Miracle Ukwueze @miracleukwueze

I complain vehemently about having to tackle anatomy courses. The thought of delving into the ethmoid bone, the cranial fissure, and the intricacies of the cranial nerves fills me with dread. These are the kinds of complexities that the professors take years to master, yet I am expected to cram and regurgitate them all within a single day. The pressure is suffocating.

What could I do when the test is in no distant time?
Been scaling the text unsure if I am understanding or not. But shaa, I be smart girl normally.

Of all the cranial nerves, the trigeminal nerve stands out as the pinnacle of complexity, encompassing not just itself, but three additional nerves within its intricate web. The overwhelming nature of the material feels insurmountable, and I feel a sense of resignation settling over me. How can I possibly absorb all this information in such a short time and then regurgitate it in an exam?

The weight of the challenge is relentless, and I struggle to find a single space to breath.
As I round up this story, I'll get on with my reading.
I doubt if there's sleep for me tonight.

I used to love cooking tomato stew, but for some reason, it had been ages since I last made it. Perhaps I just got caught up with the hustle and bustle of being a student and somehow lost track of my favorite recipe. It wasn't that I hated it, I just couldn't find the time to prepare it. However, today was different. I had an early morning start and decided it was the perfect opportunity to finally indulge in the savory delight I had been craving.

I ventured to the market and carefully selected the freshest tomatoes, onions, bell peppers, and all the necessary spices to conjure up the perfect stew. I was ready to embrace the aromas and flavors that I had missed for so long. As I returned from the market, all eager to commence my cooking adventure, I was halted by an unexpected hurdle. I realized that I had run out of gas, and it was a pressing issue that needed to be addressed before I could bring my culinary dreams to life.

With a sense of inconvenience looming over me, I hurried to sort out the gas situation. As luck would have it, I was further delayed by an unexpected exam at school. The exam began late, and we were left waiting for what seemed like an eternity before we even started. Frustrated but determined, once the exam had concluded, I dashed home with renewed purpose.

Eagerly, I busied myself in the kitchen, chopping the vegetables and seasoning the pot with care. Once I had replenished my gas cylinder and ensured everything was in order, I finally started cooking. As the rich aroma of the stew filled my apartment, I savored the anticipation of what was to come.

Lost in my own thoughts, I heard desperate cries coming from down the road as I was strolling home from work. I turned the corner out of curiosity and saw something that would stay with me forever. A small child was being violently taken from his distressed mother by a group of men wearing masks. The mother was sobbing and holding to her child's arm. I watched in fear, caught in shock at the nightmare that was playing out in front of me. My heart was pounding in my chest.

I felt like time stopped for a second when I realized how serious the situation was. The mother's cries for assistance went through the atmosphere and set my heart on fire. I was aware that I had to step in, take some action, anything at all, to protect the kid. As I desperately looked around for a weapon, I noticed a big stone resting close by. I immediately rushed forward, picked up the stone, and threw it as hard as I could toward the kidnappers' car. As the stone hit its target, there was a loud cracking sound that made the kidnappers briefly loosen their hold on the infant.

I seized the chance, snatched the kid, and pulled them out of harm's way. Nevertheless, my little moment of victory was brief for the kidnappers twisted their faces in anger and hatred as they turned to face me. I decided in a single second to run for my life, with adrenaline rushing through my veins. I ran down the street, my heart beating in my ears as I hurried towards safety, ignoring the cries and threats behind me.

I turned off the main road and into a thicket of bushes as soon as I got to the neighborhood's edge in the hopes of becoming lost in the deep bush that would hide my attackers. After what seemed like a lifetime, I eventually emerged from the bushes, breathing heavily and with an beating heart. I looked over my shoulder and there was no evidence of the kidnappers, but I could still picture their scary expressions.

I staggered home, shaking and shivering, my head spinning from the terrifying trauma I had just gone through. It was not until I passed out on my doorway, long after 10 o'clock at night, that the reality of what happened really set in. I had just about escaped with my life after witnessing the unimaginable and intervening in a terrifying circumstance. Even though I would always be bothered by the memory of that dangerous evening, I knew that I had done the right thing and what was required to protect an innocent child.

