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Name: Patrick Emeka Odo
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Age: 21 years old
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Allocation Mismanagement

Allocation Mismanagement
I woke up feeling anxious to check the results of the story competition, only to discover that only two accounts had won. I initially thought it might be a glitch in the network or an issue with the website. But it turned out that wasn't the case. I waited patiently for my turn, hoping for good news, but ultimately, I found myself left behind like the black sheep of the group. While others celebrated their winnings of 2,000 and 3,000, I watched from the sidelines, feeling disheartened.

I had poured my heart into writing "Brink of Sting", convinced it was a strong story worthy of recognition. Now, I couldn't help but feel a deep sense of disappointment. I wasn't sure who to blame—should I be upset with myself for not focusing more on the story instead of chasing likes? Or should my frustration be directed at the website managers, who unexpectedly changed the contest rules without warning, altering the selection criteria without giving a fair chance to those who had previously claimed rewards?

I honestly don’t know who to blame for what happened, but my disappointment runs deep. What frustrates me even more is the lack of communication regarding the changes in the reward system. There wasn’t a single post or announcement addressing the modifications, leaving us in the dark about the new rules. It feels incredibly unfair.

I had grown accustomed to the expectation of claiming 2,000 Naira for my efforts, but now even the most talented writers were left with nothing, or far less than they deserved. We were given no explanation for the slashed amounts, no warning about the changes—it was as if our hard work and creativity were suddenly worth much less.

This silence from the website managers only adds to my frustration. They could have at least acknowledged the alteration, offered an explanation, or provided a chance to adapt. Instead, we were left with a sense of betrayal and confusion.

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Brink of Sting

Brink of Sting
I was already on the brink of sleeping when I heard my younger sister shout. I didn’t want to be disturbed. I didn’t want her to get me out of my warm bed. So, I laid there, trying to go back to sleep, until she called my name for a second time. Reluctantly, I dragged myself off the bed and headed toward the direction of her voice.

It was coming from the sitting room. When I opened the curtains to glance in, I saw her staring closely at one of her footwear. I wondered what could possibly make her call me and pull me from the depths of my beautiful sleep, which I cherished so much.
Everybody in the house knew that I don't joke with my daytime sleep, this is because I hardly slept at night.

As I moved closer to inspect what had caught her attention, I saw a scorpion. A king scorpion, to be precise. It lay there ready, waiting to sting her leg.

I held her gently and moved her back urgently, stepping in closer to protect her. My sister blinked up at me, with innocence in her eyes. It was her first time seeing a Scorpion that close.
I got rid of it afterwards and checked if there were more around the area.

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Failed baking process

Failed baking process
My roommate was very happy and loud about how much she learned in her baking class. I didn't know she took a class, but she was so sure of herself. She asked me to help buy the things we needed to bake. I agreed and gave her a lot of money for the ingredients.

After we got the money, she bought all the things we needed to bake. Then, we waited for the special day to bake together. Before the day came, we made plans and got everything ready. We decided to cook a yummy meal too so that the day would be extra nice.

Finally, the big day came! My roommate got the kitchen ready. She put out bowls, cups, and trays so we could bake. As she mixed the ingredients, the sweet smell of it all was appealing.

Everything was going well until we put the dough into the oven to bake. At first, it tasted really good! I even tried a little bit before it went into the oven. But suddenly, something strange happened. The dough started turning into powder.

If you just looked at it, it looked hard too. But when I tried to hold it, it was all powdery. I felt sad because I thought we wasted our money.

But we didn’t want to throw it away, so we kept baking it. When it was done, we decided to eat it like that.

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Rush in Wetness

Rush in Wetness
I woke up for school, but this day was different. I had an exam that I was really worried about. As I got out of bed, I remembered everything that happened the night before—a mix of studying, dinner, and trying to finish my homework before going to sleep.

When I looked in my closet, I had a big surprise. My white shirts, which are part of my school uniform, were all dirty. I realized I had worn them all the day before, and the shirt I planned to wear for the exam was still stained. I started to feel panic rise inside me.

I thought hard for a solution. I remembered the sweater I borrowed from a friend. It could hide the messy shirt! But when I looked for it, I saw that it was too long for me to wear over a wet shirt, and I couldn’t return it in bad condition. My heart sank even more.

Feeling desperate, I rushed to the wash basin and scrubbed the shirt as fast as I could. I hoped it would get clean and dry quickly. But as time passed, I grew more anxious.

Suddenly, my phone buzzed. I looked at the message and saw that the exam was postponed! I felt a mix of relief and frustration. I had spent so much time cleaning a shirt that I didn’t need to wear anymore.

Even with the news, I still needed to go to school, so I put on the wet shirt and ran out. The outside air was chilly, and I felt nervous about how I looked, but I tried to smile as I walked to school.

