Mindviewers Stories

Once upon a time, in a small village, there lived a kind-hearted farmer named Jack. He was known for his generosity and compassion towards others.

One day, while Jack was working in his fields, he saw an elderly woman struggling to carry her heavy groceries. Without hesitation, Jack rushed to her aid and carried her groceries all the way to her home.

The elderly woman was incredibly grateful and asked Jack how she could repay him. Jack simply smiled and said, "Just pay it forward, ma'am. Do something kind for someone else, and that will be reward enough."

Years went by, and Jack continued to spread kindness throughout the village. He helped those in need, listened to those who needed someone to talk to, and even donated to local charities.

One day, disaster struck when a severe storm destroyed Jack's farm, leaving him with nothing. But the villagers, who had been touched by Jack's kindness over the years, rallied around him.

They worked together to rebuild Jack's farm, and soon he was back on his feet. The elderly woman he had helped years ago was among those who came to his aid, saying, "You showed me kindness when I needed it most, and now it's my turn to repay you."

Jack's story spread throughout the land, teaching everyone that being good and kind can have a profound impact on those around us. By choosing to be good, we not only make the world a better place, but we also create a ripple effect of kindness that can come back to us when we need it most.

The moral of the story is: it's good to be good. By being kind, compassionate, and generous, we can create a more harmonious and supportive community, and ultimately, a better world for everyone.

I had a problem finding the right screen guard for my phone. The first two times I bought one, the sellers assured me it was the right size, but it turned out to be wrong. So, for the third time, I decided to be very clear. I told the guy selling it, "Bro, if you don’t have my size, just tell me now so I can walk away. Nobody will lose." But he insisted he had the right one, so I gave him a chance.

He started searching through his stock, taking his time. I stood there for almost five minutes while he looked. Finally, he found one and placed it on my phone, but guess what? It wasn’t the right size. He had to throw it away because once it’s peeled and placed, it’s useless. He tried another one, same problem. Before I knew it, he had wasted five screen guards, all because he didn’t want to admit he didn’t have the right size from the start.

At this point, I couldn’t believe the foolishness. Why stress yourself and waste products just to hold on to a customer? If he had simply let me walk away, he wouldn’t have lost anything. But now, he had wasted five screen guards and was looking at me, expecting me to pay for all of them.

When he asked me to pay the full amount, I laughed. I told him he didn’t deserve a dime from me. But out of pity, I sent him a small amount and left. I didn’t even bother arguing further, I just took my old screen guard and walked away.

I was talking to my friend Jennifer, and during our conversation, we moved on to another topic where she mentioned ice blocks falling in a particular state. I think she said it was Benin City, but I can't remember the exact state she mentioned.

Ice was falling in this area, and people were picking it up. They were using it to soak garri and all sorts of things. Some of those who picked up these ice blocks filmed themselves drinking garri with it or using it in juices and other drinks. They posted these videos online on TikTok and Facebook, receiving multiple likes and praises from people.

These acts were very concerning to me. Did they not know the toxins that could be in this ice? Did they not realize that the ozone layer is not safe and that these ice blocks come from the dry atmosphere? It's not even normal for ice to be formed in Nigeria.

How many problems are there to be solved in Nigeria?
While they solve the problem of politics, education and money mismanagement, some citizens are busy creating health risks for themselves and the society at large.

I had originally planned to go home after school. My intention was to leave the state I was in and return to my hometown after completing my university education. However, my friends are choosing to stay, and I’m beginning to see the value in remaining close to them.

During my time here, living near the university, I have had the opportunity to attend three amazing festivals. These events have been not only recreational but also educational and creatively stimulating. I can see incredible potential in all these festivities, and I'm starting to recognize that by paying my remaining rent for this year, I can fully immerse myself in the wealth of talent, networking opportunities, and experiences that these events offer.

