Quarrel/Dispute Stories & Experiences

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.

It was during one of the festive seasons, we the grandchildren usually visited our maternal grandmother during this while, to celebrate her relevance and ensure she had this fulfilled spirit.

During one of the stays, a relative had partially unwrapped her phone from a nylon bag and carefully plugged her charger to it.
I was curious of what possibly she could be so careful about so I asked.

" My phone dey shock person oo if en touch am, e fit knack you for ground" she answered.

"But how?, If this phone can shock someone as you say it can, then it wouldn't be working by now" I replied her.

I tried to explain how impossible it was for a phone charger to release any much impact of charges. There was just no way a charger could release any much current capable of shocking.

For the note; I am good in electronically related stuffs and for that, I believed after analyzing my hypothesis that the very charger couldn't lift a finger talk more of knocking me down.

I just cleaned my finger and moved it closer to touch the phone while the owner of the phone and those who knew about it's capabilities protested. And then, my hand touched it.

Fast forward, I withdrew my hand immediately, and with eyes filled with tear, I stood up, held my hand which I almost lost and walked out.
If I forget that day make I bend 😿

I already knew there was no water remains in the little gallon reservoir, but I must have forgotten as I lifted the weightless plastic with the intention of emptying it's contents in the hot boiling pot of okro soup.

With disappointment, I ran out to a nearby shop to buy. I was fast with the request, the unlocking of the tank was a bit of a struggle but eventually open and had water pumped into my gallon when I noticed a familiar face conversing with a friend. They were seated on a bench beside the entrance of the shop.

"Emmy look at your mates", the familiar face said to his friend as he pointed to the direction of some body built boys returning obviously from their exercise site.

The familiar face had wanted to make more mockeries of his friend before the latter refused to condone the insult and barked,
"You who compare me with this people, when last did you eat even a good food?, You think you just wake up and start sporting?", His friend barked and left almost immediately as the familiar face sat and stared in shock.

I giggled silently, picked my gallon and hurried to continue my special cooking. Omo mockery backfired.

Shocking news this morning Bola Tinunu reveals his real age, he claims to be seventy years ago, I'm not sure that's accurate because he has a daughter who is 61 years already then how's it possible that he's 70 years old, it doesn't tally at all

I attended a wedding this month, an unprecedented union between an famous Area boy and God fearing church girl.

You see its unprecedented because it was those kind of weddings that would normally surprise neighbours and well wishers because these two had little in common at least to the eyes of unlookers.

They were a beautiful couple and before the traditional marriage the groom made sure to make everyone happy so that everything would go smoothly.

You and I know that village people are hard to please😆.

On the traditional ceremony all went fine and well until it was time to share food. Man was a notable person in his home base and made sure to bring all his friends.

More than 50% of them were not entertained properly as many were not given anything to drink or eat. It was total chaos. This would not have happened if the huge sum of money given by the groom was utilized properly, but so the thing goes.

After much deliberation they agreed to serve their guest separately during the reception of the White wedding.

After their marriage that fateful day, the reception began with dancing, and much celebration, you should have seen me that day,

I had eye's for 😘 somebody's daughter. As one of groomsmen i made sure to exhaust all the dancing step I had been dancing secretly since and occasionally turned my neck to see if she was watching me perform. And as the dance was coming to an end I walked gently with my hand folded on my chest to toast this fine gurl in the crowd.

Me; Hello beautiful, Can i have this dance with you. She hesitated, "I will go easy on you" I affirmed.

Her friends were cheering her on.

She was blushing uncontrollably when she replied " I have a boyfriend"

Me: That's fine, we'll look for another girlfriend for him cause what you need now is a husband.

My hand was stretched towards her the whole time. She was about to take my hand when I heard "Kpaa... Kpa... Kpaaaa...".

It was one of those rare moments when a perfectly going wedding turned into sheer disaster.

Mehn, just when I was about to have one of the best moments of my life, the whole auditorium went from a lovely party 🥳 to a place of total pandemonium.

The groom's family had exhausted the food needed to take care of their invited guest. The groom's mother had approached the bride to ask for little assistance in food and drinks to help cater for those left in the hall but she declined saying many of her friends are on the way coming and some guest from the village are waiting at home for the food her mother kept aside.

The groom's mother paid deaf ear's to her, went to where the food was kept and started sharing to her guest.

The bride on noticing this left her husband and went to accost the groom's mother who gave her that resounding slap, Kpaa..... that rendered me single till date😣.

The bride returned the slap on its arrival, this time her own slap felt like it came from both hands but it was just her left hand swinging in the hair.

Some good Samaritan had stopped the slapping wrestling from having a round 2 when the husband walked boldly to where the wife was standing and gave her a resounding slap for hitting his mother.

At the end of the Slapping SMACKDOWN, I look everywhere for my soon to be bride but she was nowhere to be found.

I guess she moved outta the hall like everyone else as the party came to a close abruptly.

Now who should I blame for my misfortune, THE GROOM, THE BRIDE or THE GROOM'S MOTHER.