Quarrel/Dispute Stories & Experiences

It hasn’t been long since I finished crying about the story section concerning how they deducted the amounts awarded to the winners. I’m still in agony over that incident. Then today, I noticed a drastic slash in the daily login bonus. The prize wasn’t even adjusted to a rounded figure like 1000 Naira or 1200; it plummeted from 1500 Naira to 900 Naira—somewhere in the 900s. I just can’t wrap my head around it, and it frustrates and irritates me because I keep thinking about it. I first saw it earlier this evening, around 8 PM, but I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I thought it was a bug because there’s no way I could just wake up to find the amount reduced from 1500 to 900 and something Naira.
This situation makes me wonder whether the website is moving forward or backward, or if they are forcing it to go backward on its own. With each passing moment, I find myself losing interest in logging in or even checking the site because nothing intrigues me anymore.

In the past, we had the story quizzes, but now they seem to have disappeared entirely. The daily activities have been cut down from numerous options to just about four games per day, which is quite disappointing. The story competitions we used to participate in, where we could win 5,000 Naira, have now been reduced to only two winners with minimal prizes compared to what we used to win.

All of this is very saddening,

For years, every Saturday in Prince Jomo Lodge had been dedicated to general cleanup. It was an unspoken rule, and everyone complied without complaint. At exactly 7 a.m., the lodge president, Jackson, would ring the bell, signaling the start of the cleanup. The tenants would step out with their brooms and buckets, ready to put the compound in order.

Last month, a new tenant, Ozioma, moved in. She kept to herself and barely interacted with anyone. She didn’t seem like someone who would cause trouble, so no one paid much attention to her. But on this particular Saturday, when the bell rang and everyone came out as usual, she remained inside.

At first, people assumed she would join later, but as the work progressed and she still didn’t show up, it became clear that she had no intention of participating. Jackson sent someone to call her, but she refused to come out. Since the rules were clear, she was fined two thousand naira for failing to partake in the cleaning.

Meanwhile, another occupant, Henryzaza, who always joined in, had a personal issue that prevented him from working with the other boys that morning. To balance things, Jackson instructed him to clean the area assigned to Ozioma. But Henryzaza wasn’t comfortable with the arrangement. He didn’t see why he should be made to cover for someone who had simply refused to come out.

Instead of arguing, he chose another route. If Ozioma could pay her way out of the work, so could he. Without hesitation, he brought out his own two thousand naira and handed it over.

At that point, the remaining tenants watched silently, waiting to see what would happen. Jackson sighed, looking at the untouched portion of the compound. The whole idea of a cleanup was to keep the environment neat, not to collect fines like a business. Since no one was willing to clean the spot, he exchanged glances with the excos. Without another word, they picked up brooms and did the work themselves.

By the time they were done, the compound was spotless, but an unspoken message had been sent rules could be bent, but responsibility would always fall on someone. The peace in Prince Jomo Lodge remained intact, but whether this was the start of a new trend, only time would tell.

The first alarm I set rang and woke me from sleep around 10 PM. I turned it off immediately and went back to sleep. The second alarm rang at around 10:30 PM, and I repeated the same process: I woke up, turned it off, and drifted back to sleep. Finally, the last alarm jolted me awake at exactly 12:30 AM.

I felt very disappointed about things back here. I don’t know why, but it just turns me off. My last story had some engagements, but I didn’t win anything. I decided to go back and check, and that was when I recalled that the third prize had been completely gotten rid of. It wasn’t just reduced; it was entirely eliminated. The first prize, which was supposed to be a sum of 5,000 Naira, was completely removed from the site.

Not only was the first prize of 5,000 Naira removed, but I also wasn’t able to win any of the 3,000 Naira or 2,000 Naira prizes. I woke up in the morning feeling so empty. Usually, on mornings when my story had the chance to compete and win, I felt lively and excited. But this morning was different; after checking the winners, I realized I wasn’t among them.

I knew how much the story earnings helped me—how they supported me through school and allowed me to make purchases on Facebook. I can’t even name all the ways it benefited me, but the Mindviewer website has been such a significant help. I don’t understand why this is happening now, but I pray it bounces back very soon. Good night, friends.

I stumbled upon a disturbing video on my reels today that honestly upset me. It was hard to watch a little kid wreaking havoc in a house while the adults around him tried to pacify him instead of addressing the chaos he was causing. They coddled him, even when they saw the destruction unfolding right under their noses.

