Quarrel/Dispute Stories & Experiences

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.

There was a little boy named Leo who was shy. He had just moved to a new town with his parents. It was his first day at a new school, and he was feeling nervous.

At school, there was a bully named Felix. He was big and noisy, making fun of kids to feel strong. During break perious when Leo went to the the canteen , Felix spotted him right away. “Hey, new kid! What are you doing here? You lost?” he yelled.

Leo felt scared and looked down staring at the floor. “No, I’m just getting lunch,” he said quietly.

Felix laughed and pushed Leo’s lunch tray onto the floor, making a mess. “You should go back to where you came from!” Felix shouted.

Leo felt upset but promised himself that he wouldn’t let Felix keep bullying him. That afternoon, while walking home, Leo noticed that Felix took the same shortcut near his house. An idea popped into his head.

The next day, Leo had a plan. He had a young dog who was very loyal. The dog understood a limited Number of instructions.

The next day, Leo watched from his window as Felix walked down the path, laughing with his friends. Leo felt excited and a little nervous.

When Felix got close to the trap, Leo whispered to his dog wagged his tail, ready to help. As Felix stepped over the rope, he tripped and fell flat on the ground!

Before Felix could get up, the young jumped forward, barking loudly. Felix’s eyes grew wide as the little dog ran toward him.

“Get it off! Get it off!” Felix yelled, backing away from the young dog, who just wanted to play.

Leo laughed and shouted, “You think you’re tough? Try dealing with my dog then"

Felix, who was once the bully, was now scared and running away from a small dog.

After a while, Felix managed to run off, looking embarrassed. Leo called after him and laughed his intestines out..
In school the next day, the bully kept his distance from Leo.

When I was still a little girl of 8, I had a friend who was a daughter to a neighbour living in thesame flat with us. We were often seen together both in the compound and outside the compound.

During one occasion when we were playing hide and seek in one of the peaceful street nearby, a grown up girl came and confronted us for nothing, she bullied us and we planned revenge even though we were little.
The day after, we eavesdrop were she lived and heard her aunt send her on an errand, so quickly we kept banana peels on the stairs, it was just 3 steps away from the ground to avoid her having any serious injury.

To our amazement, she stepped on it and slipped, landing with her buttocks. It was a loud thud accompanied by her short scream, her eyes was reddened and we felt pity.
We came out of hiding and helped her up, she thanked us in sorrowful voice while we muffled up our laughters.

We were friends after that day and she treated us very nicely with the conception that we helped her while she was down.

In the beginning, when the universe was young, the Sun and the Moon decided to compete for dominion over the Earth. The Sun, being majestic and powerful, claimed that as the first sun to illuminate the universe, it should naturally reign over Earth. But the Moon, with its serene and enigmatic nature, was stubborn in its desire to rule alongside the Sun.

The Moon, unable to accept defeat, sent its stars as assassins to eliminate the Sun. However, the Sun, with its fiery strength, prevailed and with the help of courageous humans, thwarted the Moon's treacherous plan.

Enraged by the Moon's deceit, the universe decreed that the Moon and its accomplices would be imprisoned in a dark, remote tunnel, only permitted to take a fleeting glimpse outside on certain nights before being returned to their lightless confinement.

Thus, the Sun became the unwavering ruler of the day, providing warmth, energy, and life to Earth. The Moon, confined to its nocturnal prison, would only cast its silvery glow when the time was right, silently watching over the world as a reminder of the consequences of defiance.

And so, the Sun and the Moon continue their timeless dance, each taking their turn to illuminate the world, a testament to the enduring balance of power and the consequences of challenging the natural order.

The air in "Sam Soap's Viewing Centre" in Makurdi vibrated long after the final whistle blew on Man United and Spurs. Sweat stuck to foreheads, clenched fists hung stiffly in the air, and the stale smoke of cigarettes and frustration lingered. The match, a rollercoaster of missed chances and equalising goals, had left its mark.

