Happy Ending Stories & Experiences

After church services, I returned back to my lodge feeling hungry, my stomach sang like it was just newly signed to a record label.
I had some beans remaining in those sagged bags under my kitchen cabinet that it's cibtents had sustained me till now.
Cooking today was just out of place.

Nonetheless, I still pondered on which was better and more better, to cook or buy two plates of food outside.
If I was to cook, it'll take at least 2000k from my pocket just to buy the condiments, and some extra loss: gas, strength and spices.
But if I was to purchase food, it would only cost 2600k for the two plates, my strength would be conserved and i wont have to waste my gas.

I was about to conlude my decisions when a thought hit me: soup would last you more than a day.
The thought rang in my head over and over and then I took up a pen and wrote down the required condiments for cooking egusi soup and also gauged it with my budget, the cost arrived at 3700k after calculations.

I went ahead with my plans, skipping to the last part. The soup came out so nice that I lick the plate after eating.
Currently, only remembering that my pot of soup is full and that there's an assured meal after lectures tomorrow gives delights me.

Today was all spent on my Dad's assignment, I focused on the sheets in front of me, carefully following the instructions my dad had to given, and I took my time to make sure everything was neat and orderly.

After I finished, I handed the sheets to my dad with a proud smile. He glanced over my work and nodded.

Immediately he finished reviewing all the sheets, he handed me #2000.
My eyes shined in shick and happiness.
Two thousand naira felt like a small fortune, especially for a Sunday afternoon task

After I pocketed my riches, I thought about how I will spend my earnings. Maybe I'll use a part of it to get some snacks or save it until I returned to school? Regardless, I felt proud not just because of the money, but also for completing the task my dad had trusted me with. It was a simple assignment, but it meant a lot to my dad, he was to submit it back to the headquarters the next day and he had no time to do it himself.

In September, my friends and I decided to take on a challenge through the Sweatcoin app, which required 150,000 steps for the month. We all saw it as a fun way to make memories, so we agreed to do it together. On a Saturday morning, we kicked things off, starting our walk at 7am.

By 11am, I had already reached 70,000 steps. But as much as I wanted to keep going, my body had other plans. I told my friends I couldn't continue, and they quickly agreed that it was time to stop before any of us fainted in the name of winning.

We found a nearby restaurant and decided to take a break. We ordered rice, ate, and rested there until about 1pm. It was a well-needed break to rest after the long walk. Feeling somehow refreshed, we trekked halfway back home before catching a tricycle for the rest of the journey.

When I finally got home, I checked the app and saw that I had managed to hit 76,000 steps for the day. Even though I didn’t reach the goal, I felt satisfied with my effort. Most importantly, I cherished the time I spent with my friends.
At the end of the day, the challenge wasn't just about contest anymore but the fun and memories we created together.

I looked around my room, hoping something would just make me happy or less moody. But, nothing good to My sight . I just wanted to feel light but after staring, to see, nothing came out, plus I was tired of pressing my phone.I was definitely in a downcast mood, but I had to do something to change it after glancing at my bluetooth. And then it hit me, music would do it.

I rushed over to my speakers, I didn’t care about anything else at that moment. I just wanted some good tunes to play away the weight in my mind. And then I connected my phone, raised up the volume.

My room felt alive. I could feel the beats shaking the walls, vibrating into my soul. It felt like the music worked because for moment it started distracting me away from all those heavy thoughts.
I didn’t want to hear anyone’s opinions, and I didn’t care about the world outside. All I wanted was to let the sound fill my space, to drown out everything else, even if just for a little while. Neighbors always complain in meetings about loud music, but if only I was to disobey today, then no troubles.

I had been moving some things around when I caught sight of a familiar figure passing by, it was all these people that carried sewibg machines in hand, someone who sews and patches clothes.

I had this one short in mind that I've been wanting to stitch but my head was occupied with a million other things, but the sight of that tailor triggered the need to have the work done. I made my way to the bag where I had sput away clothes needing repair, thinking I’d find just the one.

