Happy Ending Stories & Experiences

At 6 a.m., my alarm started ringing loudly. I had set up five different alarms, just in case. As the first one went off, I lazily turned it off, unwilling to leave my warm bed. After the second and third alarms forced me out of my daze, I finally dragged myself up, still wrapped in my blanket to fight the cold a little longer.

I knew my schedule wouldn't allow this laziness, though. The cold was biting, and I couldn’t even bring myself to take a bath. Instead, I put on my clothes, grabbed my bag, and got ready for my trip to the neighboring village. It wasn’t ideal, but I’d make up for it once the day got warmer.

Outside, the chill hit me hard, but I hurried to board a tricycle to get to the bus park. The ride was quick, and once at the park, I wasted no time paying for my trip since I already had cash with me. It seemed like the day was off to a decent start despite the cold.

As I sat in the bus, waiting for it to fill up, I noticed the tricycle driver approaching. He was holding something in his hand; my ATM card. My heart skipped for a moment as I realized I must have dropped it in his vehicle. Grateful for his honesty, I rushed out to retrieve it. Losing that card would have been disastrous, especially with my phone battery low and my plan to use the card for payments.

After thanking the driver profusely, he went on his way, and I returned to my seat in the bus. Relieved, I settled back in, feeling lucky that he found me. The events of the morning were starting to catch up with me, and before long, I found myself dozing off in the warmth of the bus, grateful that the day hadn’t turned into a disaster.

Today was the ever expected day of the catholic choir exhibition in our Campus. It took place at the Catholic Church inside our school.
We had received invitations for a long time, starting from last two months, they already had their fliers on air. They advertised it early, and many people came to enjoy the event.

I was specially invited by a dear friend who was going to showcase her amazing voice. It was such a fantastic event, no cap. We sat down in the comfortable seats provided by the sponsors. These seats were fancy and soft, much better than the usual plastic ones which fought with anything bum.

I loved everything about the exhibition, starting with the beautiful music, the joyous atmosphere that cheered happily to any melodioustwist, and even the delicious snacks that were shared. Every moment was wonderful.

We had a special church program to celebrate each member of our church. The idea was to gather together and surprise each other with gifts, and it was something I had been looking forward to for weeks. During our last Sunday service, we had all gathered to discuss the plan, and each pair of us was assigned to provide a gift for the other. I was paired with a beautiful looking girl from our congregation, and I had already decided on my gift for her.

As the day of the celebration arrived, we began with our regular church service. We sang more deeply and and joyfully to God and enjoyed the spirit of Christ's blessings in the air.

When it was finally time to exchange gifts, my heart raced. I handed over my carefully wrapped box, inside was a beautiful necklace and matching earrings. I had chosen them with love, wanting to give something special that she could wear on occasions to remind her of this day.

Then, it was her turn to give me my gift. She handed the a box to me, it wasn't wrapped and I immediately knew not to expect anything fancy, but my jaw dropped in amazement when I opened it. It was a designer watch, Hublot to be precise I couldn't believe my eyes. The fact that it was the first time that I received such type of gift and it was a girl gifting me surprised me more.

I was overjoyed that I grabbed and hugged her tightly that drew attention.
She was also happy with her marching jewelries

I finished college 2014. The zeal to further my education became strong (the spirit was willing but the pocket digodi very weak), I've always had passion for education. Sadly, I spent two years at home.

2016, I wrote my first jamb exam and scored an aggregate of 245. Of course I smashed my utme questions and luckily for me was able secure admission into MOUAU. Yes, I was to study accounting; I've always wanted to be an accountant.

Days turned into weeks, at this point all I needed was to pay my acceptance fees and some other fees. I was so excited, my joy knew no bounds as I began to envisage my life as an undergraduate and soon to be 'ACCOUNTANT'😊.
The D' day arrived, with my hopes high, enthusiastically waiting to receive some funds from my parents so I can make the payment but to my utmost dismay I was disappointed.🥺

The money that was meant for me to pay for the acceptance fee was used to offset my Sister's medical bills. Saddened by the situation at hand, I did what I know best; I had to let the tears flow. It seemed like my dreams had come to a halt; my life shattered and my world pulverized. In spite of all these, I didn't lose hope.

The best I could do at the moment was to distance myself from my team(people that I wrote jamb and post utme with that later got admission). Even Though I was genuinely happy for them but I simply do not want them to constantly rub it(admission) on my face. I do not want them to remind me of my pains.🥺

Years later, I wrote another jamb after I was done with my skill acquisition program. Luckily, I secured admission into the prestigious school ABIA STATE UNIVERSITY, UTURU to study mass communication.