If I were to return to my hometown now, I fear I would miss out on significant growth in the tech field. Staying here allows me to cultivate my interests and pursue my aspirations rather than simply settling for a job. I want to make the most of this unique environment, where I can connect with like-minded individuals and explore countless possibilities for the future.

Last night, I decided to step out for a late meal at an eatery. On my way there, I noticed a woman struggling with her child outside a nearby bar. The little boy sat on the floor, refusing to move, while his mother tried to lift him up. From what I could tell, the father had told her to take the child home while he stayed back to drink. But she was not having it. She stood her ground, refusing to carry the child away like it was a simple errand.

The man, still seated in the bar, kept shouting at her from a distance, his voice getting louder with each word. It was clear he was getting angrier by the second. The mother ignored him at first, but he did not stop. He stood up, walked towards her, and continued yelling in her face. The child sat in the middle of it all, confused and scared, while passersby slowed down to watch.

Before long, the man completely lost his temper. His voice turned into a roar, and he raised his hand as if he wanted to hit her right there in the street. That was when some concerned people stepped in. A few men rushed forward to hold him back while others tried to talk sense into him. The woman, still firm in her decision, did not even flinch. The whole scene was embarrassing, and it made me wonder how often things like this happen behind closed doors.

It is one thing to witness a public argument, but what about the times when no one is there to intervene? What happens when there is no one to stop the man from doing something worse? Seeing that situation unfold made me think about the many homes where domestic abuse is a daily reality. Some women suffer in silence, and some children grow up thinking this kind of behavior is normal.

The weather has been so hot lately, and I am sure everyone can feel it. The heat has been unbearable, making it difficult to sleep at night. Just when I was struggling to cope, a friend who was moving out gave me an old fan she thought was broken. At that moment, I felt like God had sent me a special gift. Even though it wasn’t working, I was hopeful that something could be done.

I took the fan to an electrician, and luckily, he was able to fix it at a cheap rate. The moment I switched it on and felt the cool breeze, I knew my nights were about to get better. Since then, my sleep has improved so much. Before, I used to toss and turn all night, sweating and feeling frustrated. But now, with the fan working, I can finally rest peacefully, at least when there is power.

Of course, NEPA is still wicked, and they rarely give us light when we need it the most. But even the little time they do, I make sure to enjoy it. The relief that fan gives me is something I don’t take for granted. At least, I am no longer feeling like I am inside a boiling pot of soup every night.

Blessings come in unexpected ways. What my friend saw as a useless fan became my saving grace. Now, I sleep better, and whenever the fan is on, I just smile, knowing how much difference a small thing can make.

You will not believe what happened today as I sat in my father's sitting room, peacefully. I was looking out when I saw a young boy playing with the bannisters. We lived on the 4th floor, and there he was, playing right by the edge. My eyes had captured it first, and I paid more attention to him. I was growing weary and wanted to shout at him to stop.

I was tense about him playing so close to the bannister, which was risky because he could fall from the 4th floor and hit the ground below. I was praying in my mind for the boy not to fall and wanted to save him, even though I couldn't.

Then, in a flash, the boy's hand slipped, and he fell. He fell from the 4th floor.

It felt like the whole scene was paused, or rather slowed down in my eyes, as I watched the boy fall slowly. It seemed to take minutes before he finally reached the ground. At that moment, I lost interest in the movie. I couldn't understand why they would depict a boy falling from the fourth floor. It was a terrible choice, and I quickly switched to another movie. I couldn't sit through something so boring that started with such a bad scene.

Just yesterday, or perhaps I should say a few days ago, I found myself reminiscing about certain life hacks that could aid personal growth—insights that I believe could benefit anyone who encounters them. These reflections carry serious value, and I feel compelled to share them with others, despite their significance.

Growing up, I was exposed to a variety of life experiences, and I often faced challenges that I needed to overcome. I relied on my curiosity and a persistent desire to seek solutions to navigate through my problems. This isn’t meant to come across as bragging; rather, it’s a testament to my journey.