As I unzipped the bag, Wetin my eyes see shock me. I hadn’t realized it until then, but aside that one short that i was looking for to repair, there were several more clothes that I thoufht I lost. Some were favorites I had worn often, while others were gifts that I had set aside due to small tears or loose seams. I couldn’t believe my eyes. So I just picked the bag itself and gave it to the tailor.

When all was said and done, the repair cost me just 1,000 Naira. I'm calling it just because the price was way lesser than the value of those clothes. Now, I had my seven good clothes back, hot boy in town.

It was a really nice day after returning from church, I decided to unpack my clothes and rearrange them, then my eyes caught a jean that my aunt sent me. It was a pair of baggy shorts that I was really excited about.

Back then, When I first opened the package, I couldn't help but admire them, it was the blue dark colored type, my preferred jean colour.

Unfortunately, when I tried it on, it just didn’t fit. I was disappointed because I really liked the style, but I decided to reserve them for later. I carefully stacked them in my box, thinking that one day they’d be perfect for me.

But as time passed, I forgot about the shorts until today.
As I opened the box, I realized, oh damn, the shorts.
Guess what guys?
As I tried it on, it fitted every single curve, let me talk less.
One more added to my collections.

For the past few days, I’ve been really sick, feeling drained and just trying to get by with some medication. Unfortunately, it wasn’t helping much, and I was still feeling miserable. But today, I decided to push myself and take a short walk outside, hoping some fresh air would do me some good.

After passing by the first street, I got an unexpected call from a friend I hadn’t heard from in over a year. It caught me off guard because we hadn’t spoken in so long. He told me he had a surprise for me and asked for my account number. I was curious, so I sent it without thinking much of it.

A few minutes later, I received an alert for 10,000 naira! When I asked him why, he simply said he felt I could use the money since he hadn’t seen or heard from me in a long time. It was such a random and kind gesture that it completely changed my mood.

I was so grateful and excited that I temporarily forgot about how sick I was feeling. I ended the walk right there, deciding to treat myself to some yoghurt with the money. I will get better from here.

I had my mind made up on getting a body spray specifically, the red RIGGs body spray.

I called the vendor to ask if she had the red riggs, the ones that I had my heart set on, I have used it before and I knew that it smelt good.

Unfortunately, she informed me that they were out of stock. But almost immediately, she offer a recommendation which was the black riggs body spray.

Usually, I stick to what I know and love, so I insisted on getting the precise red riggs. But the way she spoke about the black rigs hypnothised me. She was just too sure when she made comparisons between the both. After some deliberation, I decided to try the black rigs instead. What do I have to loose?, and it was still thesame price.

The next morning, just before school, I applied the spray and instantly I was contented with what it smelt like. Throughout the day, I noticed people acknowledging the the fragrance.

After I got the 3rd commendation, I concluded that the black was more befitting for me

Today was the day of our seminar presentation. Pheeeew 😞 I was feeling both excited and nervous. But I had worked really hard to prepare. Day and night, I was reading these materials like I don't have life.
I wanted to impress everyone with my knowledge.

When it was time to present, my orher classmates started showing their PowerPoint slides on the whiteboard. As I watched my classmates present, I noticed that many of them added beautiful images and nice backgrounds to their slides.
my own presentation was different. I didn’t have any images at all. My slides were plain, and I worried that they might not catch anyone's attention.

Despite this, I focused on my demonstration. I spoke clearly and passionately about my topic. I shared important points and explained everything in a way that I hoped they would understand.

After everything, i finished my presentation and answered questions which I was sure I did justice to and when I was done, I was surprised with their loud reactions.
Even though my PowerPoint slides weren’t as impressive as some of the others, my demonstration stood out in a special way and their loud clapping proved my point.
It's actually sweet to read.

Story story, I visited my long-time friend and went to her room.
She was relaxing inside when I entered, listening to some good musics.
While we were talking, we heard a knock at the door. It was her neighbor Nneka.

