Life Hack Stories & Experiences

It's always funny how it becomes so hard to keep saving when you actually have access to that money at any point in time. Well, I decided to accumulate a little bit of cash here on MindViewers. It’s been quite a challenging task to reserve the money and watch it grow daily, from nothing to a little something.

We all know how the economy has been. Even with #100,000 now, the probability of celebrating a stable Christmas still feels a bit shaky. So, I’m actually planning for my Christmas to focus on being happy and making my siblings and those who look up to me happy as well on that day, rather than overspending or stressing over material things.

It's very hard to save. Each day, I look at the money and think about taking out #10,000 or even #5000, But consistently, God has been helping me.

I had the biggest fight in my 7th journey about 3 days ago, or maybe it was 2 days ago; I can't remember exactly which day it was. On that day, I had some bills that I needed to settle, and I looked at this money. It took me several hours contemplating whether to make a withdrawal for the next day or just pretend like the money wasn't there. I'm very glad that, after everything, I actually chose to pretend like the money wasn't there, and it worked for me. I was able to fix the bill and continue with my life. I pray that God continues to give me this grace so that Christmas will be as joyous as anticipated— not too much, but just beautiful and something worthy to remember.

I am someone very conscious of the kind of soap that I use to take my bath. I’ve realized that some soaps, which I used while growing up, had a noticeable effect on my skin and even on my entire mood for the day. At around 18 years old, I decided to stick with a particular soap that has been good to me: Eva soap.

The other soaps I tried always led to either a skin reaction or inexplicable mood swings that I couldn't quite understand or explain scientifically. That's just the way it is for me. Soaps like Ivory soap, Imperial Leather soap, Premium soap, and Hawaii soap, despite their pleasant scents, cause irritation and rashes on my skin.

I went to my friend's place about a week ago, and while I was there, I noticed the super pack of soap that he had bought. The name of the soap was Premier Cool. I looked at it and admired its features. I examined the ingredients used in making it, and they all seemed simple, so I decided to take a piece of the bath soap and bring it home with me.

After I tried the soap and used it for my bath, I found that it was actually great! I really enjoyed the menthol or, should I say, mint scent that it left on my body. The sensation was out of this world. I used it on a sunny day, and after my bath, I felt cold and refreshed. It was just so awesome! However, I did worry about possible skin reactions.

After taking my bath, I went to bed. The next morning, I woke up and checked my body and fortunately there was no rashes.
Premier cool is cheaper and under this our current capsizing economy, cheaper things takes up first place.

Early this morning, one of my good friends who lives overseas called to let me know he was back in Nigeria and needed someone to fix his satellite. After hearing the details of the job, I assured him I knew someone who could handle it perfectly. Once we hung up, I quickly called another friend who’s an expert installer and told him someone would be contacting him soon for a job. He agreed, and I ended the call.

I then called my overseas friend back and gave him the installer’s contact details. He thanked me and said he would reach out right away. But not long after, he called me again to say the installer’s line wasn’t going through. Curious, I decided to try the number myself. To my surprise, it wasn’t connecting. I even borrowed other people’s phones to try, but the line still refused to go through. We kept trying from morning until evening, but nothing worked.

Unfortunately, my overseas friend couldn’t wait any longer, and the job had to be given to someone else. I was frustrated because everything had been planned out so smoothly, yet something beyond our control ruined it. I kept wondering what could have happened to the installer’s phone.

Finally, close to midnight, the installer called me back. He told me he had lost his phone in the morning. I felt so bad for him. I knew he was skilled and really needed the job, and I had done everything possible to help. But it seemed like bad luck had its own plans that day.

I bought my favorite food, and after eating, I started feeling some stomach pains. At first, I didn’t think much of it, after all, it was something I loved eating. But the pain got worse, and soon, I could barely breathe. It was clear that I needed help. I rushed to the nearest clinic, hoping to get some medicine to ease the pain quickly.

When I got there, I met a woman who was clearly dealing with a lot herself. She had suffered a stroke, and her office door was wide open. Her movements were slow, and even talking seemed difficult for her. Seeing her struggle like that broke my heart. This was someone who had spent seven years studying medicine, and yet here she was, suffering with disabilities. I felt deep sympathy for her.

