Mindviewers Stories

If you're an adult and still living with your parents, there are certain responsibilities you shouldn't allow them to take on.

This afternoon, as I was going about my way, I witnessed a disheartening scene.😔

An elderly woman from my street was struggling to trundle a wheelbarrow containing two jerricans of water.

This woman has two grown daughters living with her, and yet they allowed her to go outside to fetch water for them.

I felt pity for her and decided to assist her in pushing the wheelbarrow to her house.

When I was still in primary school, I always felt like I couldn't quite measure up to the rest of the students. I knew I wasn't as academically sharp as many of my classmates, and because of that, the teachers often seated me at the front of the class. It was their way of prodding me along, making sure I could keep up with the lessons. I was smart, but not as quick as the others.

But then something amazing happened that changed everything. Our school was gearing up for the inter-house sports event, and as we practiced, a remarkable discovery was made – I was the best at marching! It seemed like a small thing, but it was a moment that transformed everything. I was chosen to lead the procession, and as our class marched past in perfect unison, we went on to win the trophy. I had never felt so proud in my life.

From that day on, things were different. Suddenly, my name was on everyone's lips, and the other students looked at me with newfound respect. It was an experience that made me strive to be better. It became my motivation, my driving force to overcome my insecurities and doubts.

Students gathered around me during break time and this made me talk more than before. They asked me to learn how to match like I did and that was how I became a leader.
I started talking more in class, attempting questions, and becoming fast in writing.

At the end of the term, I took the 5th position, and I wouldn't trade the joy of my dad's fave when he checked my result scores. He had noticed changes in me during the term and also wanted to see if it would affect my academic performance, which he did.

He smiled at me and gave me a #50 note and then he told me that I could do better.
Onwards I was better, in all things concerning school, I was better.
Looking back now, I remember how I escaped a dumb cycle of my life.

After finishing secondary school, I worked as a sales girl for a while.
I remember that day as if it were yesterday because it was one of the most horrible days of my life.
Note that my boss was always in the shop except when he travels to Kano to buy goods which was usually toward the end of the month for about two days. Apart from those two days, he was in the shop 24/7. Whenever he travels like that, whatever goods I sold was paid directly to his account.

I was surprised when he called me on a monday to say he won't be in the shop because of an urgent matter and that whatever cash I accured at the end of the day should be given to his brother who also owned a shop next door.

I worked diligently that day, I made about 32k which I gave to his brother as directed, I locked up the shop at my usual closing time and went home.
On coming to the shop that fateful Tuesday, I found my boss was already there and was going through the log of what I sold the previous day.
I greeted him and set about cleaning the shop. When I finished, he called me over and the following conversation ensued:

Him:How much did you sell yesterday

Me:Thirty two thousand sir

Him:But I'm seeing a total of thirty five thousand here

Me:I don't understand

Him:I summed up all the items you sold yesterday and it is thirty five thousand, yet you submitted only thirty two, where is the remaining three?

I was shocked and thought that he might have calculated wrong. I asked him to check again and we checked together and arrived at thirty five thousand. He asked me if I borrowed anybody his money or sold anything on credit, both of which I did not do.
My boss called his brother and this grown ass men started blasting me, they insulted the living daylight out of me and called me all sorts of names, told me to bring my parents the next day so they could see that their daughter was a thief.
Throughout that day, I was not myself, I kept wondering what could have happened to the money. My boss didn't let me out of his sight, even to go and ease himself, he'd call his brother to come and stay with me in the shop.

Towards evening, a woman came, she collected daily contributions from people who signed up with her and I suddenly remembered that I gave her three thousand as my bosses contribution for the previous day. I could not believe how it escaped my mind, probably because my boss always gave her the money himself.
Mystery solved, neither my boss nor his brother apologized for all the name calling. I closed from work that day, went home and never went back.

I used to be absolutely petrified of cockroaches. The mere sight of them would send shivers down my spine, and I'd do everything in my power to avoid them. So, you can imagine my horror when, during a day of packing and organizing, a cockroach suddenly darted out and started scampering up the wall. Without a second thought, I sprang back from the door, letting out an involuntary yelp of surprise. It must have been a comical sight to anyone observing.