Nneka was a fun girl. As we chatted and gossipped, I found her really interesting and free-spirited. I wasn't comfortable at first when she just intruded in our conversations but within a little time, she was flowing smoothly in our conversation.

One other thing happened, I've always thought my voice was the best. People often praised me when I sang and I felt pretty confident about it. You know when you get praises when you sing literally anywhere?

But then, a song started playing in the background, and for the first time, I heard an angel sing. Nneka had so much talent..
I just sat where I was listening to her and waiting for her voice to flop but it never did, she was definitely talented and she has been added to my friend list.

Some time ago, I had a fetcher that my neighbors would frequently come by to borrow. I didn’t mind at all because I remembered how it felt when I first moved in and didn’t have everything I needed. I wanted to help, so I gladly let them use it. For weeks, I shared my fetcher without a second thought, feeling good about being helpful.

Eventually, though, the handle on my fetcher broke. I was a bit frustrated but reasoned I’d get it fixed soon enough. What surprised me was that, after it broke, my neighbors stopped coming around altogether. It felt strange; it was as if they’d forgotten about me. I let the fetcher sit for a few days and ended up borrowing from others to get by.

Then, about six days later, something unexpected happened. While I was at the well trying to draw water, a guy approached me. He filled his bucket and, when he was done, handed it to me. I was taken aback and told him it wasn’t mine, but he insisted I take it. “I got it for you,” he said with a smile. I was genuinely surprised by his kindness.

He then explained that he had noticed how I always shared my fetcher with others. He mentioned that when mine broke, no one checked on me to see if I needed help. It was one of those times someone had left me absolutely frozen and astonished with kindness.

I mean, it was just a fetcher but the thought and timing that accompanied it was too beautiful. You can spur people to good deeds even in your hood fellas!

I’ve been struggling to make good custard for a while now. Two weeks ago, I decided to go on YouTube and learn how to make it. I watched a few videos and thought it looked simple enough. But when I tried it myself, it turned out too watery each time. I gave up after four failed attempts.

Since then, I kind of left it alone. I figured maybe custard wasn’t for me. But today, I decided to try again, this time with a friend’s help. She made hers, and it came out perfectly. Watching her do it gave me some hope that maybe I could finally get it right.

When it was my turn, I tried again, but the same thing happened, it was too watery. I was really frustrated at that point. My friend saw my struggle and gave me a little tip. She said to keep pouring hot water until the custard changes color, which is something I hadn’t heard before.

I followed her advice and, to my surprise, it worked. The custard finally came out smooth and just the right consistency. Now, I can finally say I know how to make custard, and I’m proud of it. It’s going straight onto my list of things I can cook.

I remember the day clearly. I had just finished washing my clothes and left them outside to dry. That evening, I was preparing to go for a night vigil, but I had this nagging feeling in the back of my mind. I kept thinking, "What if it rains?" But I brushed the thought aside, thinking it would be fine. Despite the feeling, I went ahead and headed to the vigil.

Around 1am, I ended up falling asleep at a friend’s place not too far from the vigil. It had been a long day, and I couldn’t fight the tiredness. By the time I woke up the next morning, everything around me looked drenched. The signs of heavy rainfall were clear. All I could think about were the clothes I left hanging outside.

I rushed back home, fearing what I might find. As I arrived, I noticed some of my neighbors' clothes scattered on the ground, soaked from the rain. I prepared myself for the worst, already feeling disappointed at the thought of my freshly washed clothes lying in the mud. To my surprise, none of my clothes were there. My confusion quickly turned into worry.

It was only when I saw my neighbor that I found out what happened. He told me he had woken up around 2am when the rain started and decided to bring my clothes inside. I was so grateful, I thanked him over and over. His small act of kindness saved me a lot of trouble and frustration.

I couldn’t help but think back to the feeling I had before leaving for the vigil. I should’ve listened to my gut. But, in the end, I was lucky that my neighbor was thoughtful enough to step in and help.