2023 would have been my year of graduation but Covid-19 disrupt the plan. Alas! 2024, I dropped the pen 🖊️. I'm glad things happened the way it did.

The sky is just my starting point. 🙌
There's definitely light at the end of the tunnel❤️
Delay is not DENIAL💯
Though it may TARRY, but it will surely come to pass🙏

Las las, Na who give up, Fu¢k up🥳.

Living away from your parents can be very, very hard. So when I was returning back to where I stayed alone as an independent child, I didn't return with foodstuffs and all that. I was just trying to hustle off, you know, without time. I had not much time. I was actually purchasing food until about last week when I got a surprise review from one of my siblings.

As I emptied the contents of the bag, I met about 3-4 tubers of yam, no vex say I no remember the exact number, e get why. Nothing gladdened my days as much. Can you believe that throughout this year, I have not had yam? I am very serious about it, and many will doubt this, but this is the truth.

Immediately I saw these yams, I quickly went and refilled my gas cylinder, cut the yam into pieces, and cooked a very delicious yam and beans. That day was my birthday, I couldn't lie.
As I'm writing this now, it's just one tuber leftwhich I'll be slicing up for some fresh yam and oil tomorrow mor-mor

The journey of a thousand miles will always begin with a step, I'm sure you're quite familiar with that phrase.

It will interest you to know that it's actually my first time trying to withdraw from the website, and to my biggest suprise the money landed in my local bank account.

It all started when I was invited to this wonderful platform by a friend. I never knew a day like today could actually come but I was determined to make it happen.

I made up my mind to save up for my Christmas expenses from this website it looks crazy though because at a point it was like one of the hardest decisions I've ever made in my entire life but as God will have it it become a reality

Going by my planes i was supposed to make this withdrawal by December but one of my biggest fear was mindviewers coming up with different forms of verifications. Honestly the thought alone made my heart so heavy that I can't continue.

My special thanks goes to mindviewers for being a major support to us especially those of us that are students.

So yesterday, it was mad hot, and I was just hanging out in the sun waiting for my practicals, feeling like I was about to faint. I hadn’t even eaten since morning because, you know, broke life. Then out of nowhere, one of my guys messaged me, saying I should buy food from this girl he knows. I just looked at my empty pocket and ignored it, thinking, is this guy really serious? No way I’m spending anything I don’t have.

Then he messaged again, saying he’d cover the bill. I thought he was just joking until, boom, I saw a credit alert. This guy actually sent me money! That excitement that comes with an unexpected alert, you know? I got energized real quick, but I had to wait for practicals to end before making a move.

As soon as we finished, I went straight to the girl’s hostel for my lunch. The food was fresh, hot, and everything I needed at that moment. I didn’t even rush it; I just sat down and enjoyed every bite. Life isn’t so bad, especially when you have people looking out for you in small but meaningful ways.

When I woke up very early in the morning. I was so excited because today was a special day! I had written a story, and I was going to get some money from it after staying awake the ladt night to place a withdrawal. I couldn’t wait for the money to come at 2 PM.

All morning, I thought about what I wanted to do with the money. I wanted to cook delicious food, it had been over 4 days since I had a proper food, been surviving on concoction all along. When the clock finally hit on 2 PM, I looked at my phone and behold the alert! My face was lit in visible joy.

I quickly wrote down a list of things I needed to buy from the store, these days, without making a list first, you might end up buying only a bottle of oil with all your money.
I went to the grocery store. When I got there, everything was a little bit expensive, but I remembered that I could buy the things I wanted because I had won the money. I had to add extra money to the one i won, but I couldn't complain, can I?

I got home and immediately started setting up things to make my long awaited meal as I sang happily all through.
Today was fulfilling all because of you all who engage my posts, and I say a very big thank you to you all.

After church service, I felt a dryness that could only mean one thing; harmattan was on its way. The air was different, carrying that familiar, dusty smell. It reminded me of Christmas, a time I always look forward to. But as much as I love the holiday vibe it brings, I don’t exactly enjoy walking around during harmattan season. The mix of harsh sun and dry, cold wind is always a struggle.

When I got home, the first thing I did was take off the heavy senator attire I’d been wearing all day. I’d been roasting in it since morning, and the relief I felt was almost instant. My stomach was growling, and I could barely sit still. Just as I was thinking about what to eat, I remembered I’d missed a call from my friend who lives in the next compound. Figured I’d kill two birds with one stone – see her and maybe find something to eat.

