Happy Ending Stories & Experiences

I'm still trying to process what happened with my laptop last month. I spent a whopping 55k to fix it!!! First, the screen needed fixing, and then the panel broke down too. I was so frustrated that I considered giving up on it altogether.

But then I thought, "Wait a minute, fixing it is better than buying a new one, especially with the way things are financially right now." So, I decided to give it another chance.

After it was fixed, I used it every day until last week when things got really busy and I didn't touch it for three days. But when I tried to turn it on again, it just wouldn't come on. It wouldn't even charge. I was so disappointed that I just dropped it off at the repair shop again.

To be honest, I had given up on it at that point. But then something strange happened three days ago. I don't know what came over me, but I picked up the laptop and started praying for it (the last thing I had in mind)

When the electricity came back on, I decided to plug it in and see what would happen. And to my surprise, it started charging. It's been working perfectly ever since.

I'm still in shock, to be honest. I don't know what happened or how it fixed itself, but I'm just grateful to God that it's working again.

When I was about to leave for NYSC camp last year, my family and I prayed together. My dad gave me some advice and blessed me before I left. I was nervous but excited.

I took a bus to Abuja, where I would spend the night with a relative before continuing my journey to Taraba. But things didn't go as planned. The road was bad, and I had to cross a sea to get to my destination. I was scared because I had never done anything like that before.

When we got to the sea, I was really worried. I even called my Dad to tell him about it and he encouraged me to be brave. Our car drove onto a ship, and I got on too. Everyone around me was praying for a safe trip. I joined in, hoping everything would be okay.

Crossing the sea was a strange experience. Funny enough, I fell asleep inside the ship despite being afraid 😂

When we finally reached the other side, I thanked God for keeping us safe. I did my training for 2 weeks at the camp and the rest was history

This Sunday, I decided to do something special for myself. The last few Sundays, I had just been eating plain rice with no chicken, no meat, and no drinks. I wanted to change that, just for today!

So, I planned to make a nice salad to go with my rice. I went to the market and picked up some fresh vegetables: cabbage, carrots, green beans, and more. I felt excited as I put everything in my basket.

When I got back to my kitchen, I cooked a big pot of fluffy rice. I wanted it to be healthy and taste good with my salad. I was a little unsure about making the salad since it was my first time, but how hard could it be?

I chopped the cabbage, cut the carrots, and cut the green beans. Mixing everything together, I made a creamy sprinkle of salad cream and stirred. When I tasted it, I was happy! The salad turned out crunchy, creamy, and full of flavor. It was much better than my usual plain rice.

After enjoying my meal, I treated myself to an ice-cold drink

Some weeks ago, I was in a rush to deposit some money at the bank. I entered a tricycle and left for the bank. After we arrived and I quickly paid him off, I rushed inside the bank to secure a space and deposit as soon as possible.

It wasn't until I was inside the bank that I realized I had left my phone inside the tricycle. The situation was terrible but I remained calm and put the money in my account before anything else could go wrong.

After depositing the money, I stepped outside for some fresh air. I was devastated. I knew I'd never see my phone again, and the driver had probably sold it already.

But then a voice in my head kept telling me to try calling my phone. I thought it was pointless, but I decided to give it a try. I explained the situation to the bank's security guard, and he kindly lent me his phone.
To my surprise, someone picked up when I called my phone. It was the tricycle driver. He was worried because I hadn't called him all morning, and it was already 3 pm. He told me he'd come to the bank right away.

I couldn't believe it. I was so happy to have my phone back. The driver refused to take any money from me, but I insisted on buying him a drink. We exchanged numbers, and that was that. So wonderful to know that good men like that young man still exist.