Over the past few years, I’ve begun to uncover some secrets surrounding wealth and success. While there is no guaranteed path to achieving these goals, I’ve found that there are indeed credible avenues one can pursue.

First and foremost, it’s crucial to seek out a business or income stream that has been proven to work for others. This foundational step is essential. Another important point to consider is that, to accumulate wealth, you often need to have some money to begin with. It’s a known fact that moving from "grass to grass," or starting with little and expecting significant returns, typically has a low probability of success.

This is why, in the realm of investments, high investments often come with low risks, while low investments can carry high risks for potentially minimal outcomes. When you invest a small amount expecting to double it, the returns may not be substantial. Conversely, when you make a larger investment and successfully double that amount, the rewards can be considerable.

For anyone starting out and aspiring to become influential or responsible in the future, the first lesson is to learn how to save. If you don’t come from a stable family with a strong income foundation, it’s essential to start saving as early as possible. Save for a purpose—having a goal will motivate you to prioritize your finances.

However, when it comes to where to put your savings, I advise caution with agriculture. While it may seem like a practical option for generating income, the reality is that it carries a high risk of losing your investment. I once believed agriculture would be a reliable way to yield profits over time, thinking anyone could learn the ropes quickly. However, I’ve come to realize that significant losses can occur in farming or livestock keeping.

While agriculture can indeed be profitable, its success is often tied to unpredictable factors, making it a gamble rather than a guaranteed path to wealth. Therefore, I’m not advocating against agriculture altogether, but rather urging caution and a thoughtful approach to investing in this field.

Here’s an important insight: consider learning about direct importation or getting involved in larger businesses. Seek opportunities to work under someone experienced in a lucrative field. Gaining practical knowledge in areas like importing motorcycle or car spare parts can lead to substantial profits, though it requires patience and dedication.

Once you’ve acquired the necessary skills and knowledge, you might consider seeking a bank loan. Keep in mind that most banks offer repayment terms of at least two years, which can give you ample time to establish your business and generate income.

By leveraging your learning and the loan effectively, you can work hard to ensure a return on your investment. With diligence and commitment, you’ll not only increase your earnings but also be in a better position to repay the loan and propel your business forward.

Taking a loan from the bank is not inherently a bad thing; in fact, many wealthy individuals use loans strategically. This mindset often separates the rich from the poor, as fear of debt can hold them back from opportunities. When managed wisely, taking a loan can serve as a shortcut to success.

Before diving into borrowing, I strongly recommend acquiring a valuable skill by working for someone experienced in a profitable business. This experience will equip you with the knowledge to operate successfully when it's your turn. By understanding the ins and outs of the business, you can ensure that you're using borrowed funds wisely and minimizing the risk of losing that investment.

With careful planning and execution, you should be able to generate returns within two years, which can help you meet your loan repayment obligations. Learning to navigate the loan process is essential; it’s achievable for anyone willing to take the steps necessary to ensure success. Embrace the potential of loans, and treat them as a tool for growth rather than a burden.

If you're struggling to save money or haven't found a reliable source for saving, consider starting a small side hustle or handwork. This can help you accumulate funds that you can later invest. While investing in stocks can be profitable, it’s important to remember that it comes with risks, and I advise caution in that area. Holding stocks through reputable online platforms can indeed yield significant returns, but it's essential to do thorough research before diving in.

In addition, exploring online money-making opportunities can be very beneficial. Building a community around your interests or skills is crucial, as this network can support you in any business ventures you choose to pursue in the future. A strong community can provide valuable resources, feedback, and potential customers, which will be instrumental as you grow your business or explore new opportunities.

One avenue worth exploring is dropshipping. Despite some misconceptions, dropshipping can be a highly effective business model. Many people overlook those selling products online or through platforms like WhatsApp, viewing them as insignificant. However, those individuals often generate substantial income through these channels.