I watched in dismay, battling with a mix of emotions. It was frustrating to see such a lack of discipline; the child was smashing things, tossing toys, and struggling to break am installed camera all was in total mess while his parents and guardians scrambled to soothe him as if it were all just a game. I couldn't comprehend why the foreigners are that way?

My patience wore thin, and I felt a surge of anger cooking within me. I couldn't help but wish I was there in that moment, so that I can show the little boy how it is been done in Nigeria, discipline often means more than just gentle words; it's about setting firm boundaries and teaching respect for both people and property.
I could have spared some rod on his body.

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.

Something happened some nights ago in our compound, a fight between two roommates, Calista and Juliet. Juliet is the oldest, a 400 level student, while Calista is a 200 level student. They have been living together for some months, during which time I noticed that they don't get along very well, they are two different human beings who behave very differently. Juliet is a calm and straightforward person, while Calista will even trade her lectures for clubbing.

Though they are roommates, Calista's boyfriend do visit them in their room and stays till midnight, making Juliet very uncomfortable in the house, especially if she wants to change up or take her bath. Calista refused to heed to any advise or warning of letting her boyfriend visit her and stay that late till night, she will even insult Juliet in the process. Anything that Juliet objects that is not good, Calista will cease the opportunity to insult her.

There was a day I overheard Calista telling her friends that she will do anything she wants, and that Juliet can't do anything to her, and that even if she tries, she will fight her back. I laughed silently, knowing very well, that physically, Juliet will literally crush Calista like a bug. So many other incidents where Calista took advantage of Juliet's quietness and softness piled up till it was filled up some nights back. I always suspected that a physical fight is likely to happen between the two.

They use the same gas cylinder, and often contribute money equally to fill it. And Calista is a type of human being that baths hot water in the morning, afternoon and evening, she says she can't bath cold water. Juliet was not happy with it, she saw it as a waste of gas and tried to advise Calista to instead try and put the water under the sun. It was a complain that every human being jointly filling gas would do.

As usual, Calista replied with insults and dared Juliet to the face that she can't do anything about it. I'll say that her words provoked Juliet and there was a retaliation. Juliet got tired from all the piled up insults and landed Calista a slap, of which beatings followed after. They literally scattered everything inside their room, as Calista tried to fight back. This was around 11 pm and the neighbors came out to separate them, and see how it could be settled that night.

The two of them were so enraged that they still wanted to get back at each other and continue the fight, Calista knew she can't beat Juliet, but didn't want to feel like a weakling, so she refused to give up. Juliet that has always been known to be gentle and quiet was now looking violent and wild, all because she was pushed too much by her room mate. At least Calista learnt her lesson that Juliet isn't a weakling, she just doesn't like problems. We were outside till 2 am, trying to settle the issue, but it didn't work. They had to sleep in different rooms for that night. Calista has changed in a good way because of that incident, even though they were fined for fighting, but the fight had to come so somebody can learn.

Most times, I wonder about how women behave and the complexities of their attitudes. I had gone to a particular cyber café to have my work printed, and I noticed a girl staring at me. She held her gaze for almost ten straight minutes, and I wouldn’t react; I wouldn’t even look her in the eye. I felt unsettled by how someone—a grown, disciplined person—could stare for that long.

I tried to ignore her until she raised her hands and, honestly, it wasn’t anything important that warranted annoyance. Yet, she became irritated with me and started raising her voice. It was as if she was trying hard to get my attention, but I still didn’t acknowledge her. I finished what I needed to do and left immediately without even looking back. Some girls can be very deceptive.

Even aside from this, I often pray for the ability to understand the complex behaviors of girls. Many times, my female friends can become upset over the slightest things, yet they won’t talk about it. I know these issues need to be addressed, but since I lack the skills to interpret their subtle cues and body language, I find it difficult to grasp what's really going on

I found myself completely engrossed in house chores and didn’t even have a moment to grab my phone or check it until around 1 p.m. Finally, when I picked it up, I was eager to catch up on recent messages from classmates, friends, or family. To my surprise, I saw a long text from someone I thought was my friend.