It was a bright Monday morning, I woke up from the sound of the noisy chickens their cages where right behind my room so it was unavoidable I stood from my bed had a long stretch then got on my knees to have my morning prayer after i was done i woke my brothers and my mum up so we could have our morning devotion after the devotion me and my brothers went on to do our chores
I went to feed one the chickens who disturb me every morning and then. I realized one of the chickens was behaving weird I went to tell my mom she followed me to see it and wechecked the chicken out and found out it was bleeding it looked like it injured itself during the night my mom told me to kill it at once so we would still be able to eat it i was so happy we were going yo eat chicken today.
After killing and cooking my mum made rice.
By that time we all had taken our baths my 2 of my Junior brothers had gone to school my eldest brother had to go to his shop where he works has a fashion designer so it was left with only my mum one of my younger brothers and me.
Later in the day my mum decided to go out so it was me and my brother that was around . We then watched football together then all of a sudden my brother fainted, At first I thought he was just playing but when I kept calling him he didn't respond I didn't want to believe that something happened to him so I tapped him yet he didn't respond at that moment shivers ran down to my spine I was so scared I didn't know what to do I tried calling my mum but the network was bad I kept pacing around calling my bro my dad but nothing was going I rushed out to check for my neighbors and luckily he was around I explained everything to him and we carried him to the Hospital i was later able to reach my mum who came rushing to the hospital we kept praying to God to help us.
After several test and treatment on him the doctor told us that it was due to tiredness but he was okay. I was so relieved i couldn't believe I could experience something like this my brother was allowed to go home so we all went home together
When we got home my two smallest brother where already back from school it was my neighbors wife that took them from the bus we where very grateful for how our neighbors helped us that day
When we got inside my mum told us not to allow my brother to do any hard work for like a month that we should let him rest well. when my elder brother came home we told him everything he was shocked to but Glory be to God my brother was alright that night My dad who has travelled for business trip called us. We explained everything to him he prayed for my brother and instructed us to watch him very well and let him rest well. Then my daddy announced the biggest news of the day I had been given admission in to the prestigious university of Ilorin I was so filled to joy everyone was so happy we decided to celebrate it we danced and praised God for what he had done that day.
It will definitely not be a day to forget.
Remember always trust God He will help you when he needs you because he loves you.

I woke up feeling excited and ready to take on the day. I had been looking forward to this day all week, as I had planned to tackle a challenging workout to help me build up my muscles. I had been putting it off for too long, and I knew I needed to push myself if I wanted to see any progress.

As I got dressed and headed to the gym, I knew it wouldn't be easy, but I was determined to get through it. The workout was tough, but I pushed through the pain and exhaustion, reminding myself why I had started in the first place.

After the gym, I headed to school to review my notes for the upcoming exams. I had been studying for weeks, but I still didn't feel fully prepared. As I walked into the school building, I felt a wave of fatigue wash over me i desperately needed a drinking water. But, to my greatest disappointment, I realized there was no nearby place to grab a drink.

I thought to myself, "How could this be? I decided to take matters into my own hands and search the campus for a solution. After what felt like an eternity, I finally found a small café tucked away in a corner of the school. I rushed in and bought a bottle of water, feeling like I had just won the lottery.

As I took a refreshing sip, I felt my energy levels soar back up. I was no longer tired and sluggish, but revitalized and ready to tackle my studies. I spent the next few hours pouring over my notes, taking in every detail and making connections I hadn't seen before. It was incredibly satisfying, and I felt a sense of accomplishment wash over me. Even as I head back home.