Today was the day of my exam, and I admit, I was not as prepared as I should have been. But despite my lack of readiness, I decided to take matters into my own hands and make the best of the situation. So, I woke up earlier than usual, about three hours before the exam was scheduled to start.

I left my house with determination in my heart and quickly made my way to school, hoping to carve out some much-needed time to revise in a silent and cool environment. Upon arrival, I found a quiet spot in the library, set up my books and notes, and took a seat. As I immersed myself into my reading, I couldn't help but feel the pressure of time ticking away. I navigated through pages, trying to grasp as much information as possible before the exam began.

Thankfully, I was able to download and read some important pages, bits and pieces of the scheme, before the clock signaled the start of the exam. However, deep down, I knew I hadn't covered even half of what the scheme required. Nonetheless, I remained optimistic and hopeful for the best outcome. After all, what more could I do at that point?

As the time for the exam arrived, I gathered my belongings and proceeded to the examination hall, joining my classmates as we waited in anticipation. The exam paper was handed to me, and as I skimmed through the questions, a wave of tension washed over me. It was tough; I must admit. I struggled through some of the questions, my mind racing to recall information from my last-minute studying. I attempted to answer every question to the best of my ability, reasoning and recalling any relevant information I could muster.

Soon, the exam was over, and I submitted my paper with a glimmer of hope in my heart. The feelings of uncertainty plagued my thoughts as I left the examination hall, watching my fellow students discuss their answers and inevitably comparing note. I could only hope to have done enough, to have earned at least a pass for my efforts.

There lived a flamboyant and feathery fowl named Danny. Danny was no ordinary fowl; he was a rooster with a penchant for blaring loud music at all hours. His favorite pastime? Cranking up the volume and strutting around like a rockstar, completely oblivious to the uproar he was causing in the community.

Every morning, as the sun peeked over the horizon, Danny would blast his favorite tunes, much to the dismay of the sleepyheads trying to catch a few extra winks. Even during the quiet of the night, the neighborhood would resonate with Danny's greatest hits as startled residents mulled over the mystery of how a rooster managed to jam out so loud.

"Hey, Danny, you're waking up the whole neighborhood with that racket!" complained one of his neighbors.

But Danny was unperturbed. He strutted with even more gusto and ratched the volume up a notch higher, much like a rooster reveling in his own morning crowing.

His friend Lizard, who lived in the same neighborhood, attempted to reason with Danny. "Hey, Danny, why not turn down the music a bit? It's making everyone twitchy!"

But Danny, full of himself and thinking he was the king of the coop, retorted, "I'm just setting the mood for the morning! No one appreciates a good beat like I do."

Even his close friend, Rat, warned him, "Danny, you're turning the entire place into a wild concert. It's not good, buddy!"

Yet Danny danced to his own melody. "Don't be such a downer, Rat. If you've got it, flaunt it – that's what I always say!"

So, Danny merrily continued his daily routine, bobbing his head to the music while the disgruntled neighbors tossed and turned, their ears ringing with every decibel.

One fateful night, as Danny snoozed soundly amidst his pulsating playlist, a wily burglar, craving a bit of midnight mischief, found his way into Danny's humble abode. Slipping through an open window, the thief rifled through Danny's possessions with the agility of a ninja, leaving no nook or cranny unturned.

As the morning sun began to rise, Danny finally roused from his peaceful slumber, basking in the echo of his own music. That's when he realized something was terribly amiss – his snazzy furniture was nowhere to be found, not even a single feather pillow! The walls were barren, the cabinets stripped bare, and all that echoed through the empty shell of a house was the persistent beat of his music player.

In a frenzy, Danny flapped his wings and let out a squawk that could be heard across the whole neighborhood. "Where's my stuff?! What happened to my prized possessions?!"

To his utter astonishment, the only thing left in his possession was his beloved music player.

As the examinations approached, the load of fast approaching deadlines fell heavy on my shoulders. Despite my best efforts, I couldn't get over the belief that I hadn't read enough to ace my examinations. Night after night, I studied textbooks and lecture notes, attempting to acquire as much material as possible. But uncertainties continued to haunt me, whispering that I was falling short.