As I waited for her to prescribe my medication, she asked for my name. I told her, and it took her almost 20 seconds to repeat it back to me. Each word seemed to take so much effort, but she kept going. Her hands moved slowly as she wrote down my details, and I could feel the frustration of how long it took.

Finally, she finished writing and handed me the medicine. In that moment, all I felt was gratitude and respect for her. Despite her struggles, she was still there, helping others in any way she could. As I turned to leave, I couldn’t help but say, “God be with you, ma.” She looked at me and said softly, “Thank you, my son.”

Walking out of the clinic, the pain in my stomach didn’t seem as bad anymore. My mind was filled with thoughts of her strength and endurance.

Mixing my project with work, exams, seminar topics, and literature reviews has been utterly exhausting. I barely have any time for myself each day. Every second feels so precious, and I think I'm enjoying it, if not for the overwhelming fatigue that engulfs me afterwards. Right now, I'm battling my eyes as they threaten to close on their own, weighed down by a mix of fright and awe at the tasks ahead. I will make sure that doesn't happen.

Last week, we wrote two exam papers, and more still await us before we can retire for the holiday. In addition to that, we have two more exam papers to complete. The project is particularly time-consuming, consuming my days from morning until night.

I want to take a moment to thank God for a website that I discovered today. This project has helped me in various ways that not everyone sees or understands. I’ve gained access to an array of tools: many website tools, editing tools, generative tools, and assisting tools that make my work much easier.

Particularly speaking, I found out about this incredible website just yesterday, and I must say, it’s been the best resource I could have hoped for. I was able to write an entire chapter in less than an hour, complete with thorough screening and proper references attached.

After only a day of using it, I'm starting to truly enjoy the process. The ease and efficiency it brings to my writing make it a game-changer for me.

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

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

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

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

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

Over the time I have always declined Fatima's invitations to accompany her to her doctor's appointments, not because I didn't want to support her, but because I've never been fond of hospital environments. However, the tables turned today when I asked Fatima to take me to see her doctor. I've been experiencing sharp stomach pains for a couple of days and couldn't take it anymore.

Upon arrival, I was surprised by the hospital's setup and the amazing environment. I remarked on this to Fatima, then she answered that I would be even more impressed by the doctor in charge. As we entered the hospital, you needed to see the crowd of people waiting to see the doctor. We registered and waited for our turn.

After a few hours, we finally met with the doctor. Her condition was pitiful, even to the extent that I had to listened intently as she spoke, observing the struggles she faced as she prescribed medication for me. As we left the office, Fatima asked how the appointment went. I expressed my surprise, and upon further inquiry, I discovered that the doctor had faced numerous health challenges, including high blood pressure, stroke, and skin cancer, which has left her with some physical deformities.

The doctor's resilience and dedication to her profession were inspiring. Despite her physical deformities, she remained committed to practicing medicine. I left with a newfound appreciation for this strong and remarkable woman.

After I completed my JAMB exam in 2020, I received an excellent score, and my aggregate score was perfect. I was eagerly waiting for my admission into my dream course, which was Medicine and Surgery. However, I was disappointed when I received my admission letter and found out that my course had been changed to Anatomy instead of Medical Science.

Despite the change, I accepted the admission and began my studies. During my first year (100 level), I decided to write another JAMB exam because I wanted to pursue my dream career. While many of my classmates were busy buying application forms to switch to different departments, I chose to follow my own path. I relied on my self-inspiration and determination, staying focused on my goals without being influenced by others.

While others were reading just to pass their semester exams, I was actually reading to pass my semester exam and also to deepen my understanding of the field. I immersed myself in textbooks, research papers, and online resources, craving knowledge beyond the curriculum. My passion for medicine grew stronger every day, and I envisioned myself in a white coat, making a difference in people’s lives.

I immersed myself in deep readings, trying also to go and write JAMB that same year. I was willing to write JAMB while also preparing for my semester exams, determined to excel. I attended night classes, rarely slept during the day; my life then revolved entirely around studying. It was a sacrifice I was willing to make, and finally, it paid off.