MY UNFORGETTABLE EXPERIENCE I ENCOUNTERED AS A FUTARIAN.
Gaining admission into the prestigious university was indeed a delight to behold.
The long awaited moment after three years patiently waiting on God for a miracle,eagerly checking my portal regularly just to receive an admission letter but all to no avail.Then,on one faithful noontime,February 3rd,2024;I checked my G-mail and saw I have received my admission letter from the prestigious Federal University Of Technology,Akure,(FUTA).It was overwhelming,after all the mockery from my colleagues who got admission before me,I graduated from secondary school 2021, and now my admission letter I was really happy because it has been my dream to attend this prestigious university,I got transferred to the department of Ecotourism and Wildlife Management(EWM).With all eagerness and enthusiasm
,I resumed on the 5th of February,2024.
I made payment for my school fees ,hostel fee and other dues.When it was time for registration,I arranged my documents and photocopied my certificates and other documents needed for the registration process.
Surprisingly, I was able to do all my registration in a day ,quite amazing,because I usually hear people say it takes weeks to get it done and I was really happy that it didn’t make me much of a struggle.
I applied for Awosika female hostel ,which was the only available affordable hostel.
I got an accommodation notification that I’ve been offered accommodation,though it took awhile before I was allocated bed space and then after been allocated my bed space,I settled in and luckily,I was the first to move in to my room.
Few weeks passed and classes started fully then we were introduced to Mechanical engineering Drawings101(MEE101)
It wasn’t easy ,carrying drawing board ,sitting on bare grounds and having to struggle to sit at the front seat for easy access to instructions from the lecturers ,we had the class once or twice weekly.
We did practical courses that involved us going to the laboratory,we did tiltration and other interesting topics in the practical aspect of Chemistry.
On matriculation day,we converged at Obafemi Awolowo Auditorium,Obanla Campus.Everyone dressed colourfully in their matriculation gowns ,smiling faces and all
It was indeed a sight to behold
At last the long awaited journey as just begun
From matriculation to convocation I pray oh lord,Amen..

As I sat in my room with nothing much to do, my eyes fell upon an article lying on the table. It looked like a cartoon pot on a sheet, but I realized it was actually an interesting sight to draw. Suddenly, I felt the urge to get creative, and the idea of making a drawing popped into my mind.

It had been ages since I last picked up a pencil to draw something, but the idea of trying my hand at it again excited me. I decided to give it a shot. As I began sketching, I quickly realized that drawing wasn't as easy as I remembered. My first attempt didn't turn out as expected, and the result was far from what I had envisioned.

Undeterred, I was determined to get that perfect image on paper. I wiped the slate clean and started over, attempting to recreate the design with more precision and care. The second attempt was better, but I felt there was still room for improvement.

Drawing and erasing, cleaning and retrying, I persisted until I finally achieved the image I had in mind. It took several tries, but with each attempt, I learned and improved. When I finished, I looked at the drawing in front of me, feeling a sense of pride and accomplishment. The lines and shapes came together to form a beautiful image, and I couldn't help but admire my handiwork.

It was a small victory, but the process of creating something from scratch and persevering until I achieved the desired result was incredibly gratifying. This experience reminded me of the satisfaction that comes from pursuing a creative endeavor and the joy of seeing improvement through dedication and patience. It was a simple drawing, but it left me with a sense of fulfillment and a newfound appreciation for the art of creating.

Alright put call if you want your picture on a portrait. I can draw, no reason am.

The photo shows a fast race between dogs and a cheetah, the goal was to see who was the fastest. Everyone was surprised that the cheetah did not budge from its place. We asked the race coordinator what happened.
After seeing this picture, he replied: Sometimes trying to prove that you are the best is an insult.
We do not need to go down to the level of others, to show our strength.
Think carefully and save your energy for what you
deserve...
The cheetah uses its speed only to hunt, not to prove to the dogs that it is the fastest and strongest."

Today was a really tough day in school. We started classes around 8 a.m., and things seemed normal at first. But then everything got all mixed up. Our first class was supposed to end at around 2 p.m., giving us a nice, long break before the next one. But that's not how it went. Two other teachers made them go on and on, and we didn't finish until around 7 p.m. It felt like the day would never end.

I was so drained and tired when I finally got home. Throughout the day, I had only managed to snack on a few things, and they didn't fill me up at all. When I got home, I was so tired that I couldn't even muster up the energy to cook, even though I had bought some groceries. My legs were aching from sitting on a hard chair for the whole day.

