Mindviewers Stories

As I watched students rushing around, I felt a wave of memories wash over me. Just two years ago, I was one of those nervous second-year students, studying hard for a tough exam. Many students had failed that course, and I remembered how stressful it was.

I saw my classmates flipping through textbooks and writing notes. They looked stressed, and I felt some sympathy for them. I remembered all the late nights and cups of coffee I had gone through to prepare.

Let's go back to the main business of the day as I wouldn't want to waste my entire morning on things that wouldn't benefit me. Just then the memories of a senior colleague who happened to be of a great help and assistance during those hard times and how we had grown close while studying together.

Feeling inspired, I decided to talk to some students nearby. I walked over to a group at a table covered with books. “How’s the studying going?” I asked with a smile.

They looked surprised. One student admitted, “It’s overwhelming. This course feels impossible.”

I remembered those feelings from two years ago. “I know how you feel,” I said. “But it’s manageable. I got through it.” I shared some powerful mnemonics that will help them remember some important points, and I left them with some tips on staying organized and taking breaks. Their faces brightened, and soon they were laughing.

After a good chat, I wished them luck and went to my usual study spot. I didn’t get my favorite table, but I felt good for helping others who were facing the same challenges I once had.

As I opened my textbooks, I felt a boost of energy. I thought about how important it is to encourage each other. Today was about more than just my studying; it was about building a supportive community. With that in mind, I dove into my work, grateful for how far I had come.

Today, I was supposed to cook dinner, but I just didn’t have the energy to prepare anything. So, I decided to go to a restaurant for some food. I wanted to enjoy fried rice and chicken. It sounded perfect for the night.

As I was about to pay for my meal, I found out that the ATM machine wasn’t accepting any cards. I felt a bit worried because I didn’t have cash. The only options were to find a nearby ATM to withdraw money or to make a transfer with my phone. But, unfortunately, I didn’t have my phone with me.

Just as I was thinking of leaving to find an ATM, I heard someone call my name from behind. It was an old friend! He had also come to the restaurant to get food. We hugged and shared some nice pleasantries.

After chatting for a bit, my friend surprised me by saying he would pay for both our meals, even though I didn't ask him to. I felt grateful and happy. It was such a kind gesture on his part.

With my friend covering the bill, I was able to enjoy my dinner without any stress. We sat down together, talked about old times, and enjoyed our meal. It turned out to be a lovely evening after all

For three months, a nice guy had been asking me out. I liked him, but I was already in a relationship that was not good. Even though I felt unhappy, I did not want to hurt my current boyfriend by breaking up with him. I stayed in the relationship, hoping things would get better.

I noticed that I stopped reaching out to my boyfriend. It felt like I was pulling away, but deep down, I knew I was unhappy. My boyfriend was still trying hard to make things work, but we had many differences. I realized I didn’t want to be with someone like him anymore.

One day, my boyfriend called me. He said he couldn’t keep trying to make the relationship work. I could hear the sadness in his voice. When he decided to end things, I felt as though I'm about to lose something special but on a second that thought this was all I have wanted and as a matter of fact I initiated the process.

Now that I was single, I felt free and hopeful. There was another guy who had been very interested in me. He treated me kindly and seemed ready to do anything for my happiness. I started to think that maybe he could be the right person for me.

I took a deep breath and decided it was time to say yes to a new relationship. I smiled at the thought of starting fresh with someone who truly cared for me. It felt like a new beginning, and I was excited for what was to come.

It was just three days until our next exam, and I decided to go get a haircut. A friend of mine decided to accompany me, so we went together. When we arrived at the barbershop, there was blaring music that made the atmosphere lively and entertaining. The place was well lit with white walls, creating an alluring sight.

The barbers had two other customers who were already seated and getting their haircuts. We took a seat on a comfortable sofa while we waited for our turn. The sofa was so cozy that you could easily fall asleep on it. There was even a charging socket nearby, so you could plug in your phone while waiting.

My friend and I were having fun, chatting and laughing until it was finally my turn. I left my phone on the couch and walked over to the barber’s chair. He greeted me with a friendly smile and started trimming my hair, engaging in light conversation as he worked. I could see my friend occasionally glancing at his phone, and the upbeat music provided a great backdrop to our experience.

As I relaxed in the chair, I felt a sense of relief from the upcoming exam stress. Once the haircut was finished, I looked in the mirror and felt a wave of confidence wash over me.