I wanted to talk to my friends, so I decided to make some phone calls. I had not called them for a little while, and I missed their voices.

First, I called my best friend, Patrick. When he answered, he sounded so happy! “Wow! It’s you!” he said. I laughed and told him I missed him. We talked about our games and how school was going. It felt really nice to hear him.

Then, I called all my other friends, one by one. Every time I called, they were surprised and excited. “Is that really you?” they asked. I could hear the smiles in their voices. We shared funny stories and talked about our favorite snacks.

After a while, I looked at my phone and saw that I used 1500 Naira for airtime. That’s a lot of money! But you know what? I didn’t care about the money at all. I was so happy talking to my friends.

Two weeks ago, I wrote a story. I thought it was good, but I felt like it wasn't good enough to win the writing competition. I really wanted to win.

The day after the competition, I was a little sad. I didn’t want to check the comments about my story. But then, something wonderful happened. I saw a message from someone who read my story, the main Admin!. He said comforting things and the words made me kind of hopeful. Their words made me smile

After reading that message, I felt inspired to write another story. I wanted to do my best this time. Then, yesterday, I woke up and checked my messages again. Guess what? My story won a prize in the competition. I couldn’t believe it.

I don’t want to talk about how much I won, but it was a good amount! Maybe it was 2 thousand or even 3 thousand. I just feel very, very happy. What matters to me is that people liked my story.

Thank you so much for all the love and support. Please keep liking my stories! I have a fun surprise coming soon. I will do some giveaways.

My legs were tired, and I just wanted to go home. In my family, we always buy snacks when we come back from the market. We love getting things like groundnuts, garden eggs, and tiger nuts. It was part of our family not to return from the market or any long distance without buying edibles for those at home.

So, I stopped a keke to take me home, but then I remembered I didn’t buy any snacks. Oh no! I had to give up my spot in the tricycle and go back to find something edible to buy. I was a bit sad because they already took my place when i returned, and I had to wait for another vehicle.

I waited for 20 more minutes, which felt like a long time. Finally, I found another Keke that could take me home. I was so happy! I bought groundnuts as snacks, and it made my time in the market feel really good.

Even though I had to wait and it was a little frustrating, I was proud that I didn’t go home empty-handed. Having gotten those edibles made my family members welcome me more friendly and kept us all happy through the day.

It had been a while since I last relied on Google Maps to find my way, but I decided to give it a try for this trip. I started my journey on foot around 10am, thinking it would be a simple walk. At first, everything seemed straightforward, Google's voice guiding me with confidence. But as I continued, I approached a street that didn’t sit right with me. I hesitated, thinking, “Can this GPS be serious?” Still, the app urged me to go forward, so I did.

The deeper I ventured, the stranger the path became. The road was filled with unnecessary turns that made no sense. Each corner led me further away from where I thought I should be. That’s when confirmed I was lost. I had gone into a completely different environment, nothing like the area I was aiming for. The houses in this new place were built from wooden planks, a community I never knew existed.

At that moment, the most ridiculous thing happened—Google Maps proudly announced, "You have arrived at your destination." I looked around in disbelief. My "destination" was a quiet, unfamiliar area, in the middle of nowhere. As if to add insult to injury, the GPS then went off. No signal, no directions, nothing. Just silence.

I stood there for a few seconds, trying to gather my thoughts. Fortunately, I had some basic understanding of how the GPS worked, and I quickly recalculated my route in my head. I didn’t waste time, knowing full well I had no business staying there longer than necessary. I retraced my steps as best as I could and managed to find my way back to the main road.

I laugh at the experience, but in that moment, it was no joke. I was just glad I got out before I became one of those stories you hear that leave you shaking your head.

I was getting ready to go out and wanted my clothes to look super nice. So, I took out the iron and made it really hot. Just then, my phone rang and It was my friend, Onyinye! I couldng remember the last time that I spoke with her, it's been up to a whole year since we last spoke!