I cautiously waited, my eyes fixed on the cockroach as it effortlessly scaled the wall and attempted to sneak beneath the packed shelves. I simply couldn't bear the idea of a cockroach inhabiting the same space as my beloved books. With a sense of determination mixed with disgust, I grabbed my trusty can of insecticide.

Summoning up all my courage, I took aim and targeted the intruder. The spray hissed out, and the vile pest tumbled down. But determined and resilient, it rose again, undeterred by my attack. Disgusted, I unleashed another volley of insecticide, relentless until the roach finally succumbed and remained motionless.

In that moment, I felt a strange mix of triumph and revulsion, while also being incredibly relieved. The battle was won, and I could pack my books in peace, secure in the knowledge that no uninvited guests would be sharing their space. From that day forward, I always made sure to have that bug spray ready at all times!

I stood excitedly at the start line for the annual cross village marathon with my three running buddies Chidi, Naza, and vicky.

With our belts fastened, we took a deep breath, getting ready for the challenge. For the first few miles, we ran with lack of enthusiasm and determination.

As we made our way through tree shades, the sweet smell of ripe guava filled the air, making us want to stop and take a break from the race. We took a sharp left, laughing and straying off the path.

Picked some juicy guavas off the trees and savored the sweetness of their freshness. This was one of the best parts of our marathon journey.

By the time we made it to the halfway point, we were feeling the exhaustion but Vicky’s support kept us going. We were determined to finish strong and with me in the lead, we urged each other on and made it to the finish line together, hand in hand.

Till now my body hurts from the race but I will be fine soon as long as I have my friends.

I had always dreamed of taking a leisurely bus trip to the zoo as a break from the rush and activity of daily life. As I boarded the bus, I got a feeling of eagerness. The talk of other passengers and the healing hum of the engine set the tone for the journey ahead. With a window seat secured, I observed as the cityscape gradually gave way to tropical vegetation, in advance of the bright world that awaited me at the zoo.

My heart leapt with anticipation as I arrived to the zoo. When I got off the bus, I was welcomed with the aromas of freshly cooked popcorn and the sounds of children laughing. Prepared with a guide, I set off on my travel through the animal kingdom. From majestic lions to lively monkeys swinging from branch to limb, all of them provided a look into nature's beauties.

Along the way, I struck up talks with other guests, telling stories and admiring the beauty of the creatures surrounding us.

Time seemed to slip away as I immersed myself in the wonders of the zoo. Before I knew it, the sun was gradually setting.
I made my way back to the bus, carrying with me memories that would last a lifetime.

The madman on sallah day
So, just yesterday I got off from bed filled with joy and happiness all because it was sallah and I was to rest and not attend lectures or even bother about anything.

So I quickly got up prepared like I had a whole year to rest, after which I ate and slept off. After a while, my friends visited and after some fun filled moments playing ps4 they had to go and I escorted them.

On our way, we saw how kids who normally look dirty and not well catered for where properly dressed for the sallah celebration. Just immediately my eyes caught a madman with a stick chasing the children because they were making fun of him, you know how children play with madman, they like being chased by them. So with his big stick he will chase them and stop until he saw a cow that was tied nearby, so he went straight to the cow and he was talking, what he was saying didn't even make any sense to me and then he seemed like he was getting angry and then he used the big stick to hit the cow and immediately the cow reacted and the road with which it was tied snapped and it was about to use his horn on the madman and I thought the madman would use the stick on it but to my greatest surprised the madman run away, I was surprised oh, so mad people can be scared to die too, no wonder it rare for you to see them being hit when crossing the road

In the garden of our hearts, love once bloomed,
Like a rose in full bloom, its beauty consumed.
But as time passed, the petals fell,
Silent whispers of a fading spell.

Promises made in the moonlit night,
Now shattered in the harsh daylight.
Words left unspoken, feelings unsaid,
A love once vibrant, now filled with dread.

Like a river once flowing, now runs dry,
Tears fall like rain from a darkened sky.
The laughter we shared, now echoes in pain,
A love once strong, now strained.