When I returned to the sofa, I reached for my phone, only to find it missing. A knot of anxiety formed in my stomach. “Hey, have you seen my phone?” I asked my friend, who looked up with a puzzled expression.

searching his face to see if he was tricking me, maybe hiding my phone just to get me anxious. But he looked so innocent, wearing a genuinely bewildered expression. Even so, I couldn't help but pester him. “Come on, just bring out the phone so I can pay for the haircut, and then we can get going,” I insisted.

He stood firm, adamantly denying that he had taken my phone. After some back-and-forth, with hesitations and arguments, it became increasingly clear that he truly hadn’t touched it. My heart sank as I realized the worst: my phone was actually gone. It had been stolen.

I felt a wave of panic wash over me. I took a deep breath and made my way back to the barber. “Excuse me,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady, “I think my phone has been stolen. Did anyone see anything?”

Unfortunately, the barber's response was far from reassuring. He couldn't provide me with any reasonable or responsible reply. I could see he was busy, but the lack of help was disheartening. In that moment, a heavy sense of loss settled in. I knew I had lost something tangible, something that held not just value but many of my personal memories and contacts. I could already feel the dread creeping in, knowing there was no way I would be getting it back.

I was curious about what he was doing sitting there in the dark, so I approached him to find out. As I got closer, I realized he was taking some black dust and putting it into his nose. My heart sank as I processed what I was seeing. This was a young boy, probably no older than 16, and his name was Thiago.

“What could possibly drive him to this?” I wondered, a mix of concern and disbelief washing over me. I decided to pull out my flashlight, hoping to get a clearer view of the substance in his palm. The beam illuminated what I feared: he was into drugs. It wasn’t just any substance; it was tobacco, and he was stuffing it into his nose in large quantities.

Feeling a surge of urgency, I called out to him, repeating his name three times, each time slightly louder. “Thiago! Thiago! What are you doing?"

He looked up, but his gaze was distant, as if he were somewhere far away. His head hung low, and he waved at me twice, the smoke coming from his mouth curling into the air. “This life," he said softly, almost resigned.

He tried to talk but the words wouldn't come. He tried for a second time and yet I couldn't make out a thing from what he was saying.
"I lost my school fees to betting" he managed to say after several minutes of waiting.

After trying and failing with airdrops too many times, I decided to give up on that whole thing. I wanted to find a better way to make steady money, something more reliable that didn’t feel so hard to get.

Then, I thought about testnets. It kept coming to my mind, so I decided to give it a try. I called a friend who was into it and learned that he was making a little money—about $5 to $10 here and there. While that didn’t seem like a lot, it was better than what I had been doing.

I asked him to send me the links to the latest testnet projects on his phone, and he agreed. I felt excited and more confident knowing I was taking action.

I jumped right in and clicked on all the links he sent me. Some needed me to set up wallets, while others had simple tasks, like sending a small amount of crypto or using certain apps. I carefully followed each step, making sure I didn’t miss anything. Each task I completed felt like I was getting closer to making some real money.

A man was contacted by a foreign number one day with an offer for a job that promised he could earn 100,000 naira daily. It sounded too good to be true, but out of curiosity, he decided to give it a try. The task was simple; just liking photos online and after completing a few tasks, he was paid 1,500 naira. Feeling encouraged, he thought maybe this was a genuine opportunity.

The next day, the people behind the foreign number introduced him to something more exciting: a money-doubling scheme. Tempted, he decided to try it out with 12,000 naira. To his surprise, he received 25,000 naira in return. It seemed legit, and he started to trust the process.

On the third day, things changed. The group announced that the minimum investment had been raised to 30,000, 50,000, or even 100,000 naira. Greed got the better of him, and he decided to invest 30,000 naira, hoping for even bigger returns. But this time, after sending the money, he was removed from the group. The foreign number stopped responding, and it became clear he had been scammed.

We were having a good conversation over time, and we didn't know how time had already passed. My friend was up on his bed while I stood behind his table trying to write off some things. And then I looked back and realized that the mosquito was already killing him where he lay. I squatted down with my torchlight, and I was able to find about millions of mosquitos encircling his stomach area.

I came to a halt while some made it away. I didn't just go back to the table where I was focusing on a particular task. When I looked back again, he was actually suffocated by a multitude of mosquitos again. They were landing on his nose, his neck. It was like they came to party on him, and if they had their way, some would have even landed on his private parts.

