Mindviewers Stories

Just across the tarred road side, around the new market axis, stood the decent house. I had rang the electronic bell two times now, and was about to enjoy the fun of pressing a button again, when my ears recognized some footsteps approaching the modern wooden door from the inside.

It was undoubtedly nice inside, with the large chandelier hanging gloriously from the tall P.O.P ceiling, radiating its whiteness to all around the large living room. The lighten wasn't just the only beautiful thing about my uncle's place, the walls were one of a kind - it was made to shine like glass which threw me in awe.
"How can walls be made to look like they were made of glass?", I was pondering on my self-afflicted question and answer when Aunty Mary beckoned on my consciousness.

I went to the market today with my friends to retrieve my phone. This phone was particularly important to me because I had saved up five crucial emails on it, which I submitted for an online work application. I even drafted an email to resume work before the phone began to malfunction unexpectedly, getting stuck on the Samsung Galaxy interface and not progressing past that point. No matter what I tried, it just wouldn’t boot up properly.

My friends were incredibly supportive during this ordeal. They encouraged me to keep seeking help, taking me to various experts in the market in hopes that we could find a solution to the problem. Despite their efforts, as the day went on, I began to feel more and more disheartened.

In the end, after numerous attempts and consultations, we came to the last resort: claiming the phone, but I felt very bad because I didn’t succeed in preserving my important emails. I had started the day in a cheerful mood, but by the end, I was left feeling defeated, knowing that I had lost something so significant.

After cooking some jollof rice and having fun with my friends, I decided to watch a movie. It had been a long time since I saw a movie, but I really wanted to watch Venom. Everyone said it was really good, so I was excited!

When I started watching, I liked it a lot! There was a lot of action, and Venom was a cool character. I laughed and cheered during the fun parts.

But at the end part of the movie, something sad happened, and it made me feel a little down. It seemed like the main character was in trouble, but I remembered that there will be another movie soon. So I felt better because I knew he wasn’t really gone.

As Christmas is coming, I want to wish everyone a happy celebration! I hope you all have lots of fun and make great memories with your family and friends!

I am a good cook, and everyone who has had a bite of my food can testify to this. However, yesterday, when my friends came over, we had plans to go to the market together. The idea was to enjoy some quality time while we prepared delicious dishes as friends—it was supposed to be a fun outing.

Before we headed out, I decided to whip up a quick dish of jollof rice. Since I was in a hurry, I didn’t follow my usual meticulous cooking methods. In fact, we all expected the rice wouldn’t turn out well, especially since I was skipping many of the usual ingredients and condiments.

But when I finished cooking and the water in the rice dried out, I served it on plates, and to my surprise, it was even better than the rice usually make with all the proper ingredients! The taste was rich and delightful, catching everyone off guard. My friends couldn't believe it as they chanted praises.
I knew that the food coming out that way was only a mere luck😀 but who will leak the secret?

The crypto event I attended was one of the best experiences I've had in a long time. It was filled with fun, gaming, and a wealth of information about the crypto world. I was fully immersed in the day's activities when they announced a "Fastest Finger" contest. The challenge was simple: participants had to dial a specific code and then input it as quickly as possible. The first person to successfully submit the code would win a prize of 10,000 Naira.

Knowing I had quick fingers, I decided to give it a shot. Who knows? I thought to myself. There were certainly others who might be faster than me, but I was willing to try my luck and aim for the win.

As I prepared for the challenge, I quickly worked out the calculations and retrieved the digits I needed to punch in. With adrenaline pumping through my veins, I typed the numbers with confidence. Just as I was about to submit the code, a sudden error message popped up on my screen.

I hadn't given much attention to the text message we were required to enter, not realizing at that moment that my data was exhausted. I pressed the submit key, but my screen displayed a frustrating "Network Error." Confused and panicked, I couldn't fathom what the problem could be. I tried multiple times to push through the submission, each attempt leading to the same disheartening message.

Eventually, I had to face the reality that the other contestants had likely already submitted their entries while I was struggling with my faulty connection. I took a moment to check the text message again, and that’s when it hit me—I had used up the last drop of my data subscription.

Desperate to participate in the upcoming contests, I reached out to a few friends for support but each of them was earger to win from the fastest finger challenge, so I relax and just watched the fun go on.