Philip, draped in his United jersey, eyes as red as the club's colours, stamped on the dusty floor. "Rashford! How? How he miss that, ehn?!" His voice, booming across the room, silenced the groans from the Spurs supporters huddled in the corner.

Agada, decked in Tottenham white, his nose wrinkled in annoyance, retorted, "You talk as if United did anything all game! Bentancur's rocket was pure fire, eh!"

And so it began, the familiar dance of banter turning into a heated debate. Statistics were thrown around like verbal grenades, refereeing decisions dissected with venomous precision, players' mothers dragged into the fray. Philip's voice grew hoarse, Agada's face contorted with righteous fury. The screen, once displaying the Premier League logo, seemed to shrink in the face of their animosity.

Across the room, Madam Cash, wiping down sticky tables with a sigh, watched the scene unfold. She'd seen it countless times before – friendships strained, tempers flaring, all over a ball kicked around by millionaires in faraway stadiums.

It wasn't the passion that bothered her, Madam Cash loved football herself. It was the blindness, the inability to see past club colours and into the shared humanity on the other side. Here, in her dimly lit viewing centre, the lines between United and Spurs, Liverpool and Chelsea, faded away. They were all Makurdi boys, struggling with the same tough times, hustling for the same Naira, laughing at the same jokes.

Finally, Madam Cash had enough. "Enough!" she boomed, her voice a clap of thunder in the smoky air. Both Philip and Agada looked at her, startled. "This game is over, but your lives go on," she continued, her gaze sweeping across the room. "Is a goal worth losing a friend, a neighbour? This football, it should bring us together, not tear us apart."

Her words hung in the air, heavy with truth. Philip shuffled his feet, shamefaced. Agada offered a hesitant smile. Slowly, the tension subsided, replaced by a grudging respect.

Later, as the crowd thinned, Philip approached Madam Cash. "She was a beauty, that Bentancur shot," he admitted, a sheepish grin on his face. Agada chuckled and slapped him on the back. "Don't tell your boys that, eh?"

That night, in Sam Soap's Viewing Centre, the football didn't disappear. But amidst the cheers and banter, a new understanding flickered. They were still fans, still passionate, but they were also neighbours, friends, Makurdi boys sharing a love for the beautiful game. And maybe, just maybe, that love was bigger than any rivalry.

Because in the end, it wasn't about who won or lost on the pitch. It was about who we were off it. And on a dusty Sunday night in Makurdi, Madam Cash reminded them and infact all of us, that sometimes, the most important match happens not on the green field, but right here, in the shared space of our lives.

Honestly, I use to argue a lot about football but yesterday's experience has changed that side of me. For good I guess.

Chapter 1

I don't feel like eating that disgusting food,why will you even want to feed me with poison? Sophie asked her younger sister who was turning semovita in the kitchen

I won't force you eat Sophie but please leave my kitchen in peace.. Geraldine replied

Have you forgotten that I came into this house before you? This kitchen belongs to me... Sophie barked

I have respected you enough.. Geraldine said and left the kitchen

Sophie looked at her younger sister and sighed, she opened the pot of soup and sighed
She looked around but didn't see anyone, she added a large quantity of pepper to the soup and stirred it, she looked around again and didn't see anyone she added salt to the soup, covered it and sneaked out

Geraldine came in, she opened her pot and stared at the soup she nodded at transferred the soup to another pot
She served her husband with Sophie's soup

Jesus! Sophie's husband screamed as his lips burnt

What is it? Sophie asked looking at her husband

My tongue,my lips, everything is burning...he cried

Sophie tasted the soup and screamed, she rushed to meet Geraldine who was preparing for work
She gave her a resounding slap that led her to the floor

Why did you serve my husband with that nonsense huh? Are you insane? Sophie screamed

Geraldine held her cheek and smiled

Your husband asked me to give him some soup from my pot and I did.. Geraldine said