Yet in the depths of this failing love,
There lies a glimmer of hope above.
For in the embers of what once burned bright,
New beginnings emerge in the dimming light.

So let us embrace the lessons learned,
From the love that once brightly yearned.
For in the ashes of what has passed,
New love can bloom, strong and steadfast.

Smart skills
I could remember learning repairs, it was like a big war between my brain, imaginations, and my thoughts. Sometimes I can sense the right approach but then how do I put it to work is a problem.

But not until I ask my boss sir please how are you able to trace those faults, are you sure they're no magic or even rituals behind your excellency and accuracy. Because to me it's almost impossible to understand the working principle of all of this circuit.

It will interest you to know that in a TV circuit board there is about 1000 resistors 500 capacitor 300 diodes and lot more the damage of just one resistor will cause the full circuit not to function effectively. How do I encapsulate this whole stuff into my memory was a challenge.

And then he said, take one day at a time and feel yourself in what you are doing, correct your failures and celebrate your wins.

wow those words entered deep inside me and as days turns into weeks weeks into months and as months ran into years those words begins to found expression.

The story became more interesting when I understand that you don't necessarily need to know everything in the circuit but if that is your interest maybe you can consider electric engineering as a discipline in the university.

But so long you are here all you need is NAVIGATION ( The mind that tells you! If this is this then this should be that and if this is happening then that should not be happening) pardon my choose of words. 😁😁😁

I complain vehemently about having to tackle anatomy courses. The thought of delving into the ethmoid bone, the cranial fissure, and the intricacies of the cranial nerves fills me with dread. These are the kinds of complexities that the professors take years to master, yet I am expected to cram and regurgitate them all within a single day. The pressure is suffocating.

What could I do when the test is in no distant time?
Been scaling the text unsure if I am understanding or not. But shaa, I be smart girl normally.

Of all the cranial nerves, the trigeminal nerve stands out as the pinnacle of complexity, encompassing not just itself, but three additional nerves within its intricate web. The overwhelming nature of the material feels insurmountable, and I feel a sense of resignation settling over me. How can I possibly absorb all this information in such a short time and then regurgitate it in an exam?

The weight of the challenge is relentless, and I struggle to find a single space to breath.
As I round up this story, I'll get on with my reading.
I doubt if there's sleep for me tonight.

(Scene opens with Mama Nkechi and Baba Chukwu sitting on wooden stools, sipping palm wine.)
Mama Nkechi: (sighs) Baba, have you thought about what we will do about Chinedu's education?
Baba Chukwu: (strokes his chin) Yes, it weighs heavily on my mind. Obi thrives at the university, but Chinedu seems uncertain.
(Enter Obi, bustling with energy.)
Obi: Mama, Baba! Have you decided to send Chinedu to the university?
Baba Chukwu: (nods) We are considering it, but we must ensure he is ready.
(Enter Ngozi, carrying books.)
Ngozi: Education is vital for Chinedu's future. He deserves the same opportunities as Obi and me.
Mama Nkechi: (nods) Yes, but we must tread carefully. Education is not just about books; it is about character.(Chinedu enters timidly.)
Chinedu: Mama, Baba, I want to learn, but I fear I am not as smart as Obi and Ngozi.
Mama Nkechi: (places a comforting hand on Chinedu's shoulder) You have your own strengths, my son. We will find the path that suits you best.(Enter Aunty Chioma, observing the scene.)
Aunty Chioma: (smiling) Perhaps it is time we seek guidance from the ancestors. They will show us the way.(Scene ends with the family gathered in a circle, offering prayers and seeking guidance.)

Act 2:(Scene opens with the family gathered around a fire, deep in conversation.)
Obi: Chinedu, you have the potential to excel. Do not doubt yourself.
Chinedu: (nods) I will do my best, for the sake of our family.
Ngozi: (offers support) We will help you every step of the way, Chinedu. You are not alone.
Baba Chukwu: (proudly) Our family is strong when we support each other. Chinedu, you carry our hopes for the future.
Mama Nkechi: (smiles) Let us embrace the journey ahead with courage and determination. Our ancestors guide us, and we walk the path together.
Aunty Chioma: (raises her cup) To Chinedu, may his journey be blessed with wisdom and success.(The family raises their cups in unison, symbolizing unity and support.)(Scene fades to black as they continue their discussions, united in their determination to support Chinedu's education.)(End of play.)