It was a lazy evening, and I found myself scrolling through TikTok video clips until I came across a particularly educational video that I decided to share with you all. In the video, there was a man who had been caught with some iron rods. He had dug up these rods from graveyards, and then he went on to explain what these iron rods were used for. I must admit, I didn't fully understand the mystery behind it.

I personally have come across several hundreds of videos of people either complaining or lamenting about how, during the night while asleep, robbers invaded their homes and swiftly made off with their belongings and valuables. The mystery of how they managed to do this without ever being caught was one that needed to be solved—until I watched that particular video.

In it, a man made a startling confession. He disclosed that these robbers often used iron rods taken from graveyards. According to him, when they placed these rods in the compound of a target residence, the occupants would fall into a deep, unshakeable sleep. He described it as if they were under a spell, lying still and unaware, completely vulnerable to the intruders. While the homeowners remained oblivious, the robbers would carry out their evil plots, taking whatever they desired without the slightest disturbance.

The cold aspect of this revelation left me feeling uneasy. Not only was it disturbing to think about the use of such dark methods, but it also made me question the safety of the Lodge where I live.

Before you write jamb to study your dream course in any university of your choice, acquire a skill.... Learn handwork o.💯

You can decide not to do this is your parents are buoyant enough to cater for every damn thing and bills in school.

During my days in the Uni as an undergraduate, I saw shege. Guess y'all have already read some of the stories published on this space about my hard times in school.

One of the things that kept me going then was the fact that I was able to see small small change on a daily even though it was hard to save cause of too much billing yet there were things I did for myself without boring my people with unnecessary needs and complain.

If you're yet to secure admission, utilize this opportunity and learn something. Put your mind there and learn it.

The first year I wrote jamb that was 2016, though I gained admission to study my then dream course, I was unable to start schooling then.

Instead of staying at home, I decided to learn how to barbe hair.

When I finally got admission 2019, then I was already good with my barbing and it helped me scale through school.

Bought some textbooks, offset some bills and most times fend for myself from the money I made.

Do not feel too proud to acquire a skill, it's for your own good make your parents no kpai because they want to train you to become a better person .

Unless you have other options that can fetch you money when you don't get from your people, aside that, learn a skill today.

You'd be glad you did😊💯

My 1st time working on Corel draw, men I felt like I was very good at this when someone said "I can't believe that u where the one that did this on your own". And then I asked "who else would have done this if not me" . He answered me by calling the name "Jason"

Unfortunately jason is my little cousin who is 7 yrs of age Omoh vexation nearly finished me when I realised what he truly meant.

As it stands right now I dey go back dey go punch person Pickin for mouth, that guy us style Take insult me thinking say I no go know

Around this time last year, and on a very sunny afternoon, I was resting in my room when I heard commotions outside my compound, I stood up and went to find out what it was. On stepping outside, I discovered that it was a thief that was apprehended while trying to escape. He was caught loosening zinc, from the roof of somebody's house in a broad daylight. Then he was caught and beaten mercilessly before being handed over to the police.

Two days ago, in the evening, I was outside my room with my fellow tenants, gisting and having fun with words, when we heard disturbing noise of iron collision, coming from an uncompleted building. We decided to go close and find out what it was, after much inspection, we thought to ourselves that it must be a thief trying to pull out an iron frame from the window of the house. So we waited outside and kept cool, so the thief won't suspect anything.

It was long when we saw a guy coming out of the uncompleted building with an iron door frame in his hands, chiselled out from the wall. We asked him who he was and where he was going with the frame, the guy had a 100% comportment and kept cool as if he had just done something very good and cherish-able. He told us that the house owner paid him to remove and take it somewhere, good thing we knew the house owner and sent for him, while we told the guy to sit in the meantime.

It was at this moment that the guy started begging and confessing, that he was actually trying to steal the item. It wasn't long before the scene was crowded with people, and before the house owner arrived, people descended on the thief in a brutal manner. I recognized the thief as the same thief that removed somebody's roof last year, others confirmed and even added the thief was just released from the prison, and without wasting must time, he decided to go back to his old ways.

This time, the thief had hit the rock, the owner of the house was a retired military officer, the man complained of how thieves have frustrated his efforts in completing that house. The man placed a call for soldiers to come and pick the thief, the thief knew he was in hot soup now, and must pay for damages. Could it be because of the present economy that the guy steals uncontrollably? Where are the parents? Lots of questions in my mind, but honestly if you determine to live honestly, no matter the situation, you will succeed.

