Kingsley Okeke @kingsleychi

Going down memory lane, I can still remember this very night. I was lying in my sweet bed, but I had chosen not to take my evening bath. My mom always said that taking a bath before bedtime was important, but there was a movie on TV that I found so interesting that I just couldn’t leave the seat. Taking to take my bath will cause me to miss a scene which I wasn't planning to.

As I lay there on my bed dozing soundly, I felt something strange on my skin. I didn’t know what it was, and it scared me a lot. I tried to ignore it, but soon the little stings turned into a swe that made my skin feel itchy. I just couldn’t help it so I started to wail loudly.

I called for my mom, who hurried into my room. I told her about the stings and how I thought there might be a little ant or bug in my bed and pointed to the blanket, tears streaming down my face. As I waited for her to find the evil ant while I suffered the sting pains.

My mom gently lifted the blanket and looked around my bed, but we couldn’t find any ants or bugs anywhere. Maybe they were hiding really well, or maybe it was because I didn’t take my bath and the dirt got mixed up with my sweat. I don’t know, but it was such a long night, very scary and painful all together.

As the minutes turned into hours, I kept crying. My mom sat with me, rubbing my back to help me feel better and I could still remember sleep creeping back on me as my wail reduced and died out as I entered the wonderland. Till date, I do not miss taking my bath all evenings.

I have known Chinedu quite well since childhood. We even went to the same secondary school, and all the time that I knew him, he had no beard not even a strand of hair under his chin. We all knew this until he traveled three months ago. Then, upon returning last week, he looked so grown up and manly, with a full grown beard that even looked wild. It was as if he was born with it.

I asked him for the secret behind those hairs, those beards under his chin, but he wouldn’t say. He claimed he was already growing them before he left, but I knew within myself that he wasn’t growing those hairs before he left.

It was until yesterday, when I visited him after he took his bath, that I discovered the truth. I was alone in his room when I saw the kit. It was an oil kit that contained a hair booster, a beard booster, whatever. When he came out from the bedroom and saw me handling the oil containers, he let out a laugh, realizing I had already caught him. But before he could make any statement to justify his reasons or whatever, I had already scrubbed a good amount of the oil in my hand and dabbed it on my chin too. Who doesn't want that kind of beard

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

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.

Back in secondary school days, my home economics teacher always talked about personal hygiene and the use of perfume and scented liquids on the body.

Well, by then, I didn't have money to purchase perfume. there were many other things to do with money than to spend it on perfumes, and my parents agreed more to this. So, I figured out a plan to maneuver the whole situation and smell nice each time I was in school.

There was this market path that led to the school. Every morning, I would branch there and pretend like I wanted to buy a perfume. Then I would spray about 4 to 5 different brands and pretend like I disliked them.
The joy of my fellow students always coming to sniff my ever changing scent each day made me feel like a celebrity.

The exact are where they sold these perfumes had long line of shops, and there was no way they could detect my tactics.
Funny enough, I finished my SS3 without problems and still kept to my expensive perfume lifestyle.

There is this woman who owns a shop down the street. She usually has a lot of goodies and sells almost all basic commodities. Her shop is mainly focused on food and provisions, more than the other shops around, which is why I preferred going there. I didn’t want to face the disappointment of not finding what I wanted elsewhere.

So, this particular day, I went in to buy something. After making my purchase, she mentioned an account number that wasn’t working anymore and warned people not to transfer any money there. She had given me that heads-up about two days ago. But the devil was at it today, because I completely forgot about her warning.

I made a transfer of 1,500 Naira to that very account. When we realized what happened, she fell silent. After we pointed out the error and confirmed I had mistakenly sent the money to the wrong account, she remained quiet. It was one of those moments when you could feel the tension in the air and feel embwrrased.

I stood for some minutes hoping that the seller might come up with a suitable idea that would be convenient for both of us, but she didn't.
Checking my balance on Opay, I realized that I was running very low on funds but to save myself from embarrassment and time wastage, I duplicated the transfer and walked out in anger.

Please this story took me some hours, just help me react to it please.