My psychology professor lectured to a packed auditorium of students while moving around on a stage and explaining stress management concepts. Everyone assumed they would be asked the standard "glass half empty or glass half full" question as she raised a glass of water. Rather, the professor asked, "How heavy is this glass of water I'm holding?" while grinning.

Students shouted out answers ranging from eight ounces to a couple pounds.

In response, she said, "I don't think it matters how heavy this glass is in its entirety. Everything hinges on how long I hold it. It's fairly light if I hold it for a minute or two. Its weight can give me a slight arm soreness if I hold it for an entire hour. My arm will probably cramp up and feel totally numb and paralysed if I hold it for a day straight, which will force me to let go of the glass. The glass's weight remains constant in each instance, yet it seems heavier to me the longer I hold it.

She went on, "Your stresses and worries in life are very much like this glass of water," to which the students shook their heads in agreement. Nothing happens when you consider them for a time. You start to feel a little achy as you continue to think about them. If you think about them all day, you'll become utterly numb and immobile, unable to move until you let them go.

It was one of those dusks when Heloise would stand on the castle wall and watch the sunset, perhaps, he got unnatural peace from basking there. There was a growing urge to explore the massive forest that lay silent but inwards, he was tired from fighting all his life, he let out a loud sigh. "Are you okay, Commander Heloise?" his aide, Ghal asked, "Y-y-yes, alright," he stuttered in response.

Over years of fighting, Heloise and Ghal, had formed a strong bond that sparked envy between soldiers — it was supposed to be a military relationship not friendship. Heloise knew how much he had been saved by his dear aide and wouldn't replace him with another person. Several times, he opposed suggestions for a replacement, insisting that Ghal is an intelligent youth who understands he acts.

"Commander Heloise, King Darius summons you" an informant shook him out of his thoughts, "This better be good, I'm done fighting until new moon" Heloise murmured getting up from the bench. Ghal followed him until they reached the throne room and Heloise gestured for him to wait outside while he speaks privately with the King.

"Long live the King!" the Commander hailed, bowing in reverence, "Rise! My esteemed commander," the King admonished.
"How's your family?" The King asked, chewing on a walnut. "Everything is working perfectly, your Majesty," Heloise replied with a grin, wondering why the King asked.
"You see, most kings don't know about the lives of their loyal servants. Heloise, you've dedicated your entire lifetime fighting for the kingdom and I ought to know your well-being, right?" he paused to stare at the Commander who responded with an approving nod.
"I summoned you to break the news of my daughter's approaching wedding in two months" the King disclosed, "W-well, good news, good news!" Heloise exclaimed.
"Go now, spread the word to King Sun and King Arnel. Instruct your servants to carry the news across the kingdom. You may depart now," the King dismissed him.
"Surely, consider it done, your Majesty," Heloise responded and exited the throne room, not sure if he was dreaming. 'No battling today?' his thoughts roamed wild.

...to be continued

back in primary school, I had an intense passion for action movies. I was captivated by the heroic feats of actors like Jack Chan, Jet Li, and James Bond, and I yearned to emulate their daring exploits. To me, action films were not just a form of entertainment but a depiction of real-life heroics, even at my tender age.

One day, fueled by my fervor for these movies, I took it upon myself to bring the action to life. I ventured into the woods and fashioned a makeshift sword from a sturdy branch, envisioning myself as a fearless warrior. With my sword in hand, I stealthily made my way into a neighboring farm, where I proceeded to engage in my own version of sword mastery, slashing and swishing through the air.

However, my exhilarating adventure came to an abrupt end when the owner of the farm discovered the devastation I had wrought upon the crops. Understandably, the neighbor was not pleased with my actions, and I was promptly confronted with the consequences of my reckless imitation of action movie stunts.