My childhood days are the type to remember and give out a heavy laughter, pack filled adventure that was embarked on with fear and panicking, but remembering it now looks funny. I remember tampering with my father's DVD, breaking and repairing items to cover up, in order not to be caught and scolded. If I'm asked to rank the various incidents, I think this one I'm about to say now should come first.

My father bought a DVD and a film disk was included in the pack, the film was full of action; fighting, gunshots, violence. So my dad hid the film so that we will no longer watch it, because I was already displaying some of the fighting moves in the house. But you know kids fully well, my siblings and I searched and found where my father hid it. We only get to watch the film when my parents are not at home, this continued for a while till something happened.

On this fateful day, we brought out the film, and watched it when my parents were not at home, using NEPA light. But NEPA respects no one, they took the light, leaving the disk in the DVD. Fear gripped us, we knew we will be scolded if my father finds out, so my siblings and I launched a rescue mission. We went to switch-on the generator, but we got ourselves into another big problem; the rope used to rotate the engine cut into two.

What a problem! My brother went to buy a new rope, while I loosened the DVD using my mother's kitchen knife. For the first time of loosing a DVD, I didn't know what to do, but I figured it out, I successfully removed the disk and coupled the DVD back. By the time my brother returned from buying the rope for the generator, we figured out how to fix it back, it took us hours, but we finally got everything done.

The things that fell apart to us were put back together, though with fear and uncertainty, but the fear of getting scold wouldn't let us give up without at least giving it a try. I don't think there is anybody as a kid that didn't do anything bad or unacceptable, and then try to cover up. The aim is always not to receive beatings, and the thing is that kids will keep on getting themselves into problems after the other untill they are fully grown up, some of us discovered our talents and what we are good at in the process. Imagine me uncoupling and coupling a DVD, I no reach to be engineer?

A very long time ago, there was this electrician we had in our village, he was the only good and qualified electrician back then, because of that, he had steady inflow of clients. But there was never a time I saw him with gloves, he never wore it, even when touching naked and life wires, which was very risky. I remember my father asking him why he doesn't wear gloves, and how come he doesn't get shocked by life wires he touches. I still remember his reply.

He told my father that if you hold your breath and touch a life wire, that it will not shock you, and that is exactly what he does, he holds his breath while handling life wires. I imagined it to be very risky, how could you possibly hold your breath, what if something unexpected triggers you to breath against your wish. What will it cost to buy a glove, how much is glove that he doesn't want to buy it. He just chose not to bother himself with glove.

I don't think it was up to a year after, when the guy was shocked to death while connecting electricity into his client's house from a pole. There was power supply before he went up the pole, he knew it and decided to implemented his method of holding breath as always, but no one knows how the method failed him. Electricity killed the founder, it's nothing to be joked with, seeing wearing of glove as stress is just like thoughts of suicide.

I don't blame the guy much, he learnt it from his mentor. If you're learning, learn to do it the right way, electricity has standards that must be followed accordingly, any attempts to doublecross it might be fatal. I relate this to things like driving, all rules must be observed, ranging from seat belts to tyre pressure to others, any attempt to bypass any could turn out to be fatal. My friends do nickname me to be a protocol type of guy, but that's just how it should be.

For me, standards must be adhered to, and if your new found standard is lower than the regular standard, then it's not even a standard at all.

It's always funny how it becomes so hard to keep saving when you actually have access to that money at any point in time. Well, I decided to accumulate a little bit of cash here on MindViewers. It’s been quite a challenging task to reserve the money and watch it grow daily, from nothing to a little something.

We all know how the economy has been. Even with #100,000 now, the probability of celebrating a stable Christmas still feels a bit shaky. So, I’m actually planning for my Christmas to focus on being happy and making my siblings and those who look up to me happy as well on that day, rather than overspending or stressing over material things.

It's very hard to save. Each day, I look at the money and think about taking out #10,000 or even #5000, But consistently, God has been helping me.

I had the biggest fight in my 7th journey about 3 days ago, or maybe it was 2 days ago; I can't remember exactly which day it was. On that day, I had some bills that I needed to settle, and I looked at this money. It took me several hours contemplating whether to make a withdrawal for the next day or just pretend like the money wasn't there. I'm very glad that, after everything, I actually chose to pretend like the money wasn't there, and it worked for me. I was able to fix the bill and continue with my life. I pray that God continues to give me this grace so that Christmas will be as joyous as anticipated— not too much, but just beautiful and something worthy to remember.