I was so happy to hear her voice that I sat down on the couch to chat with her. While we were talking, I smelled something burning, but I didn’t think much of it because I was having so much fun and I was really excited that I wanted details of every word as we were catching up with gists.

It was until I saw smoke coming from my clothes that I came back to my senses.
I jumped up to look, but to make matters worse, my slippery socks made me fall to the floor but let us leave that story for another day 😌

I quickly grabbed the iron and moved it away from my clothes, but it had already bitten off a lot of chunk from it. I looked at my poor shirt that was all burned and smoking. Onyinye was laughing on the phone.

Even though I felt guilty and thought that I should feel remorseful for losing one of my favorite shirts, I didn't.
It had really been a long time since I spoke with my best friend Onyii.

Today was a busy day. A few people from my work were picked to go meet the Vice Chancellor at IMT, which is a well-known school. I was excited about the trip, but I stayed up late the night before and didn’t sleep enough.

When I got to the bus stop, I saw that the bus had already left without me. I felt sad and worried. I checked my phone to see if my coworkers had called, but my phone was dead because there was no power. I was really frustrated.

I didn’t want to miss the meeting, so I got on the next bus going to the same place.
In the bus, I was so restless and even without my phone to get in contact with my colleagues, I was almost in traumatic shock.

Luckily, I caught up with my colleagues on the way!
Sighting them in the moving bus next to the one I boarded, my joy overflowed, what haven't I assumed.
I got to the location before they did as my bus moved a bit faster than theirs, even though I thought I would be late, now I'll be receiving them, I thought.

Being the first one there made me really happy and relieved.

It is a new month and immediately I woke up, I wished my loved ones, relatives and all my friends a prosperous new month.

When I turned on my data at noon when I returned from church service. I saw multiple messages and well wishes. Some in response to my initial wishes, while some were from friends, social groups and course mates.
I started replying them in line, starting from the earliest to send me a message, I responded.
I was still on the process when my eyes caught a text from my uncle who I had wished well during the morning hour, the text read: happy new month my dear, send your account details.

Nothing else gave me a better feeling today than seeing this text alone.
I immediately forwarded my details and in no time, he sent me 10k and said I should make sure that I celebrated today very well.

I quickly dressed up and headed to the market to get some condiments.
With happiness, I decided to go for extra as I told the seller to add some carrots, vegetables, green beans and cabbages to the bulk that I already bought.
I had never spent as I spent today just on a day's meal as a student, but I was going to act rich just in one day, in respect to my uncle's remarks.

It was a lot of task to cook and process all the condiments that I bought, but I scaled through. In less than 3hrs, my food was done and I got some yoghurt to help wash it down.
Taking a plate to my closest neighbour , she remained in shock of the sumptuous plate of food that I dropped on her palm. And as I left, she praised me.

I had hoped to make a quick trip to the market today, but the rain had other plans.
As I walked into the market, the rain started as a gentle patter, but quickly grew into a relentless downpour. I tried to hurry, but it was no use. My clothes were soaked through, my hair plastered to my head, and my shoes(I was coming from rehearsal) squelched with every step.
Just as I was starting to lose hope, I saw a familiar face across the street beside a garage. It was James, the guy who tried to get my number in transit, some days ago, (which I posted here). He waved me over, and I hesitated for a moment before splashing my way towards him. The rain wasn't giving joking🤧

"Need a ride?" he asked, grinning, as he ushered me into his car. I nodded, grateful for the warmth and dryness that I would receive.
As he drove, I was almost speaking in tongues😹, different thoughts came flashing through my head, "what if he carries me for ritual", is this one chance", what if he decides to take revenge for the way my mum spoke to him some days ago". I was Soo lost, that I didn't know he was speaking to me. Eventually, we reached the junction to my place,I was relieved. He insisted on taking me to the house, and saying hi to my mum😅
"Thanks for the rescue," I said, smiling up at him, maybe next time, you should be on your way, the rain is still pouring" I added and he insisted but I wasn't giving in, so, he eventually left.

I just had to post this here, because this is like the biggest coincidence, I have ever seen😹