How dare you? Do you want to kill my husband? Geraldine for the sake of God and man I know you're evil but don't come close to my family with your evil deeds... Sophie warned

Geraldine didn't say a word, she left the room and went to meet her husband in the parlour

Daddy! Geraldine called her husband

Her husband looked up and opened his arms for her

I'm off to work,see you in the evening... Geraldine said giving him a peck

Drive safely mummy...He said waving at her

Please warn your wife,warn your wife... Sophie ranted as soon as Geraldine left the house

What did she do this time around? Geraldine's husband Elvis asked

Your wife served my husband a sour soup.. Sophie lied

Talk to her, she is your sister... Elvis replied rubbing his elbow

Sophie sighed and left
She entered her car and drove to her family's house
Her parents were sitting in the parlour discussing when she barged in

Sophie! Her mum called

Please don't call me.. She replied disrespectfully

Mannerless, what brought you here? Her father asked

Please mum,warn Geraldine for me 😩, she's daring me too much... Sophie laid her complain

You decided to marry into that family so endure whatever she does to you...Her father replied

Mum you heard your husband right?

Her mum dragged her to the kitchen and pinched her mouth

Have you forgotten our plans Sophie, allow Geraldine to do whatever she likes,we will bring that her husband down very soon, don't worry...Her mum assured

Sophie nodded and hugged her mum

Geraldine came back from work and her husband told her how he caught Sophie adding salt and pepper to her pot of soup

That was why I served her husband the food in the morning.. Geraldine replied

Your sister something else oo.. Elvis said

Since she doesn't want peace in this house I won't give her a breathing space..

To Be Continued 🤗

Written by Mhiz Mirable

Secondary School Students Beat An Acquaintance of mine, a School Teacher, to Pulp.

Mr. JIKA of Ugondo Model Secondary School Ugba, Logo local government area of Benue state was given the beating of his life by his own students after punishing them for disobeying school rules.
I'll like to post what he told me in a phone call in his own words, thus:

"SSS 3B rewards me this afternoon.
"Is this is how your students reward you teachers in town?
"Just because I prevented them from going to the mini market after the break and they insisted on doing so, I got them punished and they went back, ganged up, and did this to me.
"I was rushed unconsciously to Live Clinic by the principal and currently undergoing treatment."
I was short of words after hearing his ordeal and I can't for Monday to come so I can hear what happens to the students after the attack.

Ayo and her friend Tope had been arguing for weeks about a group project they were working on for their class. Tope felt that Ayo wasn't contributing enough, while Ayo felt that Tope was trying to take over the project and not giving her enough say in the decisions. The tension between them was making it difficult for them to work together and get the project done on time.
One day, they decided to sit down and have a conversation to try to work out their differences. They agreed to use dialogue to solve their problem, to really listen to each other and understand each other's idea.
By using dialogue, Tope and Ayo were able to find a solution to their problem. They worked together much better and finished their project on time and received good compliments from the professor. From then on, they used dialogue as a tool for communication, helping them to avoid misunderstandings and to solve problems effectively.

There lived a boy named Solomon. He was known for having a bigger head than most children his age. Although his head size didn't really bother him, Solomon's stubborn nature often got him into trouble.

In school, Solomon would often tease and bully his classmates because he believed that having a bigger head made him superior. He would make fun of their clothing, their hobbies, and even their grades.

One day, a slim and small kid named David transferred to Solomon's school. Despite his size, David exhibited a strong sense of confidence and intelligence. He noticed how Solomon's actions were hurting his peers, and he decided to do something about it.

With his calm approach, David approached Solomon and said, "Hey Solomon, I've noticed that you've been teasing and bullying others. Do you think that's fair? Wouldn't it be better if we all treated each other with kindness and respect?"

Solomon scoffed, not taking David seriously. "Why should I listen to you, you skinny little nobody? My head is much bigger than yours!"

Undeterred, David replied, "Size doesn't determine a person's worth or character, Solomon. It's what's inside and how we treat others that truly matters."