As a community manager, you have the unique advantage of leveraging your network for various ventures. Your community can serve as a platform for not just dropshipping, but also for activities like crypto trading, management, tutorials, and advertising. If you’re strategic and savvy in managing your community, you can create multiple revenue streams from it.

Instead of underestimating these opportunities, consider how you can use your skills as a community manager to tap into these lucrative markets. Embrace the potential of online business, and you might find yourself earning more than you ever imagined.

I didn’t realize I was good at making braids until I started on my neighbor’s hair. The braid turned out very neat, except for the fact that I was under pressure because my neighbor had brought along a friend who was also braiding hair. We were competing to see who could make the best braid. They hyped up my braid and encouraged me, saying it looked neater than my friend’s. While I knew they were just trying to motivate me to keep going, I appreciated their support. Despite my reservations, I continued braiding, excited to try something new. I enjoyed the experience, especially since I had never attempted to braid hair before. Typically, guys don't braid hair or style women’s hair, but here I was, having a great time. My neighbor's friend was faster at braiding, but it lacked the same attention to detail.
We started off in the morning, around 11 a.m. That was when I joined in. They had already begun earlier, but who cares about the time? Before noon, we were already done. She was very happy with the braid; she loved it and the pattern I created. Once again, they encouraged me. After I had gone back to my room, there was a knock at the door. It was her, bringing in some drinks for me. That alone showed how excited she was, and it was clear that I had done a great job.

Her friend had also guided me through the process, and although my braid was neater, it was also because I was slower. That was the best explanation—I was taking my time while she braided about three times faster than I did.

We often played snooker at the recreational center near the school. On this particular day, three of my friends and I were there, enjoying ourselves after a long and challenging day of lectures. We decided to cool off in that ambient environment, surrounded by trees and beautiful scenery.

While we were there, another group of students joined us. Before we knew it, they struck up a conversation, and soon we found ourselves placing a bet between our two teams—my group of friends and the newcomers. However, it didn’t turn out to be a good decision.

They perceived us as uneducated or not very knowledgeable about the game of snooker, but what they didn’t realize was that we spent most of our time there after lectures, practicing for months.

When the contest began, we took it easy on them. They assumed that was our best, but we had more tricks up our sleeves. As the game heated up, we started to showcase our skills. In the end, we decisively beat them and claimed the prize.

However, when I noticed their expressions as they counted the cash, I could see how disappointed they were about losing their money. In that moment, we decided to return the cash to them, and just like that, everyone was happy once again.

There is this coursemate that I have, that rarely comes to classes, he just doesn't feel like. I can't say he is my friend, cos he is not, he is just someone I like to playfully molest and harass for missing classes, done intentionally to get the guy serious about attending classes. In a course that the lecturer is almost rounding out, the guy doesn't have even a page of note on the course, doesn't even have an idea of what is going on in the department as a whole.

I don't know why I feel bothered about the guy's lifestyle, he lives alone, and not far from school, I guess he has some unserious fellows as neighbors, distracting him. I tried to let this guy know that this kind of life will amount to nothing, as we have a hefty examination waiting ahead. The guy will always snap my notes whenever he struggles to come to school, but he never copies them. This is actually someone I'm older than, I actually feel very bad for him, it's not gonna end well.

We wrote a test last week, the lecturer separated the unserious students that hasn't been coming to classes, and kept them far away to write on their own, you guessed right, the guy was among the unserious ones, kept aside to write separately. I find it funny that the guy wanted to sit close to me, so that he will copy from me, but the lecturer ruined his plans. The guy kept calling unto me from the distance, but there is no way I was gonna help him out in such a situation, I didn't want to risk being kicked out of the test.

Another lecturer that is taking us on another course, came in there and took a picture of the list of the unserious students using his phone. This got the guy extremely terrified, somehow I'm sure he knows that he is the one that brought the chaos on himself. He failed the test, and currently doesn't still have confident that he has what it takes, to tackle even half of the forthcoming examination questions, and now a lecturer has noted him for being unserious.