I just sunk into the sofa, and I couldn't decide what to eat for dinner. That's when I suddenly remembered I had some bread. It was like a lightbulb went off in my head – a surge of relief and gratefulness washed over me. Finding that bread was a small victory in a long, tiring day. It may seem like a simple thing, but it made a huge difference in my evening. After struggling through such a difficult day, just having the bread was enough to soothe my tired soul.

You might be wondering why I am awake by this time, well...
...Its my ALARM.
Good night.

I had been awaiting the arrival of the foodstuffs that my family was supposed to send me for the last three days. Anticipating their delivery, I planned and set aside a specific time to pick them up from the nearest bus stop, which was just a stone's throw away from my school.

As I waited at the bus stop, I received a call from the driver who was in charge of delivering the foodstuffs, only to my dismay, when I understood that a mix-up had occurred. He informed me that my foodstuffs was actually at another bus stop located a considerable distance from my school. My heart sank as I realized that I would have to spend more than I had budgeted for transportation to retrieve my stuffs.

Reluctantly, I counted out three times the anticipated amount for transportation. When I finally received my foodstuffs and got home, I couldn't help feeling a bit regret at the unexpected additional cost. However, as I stared at the comforting sight of my foodstuffs, my disappointment disappeared. I couldn't help but acknowledge that the joy it brought me outweighed the frustration I felt over the extra cause that I spent. After all, food is life and happiness for me. Hence, I decided to simply let go of the thought of the money I had lost on transportation.

Going back to the hands of time I will never forget the guilt I felt when I realized I had forgotten my dad's birthday. It was a chaotic day, and exams and other urgent matters had consumed me. But that was no excuse for neglecting to reach out to my dad on his special day.

As the day went on, I saw that my siblings had all called to wish him well. I felt even worse, knowing I was the only one who had forgotten. When I finally saw the missed call from my dad's number, my heart sank. I had let him down.

I took a deep breath and dialed his number again, hoping he would answer. But he didn't. So, I did the next best thing I sent him a long text message, pouring out my heart and apologizing for my forgetfulness. I explained how busy I was, but acknowledged that was no excuse for forgetting. I promised him that no matter where I was in the world, I would be there for his 60th birthday celebration.

Fast-forward to today, and I'm thrilled to be home to celebrate that very milestone with him! We've got a perfect plan in place to make sure he has the most blissful birthday ever. As I look back, I realize how much my dad means to me. He's my anchor, my rock, and I'm so grateful for his love and support over the years.

"Happy 60th birthday to my anchor!" I say, giving him a big hug. "I love you more than words can express. May this new chapter in your life bring you joy, happiness, and all your favorite things."

It was one of those rushy mornings when everyone seemed to be caught off guard.
The evening before, our class representative dropped the bombshell that we were scheduled for a presentation the following day, we were all in panic because no one had prepared, nor had anyone done so much as glanced at the prescribed material before time.

To add to the whole matter, the announcement came far too late, at bedtime past the late hours at 10 pm. By then, most of us were already drifting into a world of dreams. The news greeted us at daybreak on our class WhatsApp group, urging us to muster whatever fragmented knowledge we could and to be punctual for the class presentation.

Amidst the tension, I made the decision to tackle the reading head-on. While many lamented on the tiring task of absorbing the unfamiliar content, I was up for the challenge, silently picturing through pages to not just fulfill the presentation requirement but to deliver it with the kind of mastery capable of silencing the whole skeptical countenance by fellow mates.

The first group had presented, the second and the third and it was finally our turn to present. I laid low awaiting someone to come forth to present but none did. And when the man was about to pick from amongst us randomly, I stood to my feet and climbed the stage with 100% composure.

My expressions, articulations and logical explanation on the topic we were given to handle were undoubtedly gracious. I could see the course coordinator smiling uncontrollably.
None of the early groups was able to impress this man, but I surprised him.