Solomon rolled his eyes but couldn't help but be intrigued by David's words. There was something different about this slim kid. He seemed confident and wise beyond his years.

As time went on, David continued to show kindness to everyone, including Solomon. He would offer help, share his knowledge, and even compliment others. His behavior began to influence Solomon, who started observing his actions closely.

One day, when Solomon witnessed David standing up for a classmate who was being bullied, he couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration. He realized that it wasn't his head size that made a difference, but his character and the way he treated others.

Filled with remorse for his past actions, Solomon approached David and apologized for his behavior. "I'm sorry, David. You were right. It's not about the size of my head; it's about how I treat others. I want to change and be a kinder person."

David smiled warmly and said, "Solomon, it takes courage to admit your mistakes and want to change. I believe in you, and I know you can become a better person."

Once upon a time, in a faraway land, there were two powerful kings named King SAPA and King Garri. These kings were known by all, not for their wisdom, but for their stubbornness. They never saw eye to eye, and their kingdoms were always at war with each other.

The reason for their constant quarrels? Well, it was like they couldn't agree on the color of the sky. They argued about everything from where the sun rises to the best way to plant crops. Their kingdoms, once friends, were now like two hissing cats.

In King Garri's kingdom, there lived a kind and beautiful princess named Berry. She was as sweet as honey and had a heart that was even kinder. One day, as she wandered through the forest, she bumped into a handsome young man named Shege. Unknown to everyone, Shege was King SAPA's son.

As they spent time together, Berry and Shege's hearts fell in love. They were careful to keep their friendship hidden, knowing that their fathers would not approve. But love is a tricky thing, and it has a way of finding its path even in the darkest corners.

One fateful day, while they were enjoying a peaceful moment beneath the shade of a tree, King Garri stumbled upon them. His heart sank, for he knew that the young man was from the enemy's kingdom. He felt torn between his love for his daughter and his hatred for the rival king.

Berry and Shege confessed their love, fearing the worst. But to their surprise, King Garri's face softened. He looked at his daughter, his heart melting at her happiness. He realized that love was stronger than any war, any anger. With a heart full of love for his daughter, King Garri did something unexpected. He sent messengers to King SAPA's kingdom, proposing a truce. The two kings agreed to meet, putting aside their differences for the sake of Berry and Shege.

In a grand hall filled with melodies, King Garri and King SAPA shook hands, ending years of bitterness. Their kingdoms, once divided, were now united by the power of love.

You see? Love can heal the deepest wounds we have gotten from being hurt, spread more love.

I think I was in primary 4 when it all began.
Beaula was obviously a pretty little girl and so was I a handsome little boy on the other hand 😁.

We began to relate closely and more fond of each other. We'd come to school together, play together and even share our snacks.
We were often seen as siblings but we had no blood relation what so ever.

You could call it love at childhood, but we know little about it's true meaning then. We were just friends, closer friends. She was always around me, yes. But that doesn't mean we were always together.

So it happened that we were playing during one of those short break times in school when I roughly stepped on her foot with my full weight unintentionally.
Immediately, she released a slap on my forehead.

Her eyes were filled with remorse because she didn't mean to slap me but in reaction to the pain, she did.
I didn't expect the slap, not from her. Though I knew it was not her intention to retaliate with a slap, I couldn't forgive her when she begged.

I left her when the bell which marked dismissal rang. She ran to me on my way and grabbed my hand, but I shook it off. She recoiled and her face lost colour.

Her parents came to our house the following morning to ask about what transpired between us that had left their daughter in a bad and unhappy state throughout the previous day.

We walked to school together after they tried settling it. She was still sad and I uttered no words to her nor did I crack my usual jokes.
I looked at her face and it was gloomy, I stretched out my hands to her.
She was amazed and grabbed me at once, she grinned and said sorry softly.
I looked at her and with a smile I told her that I was still angry at her despite.
She brought out the biscuits she had in her bag, we shared it and then I forgave her.