Some days back, I trekked to the market with my neighbor, a young guy to buy some food items. He wanted to cook too, and we just happened to see ourselves heading in the same direction and decided to tag along. The market isn't so far from the house, a walkable distance, so it wasn't much of a deal to walk down there. We got to the market, bought some stuff and headed back home, using the same route we took to the market.

But this time, we met SARS checkpoint on the road, immediately the guy sighted them, he quickly turned around, and told me that he wants us to take another route home. I asked him why he's afraid of going through the SARS checkpoint, and he said that it's because of his iPhone 13 pro max, that they will want to go through his phone and he doesn't want that. The guy already admitted that if his phone should be checked, he will be found guilty of something.

I agreed, we turned back and took another route that required us to board a Keke. The guy always avoids them, because he knows he will be in trouble if caught, someone that is a student without any side job, but yet using iPhone 13 pro max is enough to invite suspicion on how it was possible to purchase the phone. I couldn't imagine myself not being comfortable to walk freely where ever I wanted, that's embarrassing somehow.

Today the guy bought an Android phone, according to him, he won't be going out with the iPhone anymore, that he will be going out only with the android, so that he can get past SARS smoothly. Meaning that he will have to be changing sim cards in phones everyday of his life, I pray he doesn't damage the sim card slot. You'll never understand the kind of stress and suffering the bad guys are going through to remain uncaught, but the good ones have nothing to be afraid of.

We started preparing for the church program around 5 p.m. Everything we did, we did very quickly. The cooking that my eldest sister and my mother undertook was done at an astonishing speed. I didn’t know they could cook that fast in the first place! It had been weeks since we began making plans to attend this program. A foreign minister was coming down to Nigeria to hold a concert, and it was taking place in our hometown. We all planned to go, even our neighbors. We had chatted about it and discussed it extensively, and at that point that evening, I felt there was nothing that could stop us from attending this particular event.

Another thing that made this program even more interesting was that the foreign minister was supposed to arrive in a helicopter.

Though the minister was hosted by a church, the venue couldn’t accommodate the large congregation expected to attend, so the event was moved to a community field nearby. When the night finally arrived, our excitement was palpable. We waited for about ten minutes before we heard the unmistakable sound of the helicopter’s blades cutting through the air. As it landed, everyone around us was captivated by the sight. For me, it was particularly thrilling, as it was the first time I had seen a helicopter up close.

The program itself was nothing short of magical. I enjoyed every moment, witnessing incredible miracles performed by the minister. His words were inspiring and refreshing, leaving us all feeling uplifted. It truly was a blessed day for our community and for everyone who attended.

One day, on my way to school, I saw a little stray cat crying in a drainage ditch by the road. Even though I was running late, I couldn't ignore its cries. I looked closer and saw that it was a cute black kitten. It seemed to be calling for help.

I felt conflicted. I needed to get to school, and I knew my mom would not let me bring home a stray cat, especially a black one. People often talk about bad luck with black cats, and I didn’t want to deal with that.

I thought about leaving the kitten there, but I couldn’t. I decided to take the kitten out of the drainage. After I rescued it, I left it on the roadside, hoping someone would help it while I went to school.
When school ended, I rushed out as soon as the bell rang. I quickly went back to the spot where I had found the kitten. But when I got there, I didn’t see it anywhere. I waited around for a while, looking for it, but not too seriously. Just as I was feeling a little sad, I saw the kitten come out from some bushes nearby. It had been hiding in the tall grass!

I had some snacks left from school, so I dropped a few on the ground for the kitten to eat. After that, I decided to leave it alone and walked away. The kitten stayed around that area for three days, but then I didn’t see it anymore.

I woke up that morning feeling like a champion. I had soaked some beans overnight and by morning it was soft and ready. I cooked it quickly, added some palm oil, pepper and onions, and before I knew it my plate was full. To balance things I made a thick cup of custard, steaming hot, just the way I liked it. Without thinking twice I devoured everything like someone who had been fasting for days. It was sweet, no doubt, but I did not know I was setting myself up for a long battle.