The students were helpful too as they paid very close attention, they were baffled at my courage and how eloquent I was vocalizing the topic.
I couldn't be sure of my performance until after my conclusion, the whole class stood to clap.
The man asked for my name again and nodded in contentment.

I sat right across 'her' trying my best to look 'her' in the eyes, or what I perceived were the eyes. The atmosphere seemed somewhat surreal, like there was a palpable tension that could almost be touched if one ventured to. The nagging feeling that I was with a conscious being was quite strong. Yet, a quick look over of 'her' revealed nothing much more than a simple mix of synthetic materials perfectly fitted to make the appearance of a human feature; howbeit, one that exuded latent strength and confidence.
As 'she' shifted her gaze and focused 'her' eyes on mine squarely, I quickly pondered over how I got there, with several questions bubbling in my mind and seeking for closure.
It was year 7072, I quickly recollected. One of the days while I was relaxing on a pouch in my terrace on a rather starry night, I was contacted through telepathy by an unknown person. The message was clear enough for my discernment: the person wanted to meet with me. I had already agreed to meet with the person before on an instinct, I ran back into my house, as quickly as my robotic-fitted leg could enable me ( which was quite fast compared to normal human leg), to consult with Magi, my trusted Artificial Intelligence. On querying Magi about the incident, the response I got from her was curt: I should discontinue any further communication and interaction with the person.
But been the curious cat that I was with years of experience and skill in meddling with artificial intelligence programs, here I was. Needless to say that I didn't pay heed to Magi, my trusted AI for several years.
' I perceive you have several things running through your mind. So, shoot', 'she' said casually.
This jolted me back to reality, as I struggled to maintain a keen gaze on 'her'.
'Are you a male or female,' I asked the one question I could muster at that point .
'In your parlance, you can very well consider me a female ', she responded quite frankly.
I wasn't very much surprised by her response. Already, she had been giving off the 'vibe' that she was a female. It had been subtle, almost intentional, if I were to say so.
'Are you a conscious being?'
This second question from me was much more composed than the first; my years of training and experience in the field of Artificial Intelligence and Machine Learning naturally kicked in.
I observed that she slightly adjusted in the reclining seat she was seating before responding thus:
' I am a conscious being '.
Before I could ponder over her response and possibly pose another question to her, she said:
' What do you consider as conscious?'
( To be continued).

With a warm light in the countryside as the sun descended, my family convened in the living room to talk over our weekend. Every year, my parents would declare that we would be going to see our relatives in the village.

The idea of spending the weekend away from home made my heart sink. I was afraid to leave my friends and my surroundings behind because I had become used to the city life. I became uneasy as my people talked about the of the vacation.

I hesitated as they turned to face me and asked what I thought. My desire to decline and beg them to allow me to remain at home was strong, but the words became stuck in my throat. They begged me to seize the chance to spend time with relatives and get back to our native land, but I could see the disappointment in their eyes.

I consented to go even though I knew in my heart that it was hard for me. I was anxious as we prepared our belongings and headed on our way.

But my concerns vanished as soon as we arrived at our cousins' comfortable house tucked away among the undulating hills. I felt at ease and like I belonged there because of the clean air and the friendly greeting from our loved ones.
It was a wonderful journey I would have regretted more not going at all.

I, a final-year student, of the university of Benin felt a mix of excitement and apprehension as the last week on campus approached. Like many others, I eagerly anticipated the tradition of themed outfits each day. However, as someone from a modest background, I soon realized the financial strain it would bring.

With each passing day, the pressure mounted. Reluctantly, I called my dad for assistance, only to hear that finances were tight. Disheartened, I turned to my uncle, whom I hadn't spoken to in months. Just as hope waned, my phone buzzed with his unexpected call, asking if I needed anything.

Overwhelmed with gratitude and relief, I poured out my concerns to him. Without hesitation, my uncle offered not just moral support but financial aid that surpassed my expectations. With renewed spirit, I accepted his gesture, feeling empowered to fully embrace the last week on campus.