I never thought of putting this into a story, but today, I am motivated to share it. I am currently in Medicine, now in my 300 level, and God has truly been gracious so far. I used my 100 level experience during the Anatomy course to help me through my critical times in 100 level, drawing strength and lessons from those challenges.

After the cholera outbreak, I became scared of buying handmade drinks from nearby stores and vendors. I worried because these drinks aren't made in professional or certified conditions. I didn't want to risk buying from street vendors anymore.

So, I decided to make soy milk for myself. I gathered everything I needed for the process, including grinding, sieving, and filtering. It was a bit tough, and I couldn't help but wonder how those vendors manage all the work and expenses.

Soaking the soybeans overnight, I spent hours rinsing, blending, and straining, all while trying to perfect the smooth texture I desired. At each step, I became increasingly aware of the hidden costs not just in terms of the ingredients, but also the time and effort I was investing. The supplies, and the utility bills, began to pile up.

Once I calculated the cost price of my homemade soy milk, the figure stunned me. It far surpassed what I would pay at the store, especially from those who had turned soy milk production into a thriving business. I found myself thinking if those who made and sold soya milk as a full time business, do see any gain from this endeavor after I filled some cans and estimated their cost.

With everything becoming increasingly expensive in the market, I realized that the joy of making my own soya milk didn't satisfy the state of the situation. Maybe it was best to leave the soya milk to the professionals for now. After all, I had quenched my taste and hunger for this delicious beverage; it was time for me to step back and cool out, letting others handle the complexities of soya milk production.

It had been a long time in the kitchen as I prepared some Egusi soup with Eba. After I set my good meal on the table, thoughts began to fill my mind. I reflected on the past three years, remembering when life was better in the country. Back then, the economy was a bit better, and a bag of cement cost around 3,500 Naira. Now, each bag is over 8,900 Naira, which is a huge increase.

I started to think about how this affects people, especially those trying to make a living. For someone working hard and trying to be independent, it could take more than 20 million Naira just to build a decent house—not a fancy one, but a comfortable, livable space.

I wondered how everyone else is managing with the economy the way it is. It seems so difficult for many. How do people cope with these rising costs and challenges? It's a serious situation that weighs heavily on my mind.

At every swallow I take, a different thought fill my mind: How much really do a man have to earn monthly to live just a stable life, nothing extravagant.
Is scamming the way forward?
It could be for lots of youths, but not me who have sowed his seed in God's vineyard.

But these thoughts continue to weigh on me. When will thongs get better?

I've consistently noticed the vibration from my phone. I knew it was a call from either a family member or a close friend. However, it was uncomfortable for me to reach out and take the call because I was in a church service. On the constant ring, I decided to excuse myself and take the call. Fortunately, it was from a female friend. That alone kept me wondering why the disturbance and how urgent it was. Whatever the situation was, she wanted to distract me from the service.

Little did I know that it was a serious case, as she was crying. I kept asking what the problem was, then she said her dad was kidnapped on his way back from the office, and they hadn't heard from him. For one second, I was speechless, so she ended the call herself. Not too long after, she called again, saying they'd heard from the kidnappers, who were asking for seventy million. There was no possible way they could raise that money within the limited time. The situation was dire, and raising such an amount would be very hard. I never knew when I burst into tears with her.

At this point, we could do little or nothing but pray and believe in God for a miracle. So, we decided to take the next step and ask God for a miracle, which we did. After much conversation with the kidnappers, they were able to reduce the ransom to ten million. So, we started making calls, asking for help from all related friends and family members. Thank God we were able to raise the money they requested, and the payment was made instantly.

I returned to school today after a splendid holiday, a whole one month of holiday, it was a good time, at least I rested. Every other thing went very well, but one thing was missing out; my brother didn't come home from his school for the holiday, holidays are always bored for me if he is not around. I slept a lot during the holiday because of boredom, but I was happy that lots of stress had been taken off me for a while.

