I see it as a big loss to the family, giving birth to a child, and then the child run aways from you completely without any reason. The fruits of that labour will never be reaped, that's the bitter truth.