So, I strolled over, hoping she was still around. As I walked into her place, my eyes lit up; she’d just finished making noodles with fried eggs! My timing couldn’t have been better. I handed her some apples I’d picked up on my way home, a small “thank you” for what I was about to devour. She seemed happy to see me too, and before I knew it, I was seated, ready to dig in.

To be honest, noodles aren’t my favorite. I eat them when I have no other option, but this time, they felt like a blessing. There’s something about eating food that someone else prepared for you, it always tastes better. Maybe it’s the love they put into it or just the comfort of having company. Either way, I wasn’t complaining.

We chatted and laughed as I ate, and even though the noodles didn’t really fill me up, I felt satisfied. It wasn’t about the food itself; it was about the warmth of being with a friend who cared. The hunger in my belly was somehow replaced by the happiness I felt from our little meal together.
By the time I headed back home, the dry harmattan air didn’t seem as harsh. I felt lighter, happier, and ready to settle in for the evening.

Today, I spent about five hours in church, the two hours service and the youth meeting which took 3 hours.
We were supposed to have a youth meeting, and I was one of the organizers.
I had the chance to speak for some time and received cheers for my good suggestions, which felt amazing. There were definitely others who spoke much better than me, but I was still proud to be one of the people who contributed to the discussion.

We had agreed on a certain plan and finalized our goals for the following week. It was great to see that next Sunday, we’re going to kick off our initiatives. What surprised me was that the meeting wasn’t announced early after church, so we were expecting a low turnout. However, people showed up in their numbers, and that really lifted my spirits.

We also contributed to buying soft drinks for everyone who attended, making it even more enjoyable. Overall, it was a nice day, filled with good discussions and a sense of community.

It's been ages since I last bought potatoes. Ever since prices started skyrocketing, I just stopped buying them, thinking they’d be way too expensive. With how things are in the market these days, you can never really tell what price to expect. So, I kind of avoided it altogether, thinking it wasn’t worth the stress. But today, I suddenly had this strong craving for some cooked potatoes, so I decided to take my chances and see what I'd find.

Honestly, I walked to the market expecting the worst. I was already prepared to spend 1000 naira for maybe four or five small pieces at most. I had already accepted it in my mind as I made my way there. But to my surprise, when I handed the seller my 1000 naira, she packed way more potatoes than I expected. She gave me about eight big ones, and I was still in shock, wondering if she misheard me or if I’d somehow lucked out.

Before I could say a word, she even tried adding more potatoes! I quickly stopped her, saying, "Aunty, it’s just 1000 naira o!" She looked at me and laughed, saying she knew and that it was fine. She even tossed in an extra piece just to be nice. I couldn’t believe it. With how expensive things have been, I never thought potatoes would be one of the more affordable items. I left the market with my potatoes, still surprised and a bit amused.

Maybe potatoes are the only cheap thing left in the market these days. It’s funny because you’d expect something as basic as potatoes to be pricier, especially with everything else being so costly. But today, I left with a small victory, a bag full of potatoes, and a satisfied smile. Guess I’ll be making potato dishes for the next few days

I decided to waste my evening on watching some tiktok videos. I came across one worh drew my mind i had to turn on my volume and enjoy it. The game started, Chika pushed with all his strength, but Tunde held his ground! I was on the edge of my seat, cheering for Tunde. “You can do it, Tunde" I shouted, feeling like I was there with them. But Chika was so strong, and Tunde's arm started to shake in defeat.

With a loud bang Chika pushed harder, and Tunde’s arm went down Chika cheered and jumped in the air. But wait... it was only the first round so They decided to play again.

In the next round, Tunde took a deep breath. I could see from my phone screen, the determination in his eyes. this time, Tunde gave it everything he had. For a moment, it looked like he might win, but then.... Chika pushed down again and won once more!

At that moment, I couldn't hold my laughter. This was so funny Chika was dancing around, celebrating his victory, while Tunde was giving him funny faces. I felt so happy watching them. they were both being dramatic as if the whole arm restle match was stage and that made me happier

Then they decided to play one last time. This time, Tunde had a big determined frowned face, He focused really hard and said things that I couldn't hear to Chika. The air was tense as they locked arms once again. With a mighty push, Tunde surprised everyone and started to pushing with obvious progress. guess what? Tunde won. I started clapping like I was physically there.