After some several strokes from my dad, I learnt my lessons. But one this was unforgettable. That moment in the farm was refreshing, filled with authority and power, nothing dared stood against me, any crop that did, I cut them down.

Didnt try approching any farmland from then, I only practices my sword skills with the air and waited for the day villains will show up.

Chukwudi, a determined college student with dreams as vast as the city skyline, found himself on the brink of completing his final exams. With excitement coursing through his veins, he eagerly anticipated the journey back home to his small town nestled in the rolling hills.

However, fate had a different plan in store for Chukwudi. Just when he could almost taste the freedom of finishing his exams, a sudden announcement echoed through the corridors of the university: the exams were postponed by a week, sending shockwaves of disappointment through Chukwudi's carefully laid plans.

Despite the setback, Chukwudi refused to let despair consume him. With his finances already stretched thin, he resolved not to burden his parents with his troubles, determined to navigate this storm on his own.

As the days dragged on, Chukwudi faced a series of challenges. His gas tank emptied, leaving him stranded in the city streets. With an empty pantry and a growling stomach, he relied on sheer willpower to fuel his determination.

Yet, with each passing obstacle, Chukwudi's resolve only grew stronger. He poured himself into his studies, channeling his frustration into a relentless pursuit of knowledge.

Once upon a time, in a small village nestled between rolling hills and lush forests, there lived a humble child named Elara. Elara was known throughout the village for her gentle nature and kind heart. Despite living in modest circumstances, she was always quick to share whatever she had with those in need.

Elara's days were spent wandering through the fields, collecting wildflowers and listening to the birds sing. She would often sit by the village pond, watching the water ripple and dreaming of faraway lands. Despite her simple surroundings, her imagination knew no bounds.

One day, while exploring the forest, Elara stumbled upon a wounded bird. Without hesitation, she tenderly scooped up the creature and nursed it back to health with care and patience. From that day on, the bird became her faithful companion, soaring through the skies beside her on her adventures.

As Elara grew older, her acts of kindness and compassion touched the hearts of everyone in the village. She helped the elderly tend to their gardens, played games with the village children, and even offered a comforting shoulder to those who were troubled.

One evening, a great storm swept through the village, leaving devastation in its wake. Homes were destroyed, crops were ruined, and many families were left homeless. But amidst the chaos, Elara emerged as a beacon of hope. With unwavering determination, she rallied the villagers together, organizing food and shelter for those in need.

Through her selfless actions, Elara taught the villagers the true meaning of community and resilience. And as the village rebuilt itself stronger than before, Elara's spirit of humility and compassion continued to shine bright, inspiring all who knew her.

In the end, it wasn't riches or fame that made Elara special, but rather her ability to see the beauty and goodness in the world, and to share that with others. And so, the humble child who once wandered the fields dreaming of adventure became a legend in her own right, leaving behind a legacy of love and kindness that would be remembered for generations to come.

I was determined to conquer the day's chores with a dedicated approach. I rolled out of bed, feeling eager to get a head start on my laundry and house cleaning. With a fresh cup of tea in hand, I set about gathering and sorting the pile of dirty laundry. The sun was just beginning to peek over the horizon, and I welcomed the early hour as an opportunity to make the most of my day.

I loaded up the washing basket, carefully adding detergent and setting to work
I swiftly moved through the rooms, picking up clutter, organizing stray items, and dusting surfaces. As the morning turned into afternoon, I was pleased with my progress. However, as the day progressed, I realized that time was slipping away from me.

After a moment of disbelief, I glanced outside and noticed the sun was already on its descent, casting a warm, golden glow throughout the house. I had underestimated the amount of time it would take to complete each chore, and it had quickly slipped into evening by the time I finished washing the plates, mopping the floors, and tidying up every corner of my home.

Despite the unexpected turn of events, I couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment. My home was now tidy, my laundry was clean, and a wave of relief washed over me. I may have started early with the intention of finishing early, but the satisfaction of completing everything I had set out to do was worth the extra time and effort.