I was tasked by our lab coordinator to arrange the submission of our lab manuals this morning. We had a class of about 150 students, and I knew it was going to be a bit stressful. However, I never anticipated just how compounded the situation would become. That day, I truly realized how much class representatives and course representatives sacrifice in terms of their time and effort. They go above and beyond to address everyone’s concerns and do their best to satisfy the needs of their peers. It’s not easy to be a good course representative; it takes a lot of dedication.

On this particular morning, it was just me responsible for organizing the submission of the lab manuals. It wasn't as if I was taking on the role of class representative for the entire day, I simply needed to oversee the submission process.

First, I had set the submission time, which was supposed to start from 9 AM in the morning and end by 12 PM. I actually thought I was going to be very strict about the time, but when I reached school, people started tripping, and well, people called me on the phone. My phone was actually trembling with calls and messages. As time passed, 12 PM came and went, and I kind of extended the time to 1:30 PM, which also passed. After all the chaos and drama, I finally left the deadline at 3 PM, cancelling all my plans for the day. It actually took my whole day to get out of this mess.

When people usually spoke of roommate issues and similar topics, I would often exclude myself from the conversation. However, I must say that I now have personal experience with these roommate challenges. I once had a roommate with whom I shared a lot. I literally took care of him by providing most of the food. Every meal I cooked or bought, we would typically eat together.

He was usually very conservative with his own food, but I wasn't like that. I lived a very simple and transparent life. Eventually, it reached a point when my food supplies ran low, and I needed to rely on what little we had left until I could get more groceries from my parents. However, he reacted strangely; he seemed upset and even angry about the situation.

headed home, hoping to replenish my supplies. When I returned, I discovered he’d already eaten most of his own food, leaving only a few raw items behind. This time, I wasn’t as willing to share my food like I used to; I needed to look out for myself too. My change in attitude seemed to drive him even more over the edge.

He accused me of being a bad person, and shortly after, he decided to move out. I was conflicted. While part of me felt relieved, another part of me felt uneasy about how things had escalated. As the weeks passed, I noticed changes in him at school. He looked very stressed and was slimming down each day; the weight loss was evident, and he appeared pitiful to the eyes.

As weeks passed, he tried to rekindle our friendship. Yesterday, he even texted me, pleading to come back to our previous arrangemen, but I just couldn't overlook the betrayal. Trust, once broken, is hard to mend.

Our end-of-year party on Friday was amazing. Everyone in the compound contributed at least ₦1,000 to make it happen. When the DJ arrived, some of the stronger guys helped unload the big speakers; one of them got a minor injury, but it wasn't serious.

We started the night with a prayer, setting a good tone for the evening. The party had eating, dancing, and even rapping competitions, keeping everyone entertained. It was the most fun I'd had in a long time.

Dinner was a delicious serving of yam and egg sauce, which everyone enjoyed in high spirits. I decided to call it a night around midnight, thinking the dancing might get a bit too wild for me.

Throughout the party, I had a great time watching others dance to Amapiano and other popular songs. Although I didn't have the energy to join in, being part of the lively atmosphere was more than enough for me.

A few weeks ago, someone called me about a piece of land for sale. The deal sounded great, and when I asked where it was, I was surprised to hear it was near my village. The idea of owning land close to home seemed perfect, so I decided to check it out for myself.

About a week later, I met up with the agent to survey the land. He assured me that all the documents were ready and said once I paid, everything would be handed over, and I’d legally own the land. At the time, everything seemed legit. I didn’t question it too much and told him I’d get back to him in a week.

A few days later, I was out with my brother and casually mentioned my plan to buy the land. Curious, he asked for the location. When we went there together, he recognized the place immediately. He told me the land belonged to an elderly man who hadn’t said anything about selling it.

It was a shocking realization. I couldn’t believe someone would go so far to take advantage of my lack of knowledge. If my brother hadn’t stepped in, I might have lost my money on a piece of land that wasn’t even for sale.
That experience taught me a hard lesson: always double-check and never take things at face value, especially when it comes to property. Scammers are out there, and they’re ready to exploit anyone who doesn’t know better.

