Christian Nwachuku @sorano

I woke up today feeling hungry, stomach-growling hungry. My friend and I decided to hit up the closest restaurant in town for some food. We were all excited, imagining the deliciousness waiting for us.
As we walked into the restaurant, the aroma of food greeted our noses. But just as we were about to dig into our meals, things took an unexpected turn. A disagreement between two groups of people quickly escalated into a full-blown fight. Chairs were knocked over, voices were raised, and it got intense real fast.

Suddenly, someone pulled out a knife and the others responded by grabbing sticks and broken bottles outside. That was when I knew these people are cult*sts. The whole restaurant turned into chaos, and we found ourselves running out of it.

Eventually, we made it out of the restaurant, our heart pumping fastly, and decided it was probably best to head home before our dinner plans turned into an unexpected action movie, at least we escaped the violence.

Emma was a young and promising young lady whom nature has cheated on.. Her father had remarried, bringing into her life a stepmother named ochonogor. Emma was wary of this new relationship, uncertain about what to expect.

Ochonogor, however, approached the situation with kindness and understanding. She tried to bridge the gap between them, offering a listening ear and genuine care. Despite Emma's initial hesitations, ochonogor's warmth began to melt the walls around her heart.

As days turned into months, Emma and ochonogor found common ground. They discovered shared interests, laughed over funny anecdotes, and slowly built a bond that transcended the stepmother-stepdaughter dynamic. Emma realized that ochonogor was not trying to replace her mother but rather create a unique connection of their own.

Through life's challenges and triumphs, Emma and ochonogor stood by each other, creating a blended family full of love and support. The once uncertain relationship had blossomed into a beautiful partnership, even to the greatest suprise of their dad proving that sometimes, unexpected connections can become the most cherished ones.

In anticipation of a handwritten exam, we dedicated ourselves to a night class days before. Filled with determination, we had to carefully go through every bit of the material, aiming to conquer every question. However, the plot twisted when the exam format switched to computer-based, it sounds really like a relief as we will now have multiple options to choose only the correct one.

First there was a reduction in the speed to which we had been reading I personally thought I had read enough for the exam . A surprising delay disrupted our plans, and exam that was scheduled to start at noon didn't kick off until 6 pm. Despite the setback, we entered the exam hall with zeal, only to encounter another hurdle – technical issues plagued the computer system within minutes.

Frustration filled the room as the realization dawned that the exam had to be canceled. Disheartened, I left the exam hall, grappling with the unexpected turn of events. It was all a wasted effort,

But deeply i knew it was a better chance to rewrite our wrong as we went back to the text book trying to remember some of the familiar questions as the exam was rescheduled to next week. Do you think such a thing can happen in the united kingdom??

Hungry and tired after a day of reading at school, I found comfort in the kitchen. There, I decided to cook up a simple yet sweet meal—yam mixed with ripe plantain. As the delightful aroma filled the air, I noticed unexpected enemies; mosquitoes.

With my roommate peacefully asleep, I wondered if these tiny enemies had a personal beef against me. I struggled between cooking and slapping, turning my kitchen into a battlefield. If they are not giving up, neither am I, this food will go into my stomach tonight.

Most of my neighbors were asleep, probably I and three more people kept disturbing the area with music, talks and the likes. I did not take my eyes off that pot, my last hope was there for the night. If I don't eat, hunger will make a mess of me, fortunately, the food was almost getting ready for consumption.

The goodness of yam and plantain finally landed in my plate. Taking each bite, I thought about the mosquito mystery. Were they truly my enemies, or was it just a consequence of my midnight cooking? Regardless, I went ahead to satisfy my hunger, assured that tomorrow will be a better day.