Christian Nwachuku @sorano

Yesterday, I received a call around 4 PM from an unknown number. The caller claimed that someone had referred my contact to him. Naturally, I was curious and asked for his details. He gave me another number to call, saying that the person on the other end was the one I would be working for. At that moment, it all seemed legitimate, and I didn't think twice about it.

After a short while, I called the number he provided. The man on the other line introduced himself as Mr. Anthony, a contractor who specializes in supplying anti-corrosive materials for underground pipes. He said he wanted to offer me a one-year contract. The conversation felt professional, and I started to get excited about the opportunity. Mr. Anthony even mentioned a specific location for his company and gave me the number of the CEO, which made everything seem even more official.

Feeling optimistic, I decided to reach out to the CEO. When I finally got through, the CEO also seemed pleasant, but then he dropped a bombshell: I would have to pay for the goods to be delivered. At that moment, all my excitement turned to doubt. I started connecting the dots and realized that something was off. I had never met any of them in person, and asking me to pay upfront was a huge red flag.

The whole situation felt like a well-orchestrated scam. I couldn’t believe how cleverly they had set it up, making everything sound so real and convincing. From the referral to the professional tone of the calls, it all seemed designed to put me at ease.

I realized how important it is to trust your instincts. It’s easy to get swept up in the excitement of a potential opportunity, especially when it seems so legitimate. I’m just grateful I caught on before it was too late.

Back then in my secondary school days I used to be very good in mathematics but after my WAEC I forgot everything about mathematics because I wanted to do medical course in the university so all my attention was on biology

Though from time to time I still try to test my knowledge on mathematical problems but most times I fail either I had forgotten the right approach or maybe I missed it along the line but that was never a problem because it has nothing to do with my academic but just an extra knowledge

Today happens to be one of those days to prove my intelligence a very good friend of mine she had just tried all things possible to remind me that she is more brilliant than myself but trust me a wouldn't allow that

The entire process began she was asking me medically related questions and I was doing so well but from know were she jumped into mathematics funny right

Anyways I am the man here so I was ready for any of her questions and then she drop the question which happens to be matrix particularly adjunct of matrix.

Omo it was actually the last I expected but what to do I just have to refresh my memories and dive into the the solving it was from one mistake to another but more excitingly is the fact that we were able to arrive at the exact answer.

The whole experience was indeed lit and getting to prove myself once again to her that I can be the boss just mad my day

In September, my friends and I decided to take on a challenge through the Sweatcoin app, which required 150,000 steps for the month. We all saw it as a fun way to make memories, so we agreed to do it together. On a Saturday morning, we kicked things off, starting our walk at 7am.

By 11am, I had already reached 70,000 steps. But as much as I wanted to keep going, my body had other plans. I told my friends I couldn't continue, and they quickly agreed that it was time to stop before any of us fainted in the name of winning.

We found a nearby restaurant and decided to take a break. We ordered rice, ate, and rested there until about 1pm. It was a well-needed break to rest after the long walk. Feeling somehow refreshed, we trekked halfway back home before catching a tricycle for the rest of the journey.

When I finally got home, I checked the app and saw that I had managed to hit 76,000 steps for the day. Even though I didn’t reach the goal, I felt satisfied with my effort. Most importantly, I cherished the time I spent with my friends.
At the end of the day, the challenge wasn't just about contest anymore but the fun and memories we created together.

I had this important event at school that I was told I absolutely had to attend. But, at the same time, I was waiting for a client of mine to give me the final go-ahead to start his work. It was a confusing situation because I didn’t want to miss out on the event, but I also didn’t want to delay the client’s project.

After weighing my options for a while, I made up my mind to head back to school. The trip itself took about five hours, and I was much tired by the time I arrived. I decided to take some time to rest and prepare for the next day, thinking everything would go as planned.

Later that night, I got the frustrating news that the school event had been canceled. That alone was disappointing enough. But to make matters worse, my client finally reached out, right after the event was called off and gave me the signal to start working on his project.

At that point, I was beyond frustrated. I had already made the long trip to school, which now felt like a total waste, and I realized I’d have to make the stressful journey back just to get started on the work. The timing of everything was worse.

It’s hard not to feel a bit annoyed by the whole situation. If I had just known about the event cancellation a little earlier, I could have avoided all this unnecessary stress and stayed where I was, ready to begin the client’s work as soon as he called.

Today was one quiet Saturday morning. The sun was already out, but everything still felt slow, like the city wasn’t fully awake yet. I sat outside on the veranda, sipping garri and just looking around. I checked the clock again, 10 a.m. on the dot. Weekends used to be something I looked forward to, but lately, they just felt long and empty. I wasn’t even sure what to do with myself most of the time.

I could hear some kids playing football across the street, shouting and arguing over whether someone fouled or not. It reminded me of when I was a kid back in Delta. Every day after school, we would play football until our mothers shouted at us to come home. I smiled at the memory. Life was different now, though. At 23, everything just seemed harder and more complicated. Those carefree days felt like they belonged to someone else.

These days, I’m working as an installation agent for a many clients. It’s not exactly what I imagined for myself, but it’s what pays the bills, at least some of them. The way things are going in the country, it feels like my earnings disappears before the month is even halfway done. Right now, I’m down to my last cash, just enough for bread and maybe some Indomie to last me till Monday. It’s rough, but I’ve gotten used to it.

Just as I was lost in thought, my phone buzzed. A WhatsApp message from Jekwu. "Guy, wetin dey happen this weekend? Make we catch small cruise na!" I laughed a little when I saw the message. Jekwu was always up to something, always looking for where the fun was. But I wasn’t feeling it today. I quickly replied, "Baba, nothing dey o. Just chilling for house." I hit send and continued resting in my chair.

As if planned, the power went out. "NEPA!" I heard someone shout from down the road. I shook my head and laughed quietly to myself. This power issue had become part of life, so normal that nobody even complained anymore. I wondered if things would ever get better, maybe a better job, more money, or even a relationship that felt safe.

Later in the afternoon, I decided to stretch my legs and take a walk around the neighborhood. As I passed by the akara seller, even though I wished to buy, I only waved and kept going. For now, this quiet afternoon was enough for me.