I had spent the whole day packing, something I hadn’t done for such a long trip in over six months. Finally, the day I’d been waiting for had come. As I sorted through my things, my friend arrived later in the morning. She brought pap along with her, and we quickly enjoyed it with fried potatoes and some rice we had lying around.

We spent the next hour catching up, talking about everything and nothing. Laughter filled the room until she eventually got tired and decided to head out. After she left, I stretched out on my bed, thinking about the trip. Before I knew it, my eyes grew heavy, and I drifted off to sleep.

When I woke up, the sunlight had already begun to fade, it was evening. I felt drained and knew I needed a little pick-me-up. I headed to the mall, hoping to grab something that would give me a burst of energy. I ended up buying a bottle of chocolate drink. It wasn’t exactly what I had in mind, but it did the trick and lifted my spirits.

With my energy back, I decided to take a slow stroll, enjoying the cool evening air. Nature felt like an old friend, comforting and familiar.
As night crept in, I made my way home, feeling both excited and nostalgic. It was time to say goodbye, for now. I promised myself that nature and I would meet again next year.

I am someone very conscious of the kind of soap that I use to take my bath. I’ve realized that some soaps, which I used while growing up, had a noticeable effect on my skin and even on my entire mood for the day. At around 18 years old, I decided to stick with a particular soap that has been good to me: Eva soap.

The other soaps I tried always led to either a skin reaction or inexplicable mood swings that I couldn't quite understand or explain scientifically. That's just the way it is for me. Soaps like Ivory soap, Imperial Leather soap, Premium soap, and Hawaii soap, despite their pleasant scents, cause irritation and rashes on my skin.

I went to my friend's place about a week ago, and while I was there, I noticed the super pack of soap that he had bought. The name of the soap was Premier Cool. I looked at it and admired its features. I examined the ingredients used in making it, and they all seemed simple, so I decided to take a piece of the bath soap and bring it home with me.

After I tried the soap and used it for my bath, I found that it was actually great! I really enjoyed the menthol or, should I say, mint scent that it left on my body. The sensation was out of this world. I used it on a sunny day, and after my bath, I felt cold and refreshed. It was just so awesome! However, I did worry about possible skin reactions.

After taking my bath, I went to bed. The next morning, I woke up and checked my body and fortunately there was no rashes.
Premier cool is cheaper and under this our current capsizing economy, cheaper things takes up first place.

Aftershocks I traveled from my hometown to school, I made a decision to avoid the local food around the area. I had heard stories about the negative repercussions of eating it, and my previous experiences told me it didn’t sit well with me. However, I noticed some of my colleagues, who also came from the outskirts of the community, enjoying their local meals and claiming how delicious they were. It was evident they were genuinely savoring every bite, but I remained hesitant, particularly about trying Okpa that was exceptionally popular in the region.

One fateful day, a neighbor cooked Okpa and brought some over for us to share. The aroma traveled through the air, making it impossible for me to resist. That day, I decided to finally give it a try. I took my first bite, and I must admit, it was incredible. The texture and flavor were unlike anything I had experienced before, and before I knew it, I found myself eating more than everyone else at the table.

But as the night wore on, I began to feel uneasy. I couldn’t shake the growing discomfort in my stomach. The satisfaction of trying something new quickly turned into anxiety and restlessness.

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.

Early this morning, one of my good friends who lives overseas called to let me know he was back in Nigeria and needed someone to fix his satellite. After hearing the details of the job, I assured him I knew someone who could handle it perfectly. Once we hung up, I quickly called another friend who’s an expert installer and told him someone would be contacting him soon for a job. He agreed, and I ended the call.

I then called my overseas friend back and gave him the installer’s contact details. He thanked me and said he would reach out right away. But not long after, he called me again to say the installer’s line wasn’t going through. Curious, I decided to try the number myself. To my surprise, it wasn’t connecting. I even borrowed other people’s phones to try, but the line still refused to go through. We kept trying from morning until evening, but nothing worked.

Unfortunately, my overseas friend couldn’t wait any longer, and the job had to be given to someone else. I was frustrated because everything had been planned out so smoothly, yet something beyond our control ruined it. I kept wondering what could have happened to the installer’s phone.

Finally, close to midnight, the installer called me back. He told me he had lost his phone in the morning. I felt so bad for him. I knew he was skilled and really needed the job, and I had done everything possible to help. But it seemed like bad luck had its own plans that day.