I still got to kill most of them all, slapping my friends body hard to catch a lot in my palm. The heavy sleeper didn't fidget or show sign of life. He was enjoying his sleep.

Last night, just as I was getting ready to step out and buy food, something strange happened. I had just finished dressing when I noticed my light bulb shining unusually bright. It didn’t feel right, and I immediately knew something was wrong.

Without wasting time, I turned off the light and quickly unplugged my socket. I didn’t want to take any risks. Just as I finished, I heard the sound of the outside bulb exploding. That confirmed my suspicion, something was definitely off with the power.

Later on, I found out that the voltage had suddenly spiked. It wasn’t just my place; many people in the area suffered damage to their appliances. Fans, TVs, and fridges got destroyed, almost like a joke.

Thankfully, my quick reaction saved me from any damage. I couldn’t stop thanking God for the wisdom to act fast and avoid what could have been a very expensive mistake.

Last year, I found myself in a situation that taught me a valuable lesson about self-worth. I had mustered up the courage to ask someone special out on a relationship, only to be rejected. But that wasn't the hardest part – it was what came after. She asked if we could just be friends, and I declined.

At first, it might seem harsh or prideful, but for me, it was a matter of self-respect. I knew that accepting her offer would have meant settling for something less than what I deserved. It would have been a compromise, a consolation prize.

But here's the thing: I'm not desperate. I'm not so eager to be in someone's life that I'll accept any terms. And I'm certainly not a coward who will hide in the friend zone, hoping that someday things might change.

Men, like fine wine, only get better with age. But sometimes, we forget our own worth. We settle for less, we compromise, and we lose sight of what we truly deserve.

I've had no regrets about my decision. In fact, it's been liberating. Since then, she's tried to reach out, but I haven't looked back. Why? Because I know my worth. I know that I deserve someone who wants me for who I am, without conditions or compromises.

So, to all the men out there, remember this: you are worthy of love, respect, and happiness. Don't settle for anything less. Don't be afraid to walk away from something that doesn't serve you. And never, ever forget your own worth.

Few days ago, I took a taxi to somewhere to buy some items I was in need of, when I entered into the hands of some 419s. I've been hearing of how they operate, but that was my first encounter, everything I heard about them played out exactly the same. Being fully aware of the tactics, I followed them up in a very calm manner, they were frustrated in the end. I know they were not expecting it, but, it is what it is.

I came out to the junction to meet a taxi waiting for passengers, the driver asked if I was gonna board the taxi and I replied with a nod. There was one young lady at the back, and a guy at the front. Immediately I entered, another passenger, a guy entered after me, and the taxi moved. On our way, this people sparked up a conversation, I maintain the mood I always maintain while boarding a vehicle, and that is to be silent.

They were talking and laughing, and even tried to initiate me into the conversation, I refused to let a single word out of me. It wasn't long when the guy in front, started talking about how he is looking for where to change dollars into naira. A very popular tactics by this fraudsters, I knew the situation I was in, and decided to be calm and let everything play out. I pretended not to even hear what they were saying, and very busy with my phone.

I noticed how the driver was looking at me through the mirror, I'm sure they were pissed off already. They are rumored to be with charms, that will only work on you, when you reply to whatever they are saying. If I never believed it before, the guy that was talking about dollars has proven it to be true. When they couldn't get me to talk, even concerning the dollar matter, the taxi stopped, and the driver said he's not going my way again, and that I should go down.

I went down jejely, the driver looked at me and cursed me while zooming off, I laughed. Such a very popular method has been casted, they should better go and find a legal work to do. I escaped in a majestic manner.

Just the other day, I was running late for class, I was very late, despite that I tried my best, I still couldn't meet up on time. So I had no choice than to run from my house, down to where I was going to enter a shuttle inside the school. It was on a hot afternoon, I was started sweating before I could finish dressing because of how much I was in a hurry. The run had to be very fast, else, I will be more late than expected.

I was surprised to run into a dog that was sleeping on the road, while I was still navigating my way out of my street. The dog woke immediately and began to run away, thinking it was under an attack. It was very funny, I laughed, the dog was in a deep sleep, the eyes were red, and I'm sure it was running for it's life, with sleep in it's eyes. But then, the run didn't stop, I still had to get to class on time, I kept moving.

The dog ran ahead of me, and in the next few meters, there was an uncompleted building, with two guys sitting in front, with substance in their hand, that I think it was weed. Immediately they saw me running towards them, they left what they were doing and ran away with full speed. Believe me I was running fast, in their mind, it must be police officers that are after me, and they ran even without seeing anything after me.