Barely an hour later, as I was about to step out, I felt a strange movement in my stomach. At first I ignored it. Maybe my belly was just reacting to the food excitement. But within minutes the movement turned into full blown protests. My stomach started making sounds like a talking drum. That is when I knew I had entered one chance.

I rushed to the toilet like a sprinter in the Olympics but just as I sat down, the power went out. NEPA chose violence at the worst time. Sweat covered my face as I sat there regretting my life decisions. The worst part? The beans had unlocked new levels of digestive turbulence. It was not just about going to the toilet, it was an entire event. My belly twisted and turned like it was hosting a wrestling match.

My day was already ruined but the lesson was clear, next time I would respect beans and its unpredictable power. Eating it hot in the morning with custard was clearly a risky experiment, one I would not be repeating anytime soon.

Mondays set the tone for my week. I always feel like if I use Monday well, the rest of the week falls into place. So, I try to start strong. This time, though, I was just recovering from an illness. My body was still weak, but I didn’t want to waste the day. I remembered it had been a while since I worked out, so I decided to prepare my mind from Sunday. No excuses, I was going to do something productive.

The challenge was my aching body. I had just spent over nine hours sitting in a bus, and my whole body felt sore. It wasn’t just normal tiredness; my muscles were stiff, and I knew if I didn’t deal with that pain first, my workout wouldn’t be effective. Still, I pushed myself. I started slow, trying to wake my body up, but it was clear that my strength wasn’t fully back yet.

Fifteen minutes in, and I was done. I barely made it through the session. My heart was racing, my breath was heavy, and my body felt like it had just gone through a battle. I had to be honest with myself – maybe today wasn’t the best day for an intense workout. Instead of forcing it, I decided to switch things up.

Maybe reading a book would be better. Since my body wasn’t ready for too much physical strain, I thought of another way to make the day count. A good book could sharpen my mind, keep me engaged, and still give me a productive start to the week. Sometimes, productivity isn’t about pushing hard but about choosing wisely.

No matter what, today will be productive. Whether through a workout, a book, or something else, I refuse to let the day go to waste. Some Mondays are for strength, others for strategy. Either way, what matters is moving forward.

No one had expected that the event would turn out to be a great one. We thought it was just a female match against another team, but the central theme of the gathering was indeed a celebration of women’s sports. We had spent the week preparing for this matchup against the opposing team, and now it was time to prove ourselves.

Though I didn’t have much faith in our team, I also didn’t trust the other teams. I knew we had practiced well, but the thing that made me doubt my teammates was how amusing our practices had been. There seemed to be no serious focus, no real coordination—just a lot of laughter. Still, we dedicated our time and energy to those sessions, treating them as fun rather than serious competition that it should be.
Despite my doubts, I felt hopeful that we could win. I knew we had the potential to make an impact.

The match started off well, but there weren’t many dribbles or exciting plays for the fans to enjoy. The atmosphere was a bit flat, with only a few people in the stands and little cheering. Determined to change that, I decided to inject some energy into the game. I put everything I had into it, and before long, the crowd began to cheer.

As the excitement grew, players were falling, and shouts erupted from the stands. Powerful shots were made toward the goalposts, and suddenly, we found ourselves ahead, scoring to make it 3-2. It was a battle for survival, with the opposing team struggling to equalize.

At one point, the score was tied at 5-5 for both teams. Tension filled the air as we fought hard until the last minute, and then we scored again—6-5! It was a glorious moment. The crowd erupted in cheers, celebrating our victory.

It started with my face, where the rashes first appeared before spreading to my neck, then my back. I spent the entire evening looking in the mirror at my bare skin, watching how the rashes spread across my neck, from my face to my chest. The rashes became overwhelming, and I began to wonder what could be causing it.