I was still a little girl when I first experienced the fear and wonder of an eclipse. It was an ordinary day at primary school, and we had all heard about eclipses, but none of us really knew what it looked like. We were playing during our break time when suddenly, darkness fell over the daytime. Panic spread and we all ran for cover, not knowing what was happening. Fear gripped each child's heart, and we were all rooted to the spot, thinking the end of the world was upon us.

We stayed huddled in the shelter, not daring to speak, until suddenly we heard familiar voices calling our names. It was our mothers and siblings, reassuring us that it was just an eclipse, not the rapture. Relief flooded through us, and slowly we ventured out to witness the incredible sight.

Peeking through the windows, we gazed in awe at the sun being covered, and it was as spectacular as it was terrifying. From that day on, we all knew what an eclipse was, and it became a cherished memory of learning and experiencing something new. The fear transformed into curiosity, and we all felt a little bit wiser for having witnessed such a rare and beautiful event.

I waited hopefully throughout yesterday for Kaduna Electric to give us light, all to no avail. My phone was down, my powerbank was down, infact, my whole life was down. James, the guy who charges commercially in my area was not around.

I normally find it difficult to take my devices to charge in other people's house but when my neighbour put on their generator around 8pm, I quickly packed my things to their house to charge.

About 20 minutes later, NEPA brought light and I packed my stuff, thanked them and ran home. I plugged everything in, put on the TV and turned on the fan to enjoy myself. My brothers and sisters, before I could sit down, I was surrounded by darkness, NEPA don take light😢😢

I felt like crying, my phone had 15% only and there was no way I could go back to my neighbour's house. I hopped they would bring it again over the night but they didn't.
Now I have 13%, no sign of light, James is still not around and I'm in severe pains.
Why me?

Early this morning, jade knocked on my door. As soon as I opened it, he exclaimed, lekan I have a sure idea for us!!

Are you sure?" I inquired.

Yes, bro," He confirmed.

Let's hear it," I urged

Do you know what's trending now? All those contents creators doing pranks are making money," He explained.

What's that got to do with us?" I asked.

Let's start our own prank and post it online," He suggested enthusiastically.

"Sounds like a plan to make it big," I agreed.

Yes bro, we'll soon be richer than wizkid," He declared.

What should we call ourselves?" I asked.

Jaguar the pranksters" He said to me.

What about the camera I asked," we'll use my phone, he replied.

How do we start? I inquired.

You'll go to the bus stop, slap a thug, then run away, and we'll record it as a prank," He outlined.

And that's how I agreed to it.

I went to the bus stop, with jide recording. But instead of following through, I took off running from a safe distance.

Wicked friends.

I'd rather stick to my story writing.

Just the thought of slapping a thug, even my ancestors would be against it.

What if they broke a bottle on top my head? What would I tell God?

How would I enjoy this upcoming salaah(ileya)?

Prank my foot...

I used to love cooking tomato stew, but for some reason, it had been ages since I last made it. Perhaps I just got caught up with the hustle and bustle of being a student and somehow lost track of my favorite recipe. It wasn't that I hated it, I just couldn't find the time to prepare it. However, today was different. I had an early morning start and decided it was the perfect opportunity to finally indulge in the savory delight I had been craving.

I ventured to the market and carefully selected the freshest tomatoes, onions, bell peppers, and all the necessary spices to conjure up the perfect stew. I was ready to embrace the aromas and flavors that I had missed for so long. As I returned from the market, all eager to commence my cooking adventure, I was halted by an unexpected hurdle. I realized that I had run out of gas, and it was a pressing issue that needed to be addressed before I could bring my culinary dreams to life.

With a sense of inconvenience looming over me, I hurried to sort out the gas situation. As luck would have it, I was further delayed by an unexpected exam at school. The exam began late, and we were left waiting for what seemed like an eternity before we even started. Frustrated but determined, once the exam had concluded, I dashed home with renewed purpose.

Eagerly, I busied myself in the kitchen, chopping the vegetables and seasoning the pot with care. Once I had replenished my gas cylinder and ensured everything was in order, I finally started cooking. As the rich aroma of the stew filled my apartment, I savored the anticipation of what was to come.