I wanted to call out to them and tell them that no one is pursuing me, but then they looked rough and could have beaten the hell out of me for scaring them, so I continued my run quietly, while they ran and branched unknown destinations. I could not hold my laugh, it was very funny. It's only a guilty man that runs when nothing is pursuing him, so they deserved the 'run for your life's incident.

Got to class with my clothes soaked in sweats, and the funny incident didn't leave my head even for a second. 'Dogs and humans run in a blind battle to save their lives', that would have made a top headline if there were drones covering the event. Me that was innocently running to class, guilty beings were busy running too. Chai!

Everybody in my compound were still asleep at 5:30 am, when I heard a man shouting from our gate, the man was passing a message to our compound. The voice was so loud that it will wake anybody from sleep, and you can't ignore it. The more annoying thing is that the man used something to hit our gate, so as to wake everybody before his loud voice continues. You can't help but listen to him, even though it's annoying.

The man was complaining and shouting, about how people dump refuse close to where he lives, and gave strict warnings that no one should dumb anything there again. He even threatened to physically deal with anyone who dares dump refuse there. I laid on my bed and thought about who the man was, and where this refuse spot is. I was still feeling sleepy, so I only wished that the man finished his talk, and went away so I could have my peace.

In the morning, I asked my neighbors who the man was, only one of them knew; the man's compound was four far compounds away from ours, so this man literally went through to all the houses round his house to give this announcement. There's no way that anybody from our compound will trek that distance to dispose refuse. I wondered where the man got the courage to go round houses at that early hour.

From the man's action, I don't think he is mentally stable, a caution tape is normally used to tape round such place, to show that no one should dump anything there again. Secondly, authority can be involved and the warning will be boldly written, including the fine for anybody who breaks the rule. So in this man's mind, going round houses is intelligent or wise? Someone from a far place can possibly pass by the place and dump something there, will be now execute his threats on such person? There are much easier and effective way of going about things.

Once upon a time, in the vibrant town of Fruitville, nestled next to the neighboring Nuttyville, an epic love triangle was brewing. Ms. Groundnut, the most beautiful peanut in all of Nuttyville, had captured the hearts of two determined suitors: Mr. Banana, the tall, smooth-talking fruit with a curve as sharp as his wit, and Mr. Apple, the round, polished charmer with a shine brighter than the morning sun.
The Love Dilemma

Ms. Groundnut was flattered but flustered. "Oh dear," she sighed, smoothing out her peanut shell. "How do I choose between two such fine gentlemen?"

Banana leaned casually against a coconut tree, his yellow peel glistening in the sunlight. "Ms. Groundnut, you don’t need to think twice. I’m the sweetest fruit in all of Fruitville. My potassium levels are off the charts, and my smoothies are legendary!"

Apple rolled into the conversation with a dramatic bounce. "Don’t listen to him, Ms. Groundnut. He’s all mush inside! I’m firm, reliable, and versatile. I can be a pie, a juice, or even a cider. Plus, an apple a day keeps the doctor away!"

Ms. Groundnut giggled nervously. "You both have strong points, but this is a tough nut to crack."
The Great Showdown

To settle the matter, the fruits of Fruitville and the nuts of Nuttyville agreed to host a competition. The winner would earn Ms. Groundnut's hand in marriage.
Round 1: Talent Show

Banana performed a daring slip-and-slide routine, leaving the crowd in stitches as he zoomed across the stage. "They call me the comedy king for a reason!" he boasted, bowing dramatically.

Apple, not to be outdone, performed a juggling act using oranges, grapes, and even a kiwi. "Versatility, folks!" he declared. The crowd roared in approval.

Ms. Groundnut clapped politely. "Very impressive, gentlemen. But I’m not quite convinced yet."
Round 2: The Cooking Challenge

Banana whipped up his famous banana split, complete with whipped cream, cherries, and sprinkles. "Taste the magic!" he exclaimed as the judges dug in.

Apple prepared a warm apple crumble with a dollop of vanilla ice cream. "Simple, classic, and delicious," he said with a confident grin.

The judges were torn. Ms. Groundnut was beginning to sweat.
Round 3: The Love Declaration

Finally, it was time for the heartfelt declarations.

Banana stepped forward, holding a bouquet of sugarcane. "Ms. Groundnut, my heart has been peeled for you since the day we met. You’re my better half, and together, we’d make the perfect trail mix!"