Adorned in themed outfits, I participated not just as a student, but as someone who had overcome a challenge with the unwavering support of family. My experience became a testament to resilience and the profound impact of familial love, reminding me that in times of need, help often arrives from unexpected places.

#your latest graduate

Today was a struggle. I couldn’t wrap my head around the idea of having to write a test, especially after a long day at our clinical post-doc that was so far from the school. We got back from school around noon, whereas the test was scheduled to begin at 2.

It was a tough situation, and to make it worse, I hadn’t managed to eat before leaving. However, surprisingly, I wasn’t feeling overwhelmingly hungry this particular day. I thanked the Lord silently, as usually, when I spend long hours at school without eating, my stomach makes known its disapproval.

The test began, and I could say that the only studying I did was waiting for the clock to strike 2. When we saw the questions, others began to voice their complaints, but I remained silent. The questions seemed familiar and comprehensible to me, and I tackled them with confidence.

Afterwards, we created and marked the test as a group, and to my surprise, the outcome was favorable. I was content with my performance, and the experience turned out to be great, unlike how I had anticipated it to be.

The Light of Hope

Nigeria's Renewed Hope

By
Comrade Philip Tyongun Doki-Abua

In a Nigeria ravaged by darkness, fuel scarcity, and economic hardship under the Tinubu Renewed Hope government, one generator stood tall in Abuja's city center. It symbolized the nation's resilience, but its dwindling fuel supply mirrored the country's desperate state.
Kande, a young and determined girl, lived in a nearby slum. She had lost her father, a maize farmer, to the brutal attacks of Fulani herdsmen who had invaded their farm, seeking to graze their cattle on the lush crops. The tragedy had left her mother struggling to make ends meet amidst soaring food prices and rampant unemployment.
As the generator's roar grew fainter, Kande's hopes seemed to fade with it. But she refused to give up. She spent her days scavenging for scraps and her nights studying by the faint light of a dying phone battery. Her dream was to become an engineer, to bring light and power back to her community.
One fateful evening, while exploring the internet at a local cybercafe, Kande stumbled upon an online community discussing sustainable energy solutions. Inspired, she convinced her friends to join her in building a solar-powered mini-grid for their community.
As they worked tirelessly, the nation grappled with the crippling fuel scarcity, Yahoo Yahoo (internet fraud) syndicates exploited the desperation, and the cost of living continued to skyrocket. The government struggled to find solutions, but Kande's small solar project sparked a beacon of hope.
When the last generator finally died, Kande's solar grid roared to life, illuminating the darkness. The community rallied around her, and soon, the project expanded, powering homes, businesses, and even a local farm.
But Kande knew that the open grazing issue was a root cause of the conflict that had taken her father's life. She decided to expand her project to include a sustainable farming initiative, promoting ranching and feed production to replace open grazing.
With the help of her community, Kande established a model farm, showcasing the benefits of ranching and feed production. The initiative caught the attention of the government, which began to support and replicate the model nationwide.
As the solar grids expanded and the farming initiative took root, the nation slowly transformed:
- Farmers could grow their crops without fear of invasion
- Herdsmen could graze their cattle on designated ranches
- Food production increased, reducing prices
- The conflict between farmers and herdsmen decreased
- The community became a model for sustainable development
Kande's initiative inspired a national movement, and soon, solar panels, mini-grids, and model farms sprouted across Nigeria. The nation slowly transformed, harnessing the power of innovation and collective action to overcome its struggles.
Under the Tinubu Renewed Hope government, Nigeria began to experience a renewed sense of hope and progress. The story of Kande and her community served as a beacon of inspiration, showing that even in the darkest of times, the power of resilience, innovation, and collective action could drive positive change.