As the day went on, I felt tired and kept thinking about my choices. When I finally got home, I felt sick from the cold and the stress of the day

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Slow Thought

Slow Thought
Last night, just as I was getting ready to step out and buy food, something strange happened. I had just finished dressing when I noticed my light bulb shining unusually bright. It didn’t feel right, and I immediately knew something was wrong.

Without wasting time, I turned off the light and quickly unplugged my socket. I didn’t want to take any risks. Just as I finished, I heard the sound of the outside bulb exploding. That confirmed my suspicion, something was definitely off with the power.

Later on, I found out that the voltage had suddenly spiked. It wasn’t just my place; many people in the area suffered damage to their appliances. Fans, TVs, and fridges got destroyed, almost like a joke.

Thankfully, my quick reaction saved me from any damage. I couldn’t stop thanking God for the wisdom to act fast and avoid what could have been a very expensive mistake.

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Missed Rage

Missed Rage
Early in the morning, I set up my table where I could enjoy the view of the sunrise while reading. For about four hours, I was completely engaged in my books, feeling productive and at peace. Everything seemed to be going smoothly until an unexpected incident ruined the mood.

At the far end of the compound, there are always small boys playing around. I don’t know what got into them, but suddenly, I heard a loud thud on my table. A stone had flown over the fence and smashed right into my lamp, shattering the LED lights. I was annoyed, staring at the broken pieces.

I tried to turn the lamp on, hoping it would still work, but all my efforts were in vain. Frustrated, I rushed outside to find the culprits, but the boys were long gone, probably laughing and hiding somewhere. I stood there for a moment, angry that I couldn’t catch them, but there wasn’t much I could do.

When I returned to my seat, I realized just how lucky they were. The stone had narrowly missed my phone, which was sitting right next to the lamp. If it had been my phone, I’m not sure I’d have been able to stay as calm. The boys got lucky this time, but they’ll hear from me the next time I catch them playing their careless games.

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Rice Cheat

Rice Cheat
I went to buy some rice from the market. When I got there, the price was actually like two times the former price, but I already had an idea of this because I had bought rice in the small market on my street. I expected that in the larger market, the price shouldn't be that costly, but I was puzzled to find out that it was almost the same price as those selling in my street.

After I got my rice, I made sure to ask the seller if the rice had any dirt or stones in it, and she assured me that it did not. Then in the evening, I was feeling hungry, so I decided to cook some jollof rice for myself. I had just washed the rice properly and put it into the pot when I noticed that some rice husk was floating on top of the rice. It surprised me because the seller had assured me there wouldn't be any dirt. I scooped out the floating bits, thinking it wasn't a big deal.

I used a sieve to strain out most of the husk and hoped that would be the only problem. Once I was done cooking my rice, it actually came out very sweet, and the aroma filled the air. I was about to eat when I took my first bite, only to realize that there were about two stones in the spoon of rice I had taken. It shocked me; I took another bite, and the stones made it impossible for me to really enjoy the flavor.

I had paid a higher price for this rice, expecting it to be fine and free from any impurities, especially since it was costlier than the one that had chaff or husk. Now, I found myself having to pick through my rice before cooking it, even though I had already paid for the one that was supposed to be picked and fine.

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Outing: father and son

Outing: father and son
Now that I was dressed up, I heard my father say from the bedroom, "dress up let’s go." He was already getting ready, and I had no idea where he was headed. Hearing him tell me to dress up was unfamiliar, but it excited me. Whenever I dressed up to go somewhere with him, it was always a fun experience. Places like the kingsman meeting, youth gatherings, etc.

So, I dashed into my bathroom, had my bath, and put on one of my favorite casual outfits—just a bit of white and black paired with my flat shoes. I was waiting for him, and when he came out, he was smiling as he told me to get in the car. I entered the car, still unsure of where we were going, and shortly after, we made a turn and entered a beautiful space. It was like a restaurant but larger.
It was bigger than a restaurant; it was quite large, like a hotel but without all the big apartments for lodging. I sat down, and then surprisingly, my dad told me that I could order anything from the menu—anything at all, he said. I was feebly smiling; I couldn't even control it. I wanted to ask my dad, but I couldn't. I was all smiles as I murmured a thank you to him.

I quickly gestured to the waitress and gave her my order. I wanted pepper soup; the aroma of the pepper soup was all over the place, and I think immediately, even before looking at the menu, that was what I wanted with a drink to go with it. My father also collected the menu and made his order.
After some time, he gave me some advice and explained the reason for our outing. It was for a father-son advice talk, and it was memorable

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God never forsake his own people, stop suffering in the dark, stop lamenting in sin. Come to God and he will sanctify you and set you on high.

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