I opened it, only to find her expressing disappointment and accusing me of gossiping about her. I was taken aback because I hadn’t said anything about her. She had jumped to conclusions without talking to me first. I wanted to explain myself, but something held me back. Why should I be the one to explain when she didn’t give me a chance to clarify? In her frustration, she blocked me on WhatsApp, leaving me feeling helpless and wanting to call her right away.

After giving it some thought, I decided not to call her or disturb her about what happened. Interestingly, we ended up crossing paths today. We both acted like strangers, which seemed to be what she wanted. She looked cute and almost as if she expected me to say something first, but I held back.

I couldn’t shake the feeling of disappointment, not just for her actions but for how she chose to believe gossip instead of coming to me for clarification. It’s frustrating how sometimes friendships can become complicated by misunderstandings and third-party opinions. Despite all the ups and downs, we continuously push through and make new friends along the way.

Maybe, if she can come back, apologize, and really listen to my side of the story, we might find a way to mend things and become friends again. For now, though, it feels better to keep things as they are and give it some time.

This morning’s exam was nothing short of chaos. The lecturer in charge wasn’t from our department, and we’d already heard he had a tough character. Before he arrived, our department’s staff had done a good job arranging the seats and briefing us. Everyone was ready to begin when he finally walked in, and that’s when the drama started.

He got into a heated argument with the other lecturers, claiming we weren’t supposed to take the exam. For several minutes, we just sat there, watching them exchange words. Finally, he handed over the envelope with the question papers, but not without a condition, he announced that we must sit one person per seat. His instruction immediately messed up the seating arrangement, and students were moving around trying to figure out where to sit.

Frustrated with the confusion, the man completely lost his cool. He grabbed the question papers, stormed out of the hall, and left us all in shock. Some of us laughed while others were just confused.

After what felt like forever, he returned. He looked calmer and began distributing the question papers without saying much. We finally got to write the exam.

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.

How can someone who is clueless about a thing continue to argue like he knows anything about it? This guy was actually very clueless about the point I was making, yet he continued to rival my points and facts with his ignorance. I wanted to give him some advice about building an online community, but he was trying to make a point where there isnt.

I'm already running my community, and it's going quite well, I can say. In the heat of the conversation, I wanted to offer him tips on how to build his own community for free, but he wouldn't let me. His mouth was rattling like a snake, and he talked too much for a man. He was countering my facts with invalid points and absurdities, which got me pissed, and I thought to myself, isn't it better to keep to myself?

Then, as I reflected on the situation, I realized that I was at fault and that I shouldn't even be talking publicly about these points—usually very valid points and credible information that are hidden and not just supplied easily to the mass. This guy was a stranger to me; we just lived in the same compound. I had come out to take some fresh air, and then he also came around, leading to our conversation. As he wouldn't agree with my points, I decided to keep quiet and admit that I was wrong.

I'm usually a very quiet person, a calm person, and everyone around me knew this. But today, something happened in our WhatsApp group that completely changed the atmosphere. Someone posted that we had to pay an extra 3,000 Naira after we had already paid 5,000 Naira for the month's NEPA bills. Electricity bills shouldn’t consume our salaries, but it seemed like this latest charge was digging far deeper into our pockets than we had anticipated.

When I saw the message from our gatekeeper, it ignited a frustrated fire within me that I hadn’t experienced before. I quickly vented out my feelings and told him that we weren't going to pay anything more. I knew I sounded a little rough, but I didn’t intend to be rude. However, to my surprise, he responded with a very rude text that I did not take lightly.

After he responded very rudely to my text, I didn’t relent. I vented out all the errors he had been dismissing in the group chat and pointed out his nonchalant attitude. I highlighted how untrustworthy he had become, expressing my disappointment that he could just come in and drop a critical message, treating us as though we were fools easily just followed his instructions, no matter how ridiculous they were.

To my surprise, many members of the group rallied behind me, expressing their frustrations too. The atmosphere became charged with a sense of unity as we all voiced our discontent. Later this evening, he sent me a direct message, apologizing for his earlier response. But deep down, I felt that the right approach would have been for him to address the entire group.

My morning began with my alarm ringing loudly directly into my ear. I had placed my phone close to my pillow to ensure I wouldn't sleep on for an extra seconds once my alarm rang.
We had a 7:30 AM test, and while I'd studied hard, the early time and long walk to school worried me.
I started my preparation, I rushed, only to have my white shirt get stuck on the door and tear across my stomach as I ran downstairs. I couldn't afford the time to change. After my shirt got torn, I considered going back to my room, but decided against it. I thought it was wiser to be in school with my torn shirt than being late for the test.