Sweetest Summer Rain

Chapter 1: A Chance Encounter

My story begins! The sun beamed down on the picturesque town of Agbani, casting its golden rays across the rolling hills. Joe, a young man with a wild spirit and an insatiable curiosity, strolled down the main street, his eyes wandering over the charming shops and colourful houses. He had always yearned for adventure, seeking solace in the unknown and the unexpected.

As he meandered along, a burst of laughter caught his attention. Curiosity piqued, Joe turned towards the source of the joyous sound and found himself drawn to a small café tucked away in a corner. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the melodious chatter of people enticed him inside.

The café was bustling with activity, and Joe's eyes scanned the room, searching for the source of that infectious laughter. And then, he saw her. Mary, sitting at a corner table, her vibrant paintings displayed around her, emanating a sense of whimsy and joy. Her eyes sparkled like the summer rain, inviting all who looked upon her to embrace the magic of life.

Unable to resist the pull, Joe made his way towards her table, feeling an inexplicable connection. He introduced himself, and their conversation flowed effortlessly. They spoke of dreams and passions of hidden desires and untold stories. It was as if they had known each other for a lifetime, their souls entwined by an invisible thread.

Hours passed like fleeting moments, and as the sun began its descent, Joe and Mary realized they had shared something extraordinary. They exchanged contact information, promising to meet again. With a lingering smile and a glimmer of anticipation in his eyes, Joe bid Mary farewell, his heart brimming with excitement for what the future might hold.

As Joe stepped outside, the first droplets of rain began to fall. The summer rain was a gentle embrace, refreshing the air and cleansing the world around him. He tilted his head back, letting the raindrops kiss his face, and in that moment, he felt a surge of hope and possibility. Little did he know that this sweet summer rain would mark the beginning of an unforgettable journey, where friendships would blossom, secrets would unfold, and the magic of life would reveal itself in the most unexpected ways.

Anticipate!!!! CHAPTER TWO (2)....

It was a quiet day at school, so me and my friend Pat decided to take a walk through the market on our way home. Pat wanted to buy a reading table, so we were checking out different shops to find the best deal.

As we wandered through the market, we noticed that the sellers were asking for high prices. They probably thought we didn't know much about bargaining because we were just boys. Pat tried to negotiate at two shops, but the sellers didn't budge on the price.

I felt bad seeing Pat having a hard time, so I stepped in to help. I went to another shop and asked for the price of the table. The seller gave us a fair price, but I didn't stop there. I bargained and managed to get an even better deal. Pat was so surprised and happy, he couldn't believe we got such a good price.

To celebrate our successful bargaining, Pat bought me some treats to take home. He wouldn't stop smiling, from what he budgeted for purchasing the table, he still had #3000 left.

We walked home with big smiles on our faces, feeling proud of our little adventure at the market. Pat was more happy as he felt the naira notes in his pockets, he knew he wouldn't be walking home with any penny if by chance, I didnt render the expertise help which I learnt from my mother.

I've always been an active member of our church community, and today was a special day as we celebrated the completion of our church building. It was an unforgettable event, filled with joy and gratitude. People came together to donate generous amounts in support of God's work, as they always do. I've always had an excuse handy whenever donations were mentioned—I would play the student card to ease the guilt of not contributing.

Today, however, something inside me stirred, an inner spirit that urged me to step up and join in. I couldn't ignore it. Despite being a student living on a tight budget, I made the decision to contribute. It may have been just 2000 naira, but for me, it was a significant amount. I couldn't help but think of all the blessings God had bestowed upon me. In light of that, I felt compelled to express my appreciation. Besides, if I had saved that money, it might have been squandered on something frivolous in the future.

As I dropped my modest donation into the collection, a sense of peace and contentment washed over me. It felt right. The smiles and gratitude from the church members cemented my belief that I had made the correct decision.

Looking back, I'm glad I listened to that inner voice. It's true what they say—no gift is too small to make a difference. God has done marvelous things in my life, and I was grateful for the opportunity to give back, no matter the amount.