This evening, when the campus quieted down, I found myself going towards the library, trying to squeeze in a few more hours of study before the day ended.
But as I reached the library, I noticed a tiny flash coming from one of the surrounding classrooms. Curiosity stirred up I ventured closer, captivated by the gentle murmur of voices coming from the cracked doorway. Peering inside, I noticed several of my classmates clustered around desks, heads bent over textbooks and notebooks.

I realized I wasn't alone in my struggle. There were others, just like me, dealing with the same anxieties and doubts. Without hesitation, I pulled open the door and entered the room, joining them for their informal study session.

We spent hours going over our notes together, discussing thoughts and quizzing each other on important subjects. The companionship and sense of unity lifted my spirits, relieving the tension that had weighed me down for so long. In that classroom, surrounded by friends and classmates, I discovered an educational and short escape from the constant pressures of exam season.

However, as the night progressed and exhaustion set in, it became clear that the library would soon close and we would be forced to leave. With a heavy heart, I grabbed my bags and said my goodbyes to my new acquaintances, glad for the little peace they provided.

Once upon a time, there was a girl named Lily who had an insatiable craving for oranges. Every day on her way home from school, she would pass by the bustling fruit section of the market, her mouth watering at the sight of the vibrant, juicy oranges. However, she was always short of money, so she could never afford to buy them, much less any additional fruits.

One particularly sunny day, as she strolled through the market, she paused in front of the array of colorful fruits, silently longing for the oranges and other fruits she couldn't have. Just as she was about to continue on her way, she heard a familiar voice calling her name. To her surprise, two of her male friends, David and Jake, were waving at her from a nearby fruit stand.

As if answering her silent prayer, they motioned for her to come closer. Lily approached, her heart pounding with curiosity. With beaming smiles, the two boys handed her a bag filled with the most luscious oranges and an assortment of other fruits. Lily stared at them in disbelief, trying to comprehend the unexpected gift.

"Surprise! We thought you might enjoy these," Jake said with a mischievous grin.

Lily was overwhelmed with joy and gratitude. She couldn't believe her luck as she accepted the generous gift. She was touched by the consideration and kindness of her friends in fulfilling her heart's desire for fresh fruits, especially the oranges she had been longing for.

With the bag of fruits in hand, Lily joyfully skipped her way back home. The load of citrusy goodness felt like a treasure, and she knew she would be greeted with a burst of happiness from her family. As she entered her neighborhood, her neighbors couldn't help but notice the radiant smile on her face and the bulging sack of fruits she carried. They could tell that something extraordinary had happened to Lily that day.

Uju was notorious for her uncanny ability to wake up in the middle of the night and sneak into the kitchen to steal pieces of meat from the pots that her mother had prepared for the next day's meal. Her stealthy meat raids were the stuff of legends in her household, and no one could catch her in the act.

No matter what precautions her family took, Uju always found a way to outsmart them. Her mother tried placing the pots in different spots, her father attempted to stay awake to catch her, and her older brother even set up intricate traps around the kitchen, but all their efforts were in vain.

One night, the family decided to come up with a plan to teach Uju a lesson. They devised a cunning strategy involving fake meat, a hidden camera, and a loud alarm. Little did Uju know that her days of meat thievery were about to come to an end.

That night, Uju predictably snuck into the kitchen and, with an experienced hand, lifted the lid of the largest pot. She reached in to grab a succulent piece of meat, completely unaware that her family was watching the entire scene unfold on their hidden camera with bated breath.

As Uju triumphantly raised the piece of meat to her lips, she suddenly heard a loud, blaring sound that echoed through the house. Startled, she jerked back, spilling the meat onto the floor. Alas, it wasn't meat at all – it was a cleverly disguised toy made to look like meat! Uju's timing couldn't have been worse as her family rushed into the kitchen, catching her red-handed, surrounded by fake, rubbery meat.

As they all burst into laughter, Uju realized that her stealthy escapades had finally come to an end. From that day on, she became famous in her village as "the girl who got outsmarted by fake meat." And as Uju's family enjoyed the real meat with the most uproarious laughter, she learned an important lesson about honesty and the consequences of messing with fake meat in the middle of the night.