I arrived in class, seated and waiting. The teacher didn't show up until about an hour later. After we took the test, I endured mockery from classmates who'd seen the tear in my shirt, joking that I was "
fresh and hadn't studied. But what bothered me most wasn't their teasing; it was the teacher's blatant disregard for our time. The man who was supposed to set the test arriving an hour late had betrayed my trust and my carefully laid plans. I was furious about it and wished I had thd power to confront the adult.

Carefully, I had settled in the back seat at my favourite position right next to the tricycle's door.
It was another exhaustive day at Old Site, UNTH. A class that began 4hrs later after the scheduled time.

"I was finally going home to rest" I thought to myself, letting a smile steal a chance on on my face.
My two close friends took the space at my left and was relieved as the tricycle jolted into noise as the engine rammed into action.

Suddenly, a tough haggard man emerged from nowhere and seized the control. While the driver was struggling to keep the motor on track, the tough looking arm was aiming for the ignition key.
We watched in despair as the drama lingered on.

The agbero was not ready to explain why he was doing what he was doing, he only muffled out some words similar to "your keke does not have a ticket on it" and struggled more for the key while the muscular driver countered his aims.
We thought they'll soon have it sorted in no time, but none of them was giving in.
The driver on the other hand was acting more fierce than before and threatening the intruder to release the control or he would run him over.

We were still on our toes though seated on the back seat witnessing the two men drag on.
I wasn't willing to leave the tricycle and await another to come along under the hot son, but the a voice spoke to me - "my son, leave!" Like a spark, I saw myself jump out of the tricycle.

Just as my legs touched the ground, the driver propelled his tricycle forward with the throttle drawn up to max.
He almost ran into a moving truck!

Funny enough, I saw my friends already outside the vehicle when I came out, how they did it, I didn't want to know, what mattered was our safety.
Na so the driver for use our lives play but I thank God for his protection.

Today, I was just returning from my aunt's place when I caught sight of some clothes. There were three pairs of shorts, and they looked very attractive.

I approached the seller and bargained with him. The seller didn't seem to be very accommodating because I offered him a fair price. I priced the shorts at 3,000 Naira, while he wanted to sell them for 3,500 Naira. But I wasn't looking to buy just a single pair; I wanted to buy all three.

At a reasonable price, he could have made a sale. Let's not even say 3,000 Naira. If he had lowered the price for each pair from 3,500 Naira to 3,200 Naira, I would have considered it. But he didn't agree to any other amount, so I walked away and went home. I wasn't feeling sad about it because after walked a distance, he called me back but my ego wouldn't let me turn back.

As a fashion designer, I have a straightforward policy: pay an advance before I start, then complete payment once the work is done. But this one customer decided to test my patience. She wanted to make Ankara dresses for herself and her two daughters, but instead of paying the agreed advance, she paid less. Since it was her first time, I decided to let it slide, hoping to build trust.

After putting in the work and finishing the dresses, she completed only the advance payment and asked to take them home, promising she’d settle the rest within a week. I let her take them, trusting she’d keep her word. But two weeks passed, and I didn’t hear anything. I messaged her politely about the balance, and she just ignored me. Eventually, I called, and she simply said, “I’ll pay soon.”

Months went by, two to be exact, and I hadn’t received a thing. Then, on Sunday, I saw her with her husband at an event. We didn’t exchange greetings, I just kept my distance and didn’t bring it up.

Surprisingly, when I got home that evening, I received a payment alert from her husband. Maybe she got worried when I didn’t acknowledge her at the event, or perhaps her husband took things into his own hands. Either way, thank God the payment finally came through.

Today, I had a meeting with my colleague that lasted about three hours. Once we wrapped up, I boarded a Keke and headed straight to the market. I needed to buy some clothes and a new pair of shoes. It wasn’t easy bargaining with the sellers, but after some time, I finally got what I needed.

After shopping, I thought about getting some fruits to eat when I got home, just to hold my stomach until dinner. As I was walking through the market, I passed by a fruit seller arguing with a woman who was trying to buy oranges. The buyer was upset, accusing the seller of cheating people with her prices. The seller, in frustration, told the buyer to go elsewhere if she didn’t like the price.