Growing up in Nigeria, I’ve seen a lot. Like most youth in my country, I’ve faced tough challenges – many people around me turned to scamming as a way out. Some see it as a quick fix, but I wanted to take a different path, even though it hasn’t been easy. I chose to work honestly, even if it meant struggling for a long time.

The reality is, I haven’t “cashed out” big yet – I haven’t even made up to 100k. But I believe that by keeping my focus and working hard, I’ll get there one day. When that day comes, it’ll be my own victory, achieved without hurting anyone or resorting to crime.

I owe a big thank you to platforms like Mindviewers, which have given Nigerian youth like me a way to earn online without a monetized social media account.I owe a big thank you to platforms like Mindviewers, Hawkit, Free Cash, and Binance, as well as my own trading bot. Even though the profits might be small, they’re helping me move forward step by step in my legit online business.This journey isn’t just about money; it’s about knowing that I’m going forward the right way.
Thanks too mindviewers.

I have been sitting on the waiting seat for about 40 minutes when I was called upon that it was my turn to be attended to.
The customer service was very polite and I narrated my story and complications to her, told her about my bank card which was expired and then I needed to renew, I also let her know that I have not been receiving credit or debit notifications on my phone it seemed a long task to me but I had devoted the say to have it all sorted.

She agreed that there was a payment involved for the renewal of card and immediately, I told her to subtract the cost from my bank balance. I thought there was some money there because earlier the day before I had initiated a withdrawal from MindViewers but then to my dismay there was not enough funds there, the customer service who was attending to me had confirmed, the withdrawal must have failed and I hadn't suspected because I wasn't receiving alerts any longer.

My day was planned, and the cash i had there with me was to get some basic needs from the market around the bank.
It was in that moment that a thought dawned on me: why not reach out to MindViewers?

I quickly narrated my ordeal to the admin, ready to accept whatever fate brought.
It didn't take an hour before I received a response - DONE!
The relief and happiness!, the process of card renewal and addressing the alert notification issue didnt take up to 20 minutes and I was out of the building triumphantly.
Thank you @mindviewers you came through for me.

I never knew that owning an iPhone could also earn someone extra cash until I took an interest in taking photos of people and monetizing it.

I had announced in the social group that I had some talent for snapping pictures with my iPhone. It was supposed to be just a casual thing; it wasn’t meant to be very serious. But then, I started getting messages from people saying they needed a photo shoot for their birthdays or just wanted new pictures to see my skills.

In just 2 days, about 8 of them from my class group booked me. That meant I made about 14,000 Naira in 2 days! There’s nothing as surprising as that, and I’m happier than ever. I’m even going for another photo shoot tomorrow to take pictures for some birthday girl.

People you should all believe in your hustle no matter how little it seem.

Today began with a sense of purpose. I left my house determined to make the most of my day checking one or two in school, despite not having secured food before heading out. On reaching my class, I quickly realized my writing pen had run dry. I headed to the nearby store, hoping to find a replacement.

At the store, I asked for a pen and a notebook, which cost 400 naira. I reached for my phone to transfer the money just as usual, only to find out that my bank was undergoing maintenance. Oh Jesus you need to see how frustrated I was. Seeing that it's a situation I couldn't help i contemplated leaving empty-handed.

As I turned to leave, a woman caught my attention ,looking lost and overwhelmed. She called out for help, and I approached her. She needed directions to the shuttle park. Initially, I thought about just pointing her in the right direction, but something compelled me to take her there myself.

At that point I needed no prophet to tell me it was her first time coming around my school. When we reached the shuttle park, her face lit up with gratitude. She quickly searched through her bag and handed me 500 naira. It was the last thing I had expected but to be honest I needed the money and it was like God coming through for me.

With my heart filled with appreciation. And with the money in hand, I hurried back to the store, and was able to pay for the pen and notebook I desperately needed. That simple act of kindness not only provided me with the means to continue my day but also reminded me of the power of helping others.

For a while, I’d been procrastinating washing my clothes, only doing enough each day to get by. It had become a habit, but yesterday, I made a mistake. I washed my towel and forgot to clip it up on the line.

When I got back from the market, I found it on the ground, dirty and covered in dust. How could I have been so careless? I really didn't think I'll spend a long time in the market but too much bargaining later paid off for me.

Instead of just rewashing the towel, I decided it was time to do everything. I brought out every dirty clothes in my room and they were enough to make a big pillow.
Next, I filled my bucket with water, ready to go through each step. It wasn’t easy, just imagine starting something you never planned for but did it in anger and frustration 🤣

A few hours later, my roommate came back and she was shocked to see the amount of clothes I washed. I was more shocked that I was able to go that far.

so last week Saturday, I went to jog. I was jogging around the roadside when, lo and behold, I spotted one of the most beautuful creations on earth. Seriously ehh no word could describe her. She was just a spectacle, you know what is called an epitome of African beauty?