The crowd swooned.

Apple, not one to lose, rolled up with a box of caramel apples. "Ms. Groundnut, you are the crunch to my sweetness. Without you, life would be the pits. Marry me, and let’s make Fruitville and Nuttyville the sweetest place on earth!"

Ms. Groundnut felt her shell blush. Both were so convincing!
The Twist

As the crowd waited with bated breath, a sudden commotion erupted. A cheeky coconut strutted onto the stage. "Wait a minute!" he yelled. "Why should Banana or Apple win? Ms. Groundnut, I’ve loved you since forever. I’m sturdy, I’m tropical, and I make excellent oil!"

Gasps filled the air as the audience turned to Ms. Groundnut. She giggled and finally spoke.

"Banana, Apple, and Coconut, you’ve all been amazing. But the truth is…" She paused dramatically, "...I’m already married—to Mr. Cashew!"

The crowd erupted into laughter as Mr. Cashew, a humble and quiet nut, waved shyly from the sidelines.

Banana slipped in shock, Apple rolled offstage, and Coconut cracked under the pressure. Ms. Groundnut held her husband's hand and said, "Sometimes, the best match isn’t the loudest or the shiniest—it’s the one who’s been there all along."

And so, the fruits and nuts of the land learned that love, much like a good trail mix, is all about balance.

I have an exam in just two days, and the reality hit me hard today that I haven't even opened my books for over a month. As the days went by, I was simply walking around, wasting time, and now the deadline is fast approaching. I haven't done any proper studying, and I could feel the pressure building up as the exam gets closer.

In the early hours of today, I realized I needed to change something fast. I grabbed my books, packed them into my bag, and headed straight to school. I decided I wouldn't come back home until the next day, committing myself to stay on campus and focus. My plan is to study as much as I can today and leave the last day for revision.

This last-minute study method is risky, and I know it can be very costly. It’s not ideal, and it’s not something I’m proud of. But it has somehow become my pattern over time. The pressure always seems to push me into this cycle of cramming right before the exam, even though I know it's not the best approach.

I’m hoping that with this intense focus over the next couple of days, I can still cover enough material to feel prepared. It's a tough situation, but I have no other choice now but to push through and make the best of it. Let’s hope I can pull it off before the big day arrives.

I was in my bedroom when I started smelling something burning coming from the living room. I rushed out to see what was happening and found my charger, the brand new one I had just bought in flames. It was burning, not just smoking.

I quickly moved to the fuse to switch it off, but my sister rushed in to unplug the charger. I shouted at her because I was worried she might get electrocuted by touching the charger, even though only part of it was on fire. I managed to turn off the fuse before carefully removing the charger.

As I stood there, I couldn’t help but think about how much I had spent on that charger. It wasn’t just a regular one, it was a high-quality model that cost more. But I was relieved that no one was hurt and that it didn’t affect anyone. At least I was safe, satisfied, and I knew I could get another one.

Today was my resting day, and I didn’t even plan to step outside until evening. I cooked on Sunday so I could relax properly without worrying about food. The plan was to stay indoors, sleep, and enjoy my own company. Everything was going smoothly until the unexpected happened.

In the afternoon, my close friend called me out of the blue. She was screaming so loudly on the phone that I thought someone had proposed to her! Curious, I quickly asked what was going on. She laughed and told me her uncle abroad had just sent her a New Year gift. Wahala for who no dey collect New Year gifts o! She sounded so happy, and honestly, I couldn’t help but share in her excitement.

She suggested we go out and treat ourselves to something nice to celebrate, and I couldn’t say no. Rest or no rest, this was too good to miss. I got ready quickly, and we left. The outing was super fun, and we laughed so much that I forgot how tired I was.

Recently, I’ve been dealing with so many frustrating issues, especially with banking services. It feels like the whole system is under some kind of pressure because transactions are failing left and right. Payment services have been poor, and it's affecting basic things we do every day. It’s hard to tell if this problem is with just one bank or all of them, but it’s been stressful.

One of the worst experiences happened when I went to buy gas for my cooking cylinder not far from my place. I had some cash on me and my ATM card, thinking I’d be fine either way. After bargaining with the gas seller, I decided to pay with my card to save the cash I had. The card transaction failed, but to my surprise, I was debited. I explained this to the seller and asked him to give it some time, hoping I’d get a refund, but nothing came through.