The argument got heated, so I decided to step in and calm things down. I even offered to pay for the oranges, just so they could settle the issue and move on. But the woman wasn’t listening, she was more focused on insulting the seller than anything else.

A small crowd began to gather around them, but I couldn’t stay longer to see how it all ended. I got a call from home and had to leave, feeling a bit frustrated that I couldn't resolve the situation.
How much better things could go if people were just willing to listen to reason. But sometimes, no matter what you do, some people just want to argue.

It's been very long I witnessed a physical fight, like a year or two.
During the early hours of the morning I started hearing some shouts and screaming from close.

I quickly wore my clothes, I open my door and then I headed to find out where the noises and sounds were coming from.

It was my neighbors they were two living in the same room.
And when I opened the door, they where both standing up in Anger struggling and fighting over the bed.

Staring at the scene then, I was trying so hard to understand what the dispute was all about but the more I looked at the two, the more I enjoyed the movie.

Yes, I should have made efforts to separate them but they already had enough company inside trying to separate them.

One was fleshy while the other one was what we called slim feet. I watched as the fleshy one throw a slap first, Then the slim one staggered back and then with a frightening speed dived and pinned the heavy one on the floor. At that point the people who were already inside finally separated them and ended my movie.

It’s been a long and frustrating week. My group and I scheduled four meetings with our project supervisor, hoping to get some guidance and direction on our project. But unfortunately, out of all those meetings, not once did he show up. We had heard rumors that he wasn’t capable of handling the group, but I wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt. However, after this week, it’s clear that the situation is even worse than I imagined.

Every time we scheduled a meeting, he came up with a different excuse to cancel or not attend. From “family emergencies” to being “stuck in traffic,” the excuses never seemed to end. It’s almost as if he was avoiding us entirely. We’ve been left hanging multiple times now, and it’s starting to feel like he doesn’t take his responsibilities seriously. Our project is important to us, and we need someone we can rely on, but sadly, he hasn’t shown us that he’s willing or capable of helping.

Today was the final try. Despite the heavy rain, I made my way to the meeting location, hoping that this time, he would show up. I stood there soaked, waiting for him, but once again, he was a no-show. It’s incredibly disappointing to see this kind of behavior from someone who is supposed to guide and support us. I’m not one to easily complain, but this level of irresponsibility can’t be ignored any longer.

I’ve spoken to the other group members, and we all agree that we’ve had enough. We can’t keep wasting our time chasing after someone who isn’t willing to do his job. Our project is suffering because of his lack of commitment, and at this point, we need to take action. We deserve better, and we need a supervisor who will actually show up and help us succeed.

As a result, I’ve decided to write a formal letter to the department to report this situation. It’s not something I wanted to do, but we’ve been left with no choice. Our supervisor’s behavior is unacceptable, and we need the department to address this issue before it’s too late for our project. We’ve worked too hard to let someone else’s irresponsibility drag us down.

One Saturday morning, I woke up to see that in our University level Whatsapp group, a test was announced the previous night by our class representative, to be held that Saturday morning. I was really disturbed, Saturday was the only day I had the chance to be at home and do some clean ups, including having some good rest to relief the stress during the week. Our class representative announced the test to be by 12 pm, and also announced a football competition between our level and another level to also be by 12 pm. We chatted him up and even placed calls to find out how the two activities will be possible at the same time, but he snubbed our messages and calls.

I took my bath with a warm water because I wasn't feeling too well, I left my house by 11 am and started trekking to school since I didn't have any money on me to pay my way there, I wanted to borrow the transport fare from my neighbor, but I just gave up on the idea. Just when I left my house, rain started falling, I couldn't wait for the rain to stop, I still had a long distance to cover before I get to school, and I was running out of time. The luck I had was that the rain wasn't heavy, but it was enough to get my clothes very wet and I was shaking from the cold, coupled with the fact that I wasn't feeling too well. I knew that the lecturer is very strict and lateness won't be tolerated, didn't want to jeopardize my chance to write the test, so I had to keep moving.