Barely a day since I got back to school, I have gone to the market to buy foodstuffs and prepare myself a pot of soup, something I didn't do for the past one month, my mother and sisters always had that aspect covered. It looks a bit stressful, shows how much of a comfort a home is. Mistakenly poured hot water on my fingers, it still hurts till now, something that my mum will deep her hands in a boiling water of 100°C and will feel no pain.

There hasn't been any power supply since I got back, the reason is that someone went to the power substation to steal in the midnight, the person got electrocuted to death in the process, since then, there hasn't been power supply and it's five days now since the incident occurred. I now have to pay to charge my phone and power bank, something that a generator would have been powered on if it was home. Well, I will adapt, I have no other choice, do I?

Reflecting on the past one month at home and a day at school, it can be said that home is the better side, true, but it also has grieved consequences. I thought about it too; too much comfort will lead to failure, we need environments far from home, to help build and shape us into strong individuals with great mindset. We will never know what the outside world looks like if we remain at home, so you see we also need the tough side too.

So for me, I just see my time in school and the stress and difficulty that comes with it as a kind of training, and when I'm beginning to wear out, I run back home for comfort and come back stronger. The two sides are very important and we all need them if we are gonna build ourselves into great individuals. It's that time again where I do everything for myself without help, till it's holiday again. Life must continue, it must.

The last time I traveled home, I decided to bring a big music box back to school. I was so excited because I love good sound and music, and this box delivered both perfectly. However, the problem with it was that it had only two options: either it played very loudly or it was too low. Once I increased the volume by even one inch, it became unbearable for my neighbors. As students living in a lodge, it’s important to be considerate, and I didn’t want to disturb anyone with loud music.

Often, my neighbors would knock on my door, politely asking me to turn the volume down. They never shouted or got angry, but I could tell they weren’t happy. I felt bad because I wasn’t even enjoying the music myself at such a low volume. It became clear that the music box wasn’t practical for my environment. Instead of creating good vibes, it was becoming a source of stress, both for me and my neighbors.

Eventually, I resorted to using a smaller music player. It wasn’t as powerful as the big box, but at least I could enjoy my music without worrying about disturbing anyone. Today, a friend of mine came over and noticed I wasn’t using the big music box anymore. He asked about it, and I explained the situation with the loud noise and how it wasn’t allowed in our lodge. Surprisingly, he asked if he could have it. I paused for a moment, wondering if his place allowed loud music, but I didn’t overthink it. I just gave it to him.

Later in the day, he sent me a text. He said the music box was amazing and that he was enjoying it. His excitement made me smile. I was happy it was finally being put to good use instead of sitting idle in my room. At least now, someone was benefiting from it, and I no longer had to feel bad about owning something I couldn’t fully enjoy.

I've always had the habit of buying my Christmas clothes very early enough because I know by December things will get very expensive and then considering the traffic and the stress of going to the market by then. So yesterday I left for a pre-market survey, checking for the latest designs and possibly what will be the reigning fashion for the ladies for the season.

Trust me, we've got so many designs in the market, and I felt like going for all. One of the biggest issues I had all through my tour was the problem of choice. They were all looking beautiful, that I couldn't just define what I wanted for myself, but at last I was able to lay my hand on a few of them, and was very much okay with my choice.

The moment of truth let's hear the prices, I knew things have become very expensive, but with the prices in the market, I doubt if I will be able to pay for any at the moment, and besides, I only came for a survey. On the other hand, I had wasted both my time and energy going to the market, so since I couldn't pay for any of the clothes, I decided to just buy a few foodstuffs. Anyhow, I needed to survive first before going for clothes.

In the market today, I wanted to buy some very spicy stuff for my food. I was looking for good condiments that would make my meal taste better. Since I already had spaghetti at home, I aimed to spend just a little amount on maybe some meat, tomatoes, green beans, onions, pepper, and other spices.

After I was done shopping, I had to recalculate and recalculate again after checking my balance. I had already spent over 10,000 Naira, and I couldn't wrap my head on what I bought.
Let's break it down: I got meat for 2,500 Naira, and then there was a short sized bottle of groundnut oil for 4,000 Naira. I think that’s what took the money.