To make matters worse, I decided to try a transfer using USSD. I thought it would save the situation, but it only made things worse. The same thing happened; another debit on my account, but the seller didn’t get credited. At this point, I had two failed transactions hanging, and I was out of cash. Luckily, the man knows me, and he trusted me enough to let me go. He told me to come back when the money is refunded, which was a huge relief.

Thankfully, both refunds came through a few minutes ago, so I don’t have to worry about it anymore. Tomorrow, I plan to try again, and I can only hope it won’t be another waste of time. These issues with banks need to be sorted out quickly because they’re making life unnecessarily difficult.

It’s been so hot lately, and the heat has been unbearable. To make matters worse, my fan is currently undergoing repairs, leaving me with no other choice but to sleep shirtless to avoid the discomfort. The nights have been a struggle, and I find myself wishing for any form of relief from this heatwave.

Even at the barbershop yesterday, the weather’s intensity was obvious. The barber, despite having a big OX fan circling him every few seconds, was shirtless, trying to stay cool. It made me realize that everyone is battling this heat in their own way.

Thankfully, nature finally showed some mercy when it rained in the evening. The cool breeze and the soothing petrichor that filled the air were a blessing. I decided to take an evening walk to enjoy the refreshing change, letting the coolness seep into my skin and clear my head.

To end the day on a good note, I stopped by a shop to grab some sour candies and a chilled soft drink. With my small treat in hand, I headed back to my residence, grateful for the brief break from the relentless heat.

A man was hired to paint a boat. With his paint, brushes, and a steady hand, he began coating the boat in a vibrant red, as the owner had requested. As he worked, he noticed a small hole in the hull, barely noticeable to the untrained eye. Without saying a word, he repaired it, considering it part of his job.

Once he finished painting, the owner paid him, and the man left, content with his day's work. The next morning, however, the owner returned, holding a check far more generous than what was owed for the painting.

Surprised, the painter asked, "Sir, you've already paid me for the paint job. What is this for?"

The owner smiled and said, "This isn’t for the painting. It’s for fixing the hole in the boat."

The painter, puzzled, replied, "But that was such a small thing—certainly not worth this amount."

"My friend, you don’t understand," the owner began. "When I asked you to paint the boat, I didn’t even remember about the hole myself. After you finished and the paint dried, my children took the boat out on a fishing trip without telling me. I was away, and when I got home, I was horrified to realize they had gone out in a boat with a hole in the hull."

The painter listened intently as the man continued, his voice now thick with emotion.

"I was terrified, thinking they might never return. But when they came back safely, I rushed to check the boat and found that you had repaired the hole. You didn’t just fix a boat—you saved my children’s lives. That’s something I can never fully repay."

The painter stood silent, absorbing the weight of the man’s words.

The owner added softly, "Sometimes, the smallest gestures can have the greatest impact. What seemed insignificant to you meant the world to me."

In life, we may unknowingly fix many “holes” for others—offering help, mending hearts, or simply being there when needed. We often don't realize how much those small actions can mean to someone else.

You never know when your quiet kindness might save a life. Keep helping, keep caring, for the world needs more boat painters.

I slept so deeply yesterday after completing my daily routine and night chores. I took a warm bath, feeling exhausted, and drifted off into a heavy slumber. When I woke up in the morning, I was met with a sickness that took me by surprise. I felt so weak that I could barely extend my hands.

My joints ached, My bones felt like they were broken and my muscles were weak. I couldn’t do anything for myself and lay in bed, whimpering softly, like a child in pain. Headache clouded my thoughts, making it nearly impossible for me to focus.

Just getting up to brush my teeth felt like an impossible task. Finding something to eat felt equally challenging as if each small movement was a fight. Someone who was strong before sleep and took for granted my health just the day before.

In my state, I reached out to my neighbor, hoping he could help me buy some medication. He informed me that he was heading to church, and that’s when it hit me that I had completely lost track of time and missed church service myself. The reality of my sickness weighed heavily on me.

As the minutes ticked by and no one came to my aid, I realized I couldn’t wait any longer. Picking up the smallest of strength, I decided to go out and get the drugs myself. It was quite a distance, but somehow, I pushed through. With determination, I made the journey to the pharmacy and back, feeling a mix of tiredness and heightened headache.

Once home, I took the medication and managed to eat some fruits which was the only thing in my stomach from morning until evening. My stomach felt empty, and I longed for real food, but my body was too weak to handle anything heavy.