I arrived at school about few minutes to 12 pm, and I met only three of my colleagues at the hall, out of 85 students in my level. The Class Representative wasn't there and the lecturer wasn't there too, we waited patiently and about four of our colleagues came to join us. I saw some of my coursemates for the first time this semester, they came to school because they heard about the test, they have never been to any class since resumption and this was just three weeks to exams. The turnup was so poor that we began to believe that the test won't hold, and some of them that don't come to classes started expressing how sad and angry they will be if the test doesn't hold. Some of them came from far distance and their transport fare was much, some were business guys and some were working, maybe that's why they don't come to classes.

It was almost 1 pm, the rain stopped and neither the class representative nor the lecture came, we decided to check the WhatsApp group and realized that the test was a prank by the class representative, he wanted to bring us to school so that we will watch the football match between our level boys who have been training for weeks and another level, since we don't like coming out for extra curriculum activities. The class representative posted in the WhatsApp group that we should come to the school stadium, that he is there, we were very annoyed because of the sacrifices we made to be there, my coursemates started abusing and insulting the class representative in the WhatsApp group. Some people went home from there, and some went to stadium, I went to the stadium and told the class representative that such a prank is not good, it was a Saturday and we had plans for that day, others spoke to him and he kept mute.

They played the match and lost by 4 - 0 to the opponent, this is when the course representative was enraged and decided to reply the people that abused him earlier, they exchanged insults and even went as far as abusing somebody's father. The course representative angrily suspended extra curriculum activities in our level since we don't like participating fully in them, it wasn't our fault, the activity for the semester is overloaded and we are rarely chanced. The Course representative made a lot of enemies within our level that day, he refused to admit that the prank was very expensive, people wasted transport fare, time, and even risked their health to be there. My coursemates demanded an apology from him, but he refused to apologize. I didn't really say anything about it, we don't participate in those activities because of the distance to school, time and complex academic activities, and he should have thought it through before making such a prank.

It was another chemistry practical day in the laboratory with my colleagues, with the lecturer addressing us on how to go about the practical in a simple way, at first we were nervous because it was our first time to carry out that particular experiment, but then the lecturer explained everything in details, till I understand how to carry-on the experiment without any further assistance.

The lecturer divided us into eight groups and I happened to be in group two, he then appointed one person from each group as the group leader, and I was among the people he appointed. The experiment was to be conducted per group, and as group leaders, we were asked to meet the laboratory assistant who is a woman in her 60s, sign and get the apparatus we are to use for the practical, which we did. The rule was that the apparatus must be returned complete, and in good condition, otherwise the group will pay for any damage or loss.

We started the experiment without any further waste of time since we had just two hours to make sure we finish the experiment and make our reports, I understand how to go about the experiment as the group leader, so I was leading. All of a sudden, one of the apparatus (a conical flask) we were using for the experiment went missing, I was terribly scared because I knew if we couldn't find it, that would mean that we will pay for it. And then I saw my colleague that is in another group with two conical flasks, I approached him and told him about the missing conical flask on our table and asked how he managed to be in possession of two conical flasks when we were assigned only one.

He told me that he went back to the laboratory assistant to get another conical flask, I doubted it and told him that I will go to the laboratory assistant and find out if he is telling the truth, he told me to go and ask. I went straight to the Lab assistant and she told me that we are to use the one conical flask she assigned to us for all the experiments, I wanted to be sure so I asked if she had given any of us a conical flask just few minutes ago, and she said she didn't. I was enraged, went back to the guy and asked why he lied to me, he couldn't say a word, I yelled at him why he would have the intention of jeopardizing this practical for me and trying to put my group into problem. He knew that any loss or damage of any of the apparatus will be paid for by the group, and he still didn't care about the penalty we would face. I was really angry, my tone was so high that my fellow colleagues starting pleading that I should calm down, the guy couldn't say a word, his lie had been exposed, I took the conical flask and return to my group's table.

It took me sometime to bring back my concentration in the experiment, as I kept wondering such level of wickedness the guy displayed, he obviously thought that I won't be able to meet the laboratory assistant and ask about the conical flask. I used to hear some of our colleagues saying bad things about the guy, and I was never closed to the guy before, but on that day, the guy had proven the things I had been hearing about him to be true, he didn't even apologize. He had put himself in a situation where his heart will skip anything he sets his eye on me till we graduate and I don't think I will ever have anything to do with him, not to talk of recommendation, some people are just naturally wicked and are to be avoided at all cost.