I recently linked it to changing my cream, but then I realized that it wasn't the new cream. The cream that I switched back to was one I had used for two years before this issue started. Going back to it shouldn’t have triggered any reactions. I didn’t even use the cream regularly; I applied it only three times a week, and it doesn’t contain any harmful chemicals.

So, I couldn't understand why it was causing reactions now, especially when I thought I was returning to a "normal" cream that didn’t have high levels of toxic ingredients.

I visited a clinic yesterday, and the doctor confirmed that my rashes were a symptom of an underlying illness that was just beginning to surface. After receiving treatment, I am now able to prevent the sickness from progressing. I'm relieved that the rashes, which I feared were a serious issue, turned out to be a signal to address a health problem before it escalated.

Now, I'm feeling much better and returned to the clinic today for a follow-up. The good news is that the rashes are gone, and I’m in good health.

I was in the middle of a long, tiring day when the message came in. An invite from Collins. At first, I thought it was one of those random broadcast messages, but when I opened it, I realized it was a wedding invitation. Collins? Getting married? I couldn’t believe it. The last time we spoke, he was just trying to get his life together, struggling like the rest of us. Given the state of the economy, I never imagined he would take such a big step this soon.

I wanted to ignore it. Not because I wasn’t happy for him, but because the wedding was in the village, and traveling there on such short notice wasn’t exactly convenient. But Collins was an old friend, one of the few people I genuinely respected. After thinking it over, I decided I had to be there. It didn’t feel right to miss it. So, with no time to waste, I packed a small bag and began the journey home.

By the time I arrived, the wedding was already in full swing. The sound of drums and cheers filled the air as I made my way to the venue. The place was nothing like I expected. I had imagined a small, simple gathering, but what I saw was a grand celebration expensive decorations, a live band, and more food than I had seen at any wedding in a long time. Collins had really outdone himself.

As I stepped in, I spotted him from across the room, looking sharp in his suit. He was laughing with some guests when his eyes suddenly landed on me. His expression shifted from surprise to pure disbelief. For a second, he just stood there, blinking, as if he wasn’t sure I was real. Then, in an instant, he was rushing towards me.

“My guy!” he exclaimed, grabbing me in a tight hug. “You actually came?”

I laughed, patting his back. “Did you really think I’d miss this?”

He shook his head, still in shock. “Honestly? I had lost hope. But you made it.”

Seeing the joy on his face, feeling the warmth of the celebration, I was glad I didn’t let distance or excuses keep me away. Sometimes, showing up for an old friend is the best gift you can give.

It was hard to believe that the journey of five years was going to end in two days. Everything felt so familiar the lecture halls, the crowded hostel rooms, the late-night study sessions but soon, they would all become memories.

Leaving my old friends was something I never saw coming. We had built a bond that felt unbreakable, sharing both struggles and victories. Now, as we packed up our belongings and spoke about the future, reality began to sink in. Some were excited, others uncertain, but we all knew that life was pulling us in different directions.

On the final night, we gathered one last time, sitting in our usual spot outside the hostel. The conversations were lighter than expected, filled with jokes and laughter, but there was an unspoken understanding things would never be the same again.

When morning came, goodbyes were brief, almost rushed, as if dragging them out would make it harder. A few hugs, some promises to stay in touch, and just like that, we went our separate ways. I walked away with my bag slung over my shoulder, not looking back, because I knew if I did, the weight of it all might just hold me in place.

I have this beautiful dress I wear once in a while which I decided to wear on this fateful day. The thing about this dress is that I always forget to zip it up at the back but thankfully someone always catches it and tells me before I step out.

On this fateful day I wore this dress and zipped up but then I had to remove it to wear a camisole. After the quick change, I put the dress back on and that's when I forgot🤦🏽‍♀️

Anyway I went about getting ready for my outing and finally I stepped out feeling myself as a babe😩, I had already walked a bit far when I touched my back and found out my zipper was undone, imagine my shock and embarrassment but then we move.

Happy international women's day to all the ladies on here🤗