I couldn't believe that I had spent such an amount when I just wanted to cook a very small meal and enjoy myself for the day. That amount was supposed to last me for a week or two! laughs But it’s alright; let’s hope for another day and a better week ahead.

I went to a site today with my friend, who the father sent to supervise the block moulding for their new house. My friend is familiar with the people living around that axis, so he gave one of them some amount of money to transport cements from a house it was stored, to where it will be moulded. The person left and said he was going to get a wheelbarrow to carry out the task.

That was 7:00am in the morning, we waited at the site, alongside the people who are to mould the block till 8:30am, the guy did not transport the cements to the site. After much investigation, we found out that the guy has ran away with the money. I was very surprised, he lives in that area, and surely he will meet my friend again, how will his face be like after what he did.

That place is a village, yet to be fully developed, nobody there looked rich, which I later concluded why. After looking for someone else to transport the cement, and then the work was done, it was time to head home. While my friend, some of the block moulder and I was trekking out to where we will find a vehicle to board home, we came across a tattered house where the guy that ran away after collecting payment, lives.

In this modern era, the house was made of mud and the roof was dried leaves. The guy is married and we saw his kids playing outside, with torn clothes, everywhere looked so unkept, even the kids. I pitied the kids but blamed the guy, he is not trustworthy, scams people with every little chance he gets, till people have distanced their selves from him, and won't even recommended him for jobs anymore.

His deceitful life has made people exclude him from everything, yet he won't learn. My friend will never want anything to do with him again, how does he expect to survive in a world where he deceives everybody and is avoided? His life is very stagnated, yet he won't change his ways. In the village, most of them don't care about trust and honesty, they are after what they can embezzle away right away and finish it in one square meal, forgetting that they will be hungry again, and will still need people to work with. Just so sad.

I remember something that happened when I was still a teenager, it stays with me till today. That time, if a teenager is reported to our church to have insulted an adult, stolen, or carried out other similar acts, the teenager will be laid down in front of the church on a Sunday and flogged. I remember watching others get flogged, I prayed it didn't get to me.

Like it or not, it was discipline, and we behaved well. One day I washed my elder brother's trousers and found a 500 naira note, I took the money happily and started budgeting what to buy with it. Before I finished washing, my brother walked up to me and asked if I had seen some money in his clothes while washing them. I wanted to lie, but couldn't, I told him "yes".

He told me that he saw when I found the money in his pocket and wanted to know if I will say the truth. So this is how I would have been flogged in church. As at then, I did everything respectfully and honestly, I can't remember insulting my parents even for once, because of the fear of being disciplined in front of many people, could be humiliating, so I avoided at all cost.

But just this evening, I saw a teenager beating up the mother and insulting the handicapped father, and saying that nothing will happen. The teenagers that were disciplined back then didn't commit offense of this nature, because there was high level of discipline. But now, kids will be comfortably disrespecting elders, and there will be nobody to discipline them, not even the parents.

The church used to be concerned in the way the kids were being brought up, in my opinion I will say I like those days where you will be called out in church and disciplined if you misbehaved. But now even the adults are also misbehaving. The Bible made it clear; "spare the rod and spoil the child". Now that the rod is being spared, kids have spoilt beyond repair in this age.

decided to get a mackintosh for my bed. I didn't have any particular problem, but sometimes when I removed my bed sheet to wash it, I would accidentally stain the bed itself. This really irritated me because I didn’t know how to wash the original fabric used to make the bed.

So, I thought that making a mackintosh would be a good solution. I measured the sizes I needed and took it to a tailor last week to start the work.

After I retrieved the finished work yestraday, I tried to insert my bed into the mackintosh, but it wouldn’t fit. I had took the proper measurements, but clearly, I must have made a mistake somewhere or the tailor was trying to conserve the material.
On top of that, I was frustrated about the price I had to pay for this. The tailor had raised the prices of everything, blaming it on the economy. I ended up paying about 12,000 Naira for the material, while usually, it wouldn’t cost more than 8,000 Naira no matter how big the bed is. And my bed wasn’t even that big, just a standard 6 x 5 size.