So naturally, I decided to take up position right behind her (its funny because before I saw her, I was out of strength but all of a sudden I felt an energy surge)
I mean, who wouldn’t want to jog behind a sight like that self? I started walking, then quickly changed to jogging, not because I was following girl oo but because it suddenly felt like I had a mission, you know?

Someone who was ready to go home and rest before but that beauty was inspiring me to jog for an extra few rounds before my legs finally revolted and demanded I retire back to where I came.

And let me tell you, it was fun! Not like I'm a girl chaser, I’m a disciplined person. No, I was just motivating myself with the pure joy of trying to keep up with the beauty ahead of me that was all

disclaimer: this story does not promote football or foster its relations

Today I spent more than half the day in a nearby hotel, completely busy all through watching football matches.
This hotel that I went to had a good comfortable setup with a giant screen TV. It was like being watching the match live.

There was just one problem with this hotel. Whenever people gathered to enjoy the matches, the staff would go around questioning everyone about buying drinks or something from the hotel. It was like a secret tactic of theirs to make more sales, and I could see their faces beam whenever people start to stream in to catchup with any match.

As I settled down in a well positioned seat, I noticed they were going table by table,questioning everyone and taking orders. My heart began to race. You see, I had no cash to lavish. The thought of standing there and admitting I had no money made unsettled.

So, when they reached my table, I put on my best serious face and smiled like I had nothing troubling me. They asked, What I would like to order.

I’m just waiting for my friend, I exclaimed with an indifferent expression, hoping they will just get moving past me already.
It worked I managed to dodge the billing.

After everything, they won my team, so imagine if After I squandered my money only for them to score my team 2:1?

My friend called asking for help logging into her account on Chrome. She was pretty frustrated because she’d been trying to sign in each morning, only to find herself locked out yet again when she check back.

As I listened to her explain the situation, I could almost picture her there, scratching her head in confusion. So, I calmly explained that simply logging in with her email and password might not be the best option. I told her that it was more prescribable to really use the Google sign-in option to log in directly.

But oh boy, she was one of those people who just didn’t get the simplest things on the internet or smartphones. It didn’t help that she kept interrupting, trying to make a point where there isn't, it was just her usual way of doing things. I could feel my patience wearing thin, but I really wanted to help her.

I found myself chuckling softly as I guided her step by step. It felt like we were in a tech version of building up a Web or something bigger. I gave details to every single directive. From clicking Google, inserting her email, how to recover her email password, how to confirm "not a robot"!!

It was a long process, almost like it stretched out for ages, but finally, after what felt like 3 years, she managed to maneuver through the options and successfully signed in with her Google account.
I could feel her tension soften as she cheered from the other side of the line.

Later that evening, she checked back in, and called to tell me that she was still logged in. I couldn’t help but feel satisfied, it was like I accomplished a lot in one day. It’s funny how something as simple signing in from Google could seem like a full time job.

My friend, if you read this story, no vex oo, na the only story wey dey my head I talk 😂 and you know I'm not a story writer and too much story no dey my head.

There was a beautiful bag that always caught my eye whenever I walked by the boutique. Its lovely design and bright colors drew me in, and I found myself dreaming about owning it. Every time I saved enough money to buy it, life seemed to throw unexpected expenses my way, usually a medical bill or something related to family.

Determined not to let this bag get away from me again, I came up with a plan. I talked to the shop owner and asked if I could pay for it in installments. To my relief, she agreed. This was my chance! I made the first payment and walked away feeling hopeful and excited.

The first month went well. I carefully kept track of my spending, and each time I made a payment, I could almost feel the bag in my hands. But just when I started getting into a good rhythm, life threw me another curveball. I had to deal with a family issue and ended up with an unexpected expense that drained my savings. Suddenly, I was struggling to make the next payment.

I felt frustrated and defeated, but the thought of that bag kept me going. I refused to give up. After a few days, I picked myself up and thought of ways to make some extra money through freelancing, selling things I didn’t use anymore, and taking on odd jobs. Little by little, I started to rebuild my savings.
Finally, after what felt like forever, I made the last payment.

The day I walked into the boutique to pick up the bag, I could hardly contain my excitement. When the shop owner handed it to me, I felt like a rich person.