But it's okay. I’ve already contacted the tailor, and I’ll be taking it back tomorrow to get it fixed. Hopefully, it will work out as I planned.

A few years ago, there was a man in my neighborhood who kept pigeons. These birds often flew around, and some of them would come into my compound before heading back. But there was this one particular pigeon that started showing up at my window more often than the rest. At first, I didn’t think much of it, but when I noticed its consistency, I began leaving little things for it like garri, bread crumbs, or sometimes chin chin.

At first, the pigeon was afraid. The moment I came near, it would fly away without a second thought. It clearly wasn’t interested in being touched or making friends. I decided to just let it be and left food for it to enjoy without disturbing it. Over time, though, it became less scared. It started hanging around my window longer, even after eating the food. I knew we were slowly building some sort of trust.

One day, something surprising happened. The pigeon flew into my house. At first, I thought it might have been an accident, but it didn’t seem panicked or rushed. It stayed calm and even let me touch it briefly before flying off again. That moment was special, as if the bird had finally accepted me as a friend.

From then on, it became a routine. The pigeon would come by almost every evening, and it wasn’t just about the food anymore. It seemed to enjoy being around, and I found myself looking forward to its visits.
Unfortunately, the man who owned the pigeons eventually moved out, and my little feathered friend went with him.

Cooking that stew was like a win, and stepping out to buy bread was the finishing thing. My friend and I had eaten noodles earlier, and while I tried to convince him to stay and eat the stew, he refused. He said it was already late and with Sunday coming, he couldn’t hang around. I didn’t push too much. At least he wasn’t leaving on an empty stomach.

On the way to get the bread, we saw a rat struggling for its life in some really dirty water. It was swimming like crazy, but it was clear the poor thing wasn’t going to make it. We stopped for a bit to watch, and I told my friend, “This rat is done for, no hope at all.” He nodded and then said something that got me thinking.

He said, “That rat is just like all of us in Nigeria right now, struggling to survive in a mess we didn’t even create.” We both laughed, but his words hit deep. It’s true that life here feels like a never-ending hustle with no guarantees. Even when we laugh, it’s like we’re just hiding the weight of everything we deal with daily.

By the time we got the bread, his words still stayed with me. Nigeria is in a tough spot right now, and it’s not just about politics or money, it’s about everyday survival. Some days, we’re just like that rat, trying to stay afloat, hoping we don’t sink further into the mess. It’s a lot to process when you think about it.

After I escorted my friend home, I headed back to enjoy my stew with the bread. But deep down, I couldn’t stop thinking about his words. Just like the rat might find a way out somehow, I hope we all do too. Survival might be hard, but as Nigerians, we’ve learned to keep pushing no matter what.

Today, I was really tired after school. I had read a lot with this particular female friend.
She (friend)- use to own a little bakery store that she's still trying to get out in the light but we had never gotten to have a one and one conversation concerning that.

Reading was over for the day and it was eventually time to retire and head home, staring at the time, I felt accomplished: reading for straight 7hrs without any distractions. But one thing was amiss - I was hungry and had avoided clogging up my system with junks all through the reading hours.
She wanted to be nice to me, so she requested that I gave her a few minutes while she launched out to her hostel.

She returned with a nylon that was bulging with an unknown delicious aroma emanating from whatever that was.
She made me a buttered bread!
As she handed it to me, she also apologised for not making either a minced meat bread or other more nutritional combo's. We both blamed it on time afterwards.

When I took a bite of the buttered bread, it tasted different from what I usually have. Normally, I put a lot of butter on my bread. But this time, my friend had sprinkled some sugar on the butter. It tasted really, really good. The butter wasn't too much. I kept moving around my tongue on what was supposed to be just an ordinary, there was something special and different about this one, I thought.
Out of impatience, I asked if she used something special to make it, but she said no. It was just a little sprinkle of sugar on it and nothing more.

Throughout the day my system was unapologetically filled up with more of buttered bread. I had gotten an extra loaf myself on the way and a box of medium sized butter, I has sugar at home.
This was new discovery that would linger for some time until my taste buds grows weary of it's taste.