Mindviewers Stories

A few weeks back, I went to get some paints from the market. Some of my neighbors contributed money and asked me to buy from the same seller. The seller had various prices, but they gave me the colors they wanted. For me, I chose white. I wanted everything to be sparkling white.

After I got the paints and returned home, I gave them to my neighbors, and they all appreciated it. Some of them hired a painter to paint their houses and paid him 6,000 Naira each. While I thought about paying the painter the same amount, I decided I could paint it myself. What could go wrong? I decided to try it out.

I bought some cello tape and got started. I must say, it worked out perfectly! The cello tape helped create straight line designs, and it felt like I was a professional painter. Well, in case you need a painter, I'm here for you. 20k for one side of the wall

I use to hear and see people reading through the night with some kind of either coffee or a kind of energy drink, which I've not fancied for long. Sometime during the early stage in the university, I read an article that highlighted the health implications of taking coffee, caffeine-related and all those energy drinks, and I’ve abstained myself untill yesterday.

Yesterday, my friend came around and insisted that we do a night story. Well, she came along with some energy drink, and then during this night study, she gave me a bottle. I drank it, and I think I'm loving it. I think I would get it tomorrow morning, but I'm still trying to keep myself away from it.

This is just a way of somebody starting an addiction without knowing, and I do not want to be a part of it. I enjoyed the energy drink honestly, and it kept me active throughout the night, but I do not want to get addicted to any sort of drinks. I do not.

Emma's family had a dog named Bobby, a very jovial and happy pet which liked to snuggle up to people.
Remembering the day he was brought into our home: we were so happy that I and my brother couldn't wait to show him off to our friends. It felt heavenly to have Bobby around.

We do feed him all sought of food, there was no exact meal time, we usually threw a piece of whatever we were eating. On one occassion, i had mistakenly wanted to throw a bone to him but ended up throwing the big chunk of meat that I had together with the bone and funny enough, I had wanted to save the chunk but the dog won, aiming for the fleshy meat first before the bone. This was the beginning of our battles.

One day, I was playing with the dog I didn't know the kind of evil spirit that entered me, I felt so comfortable with Bobby that I grabbed the dog's penis very tightly and playfully, but then..

I was on the floor the next minute wailing out my throat, I had received a bite on my arm.
I was shouting on top of my voice (like a baby denied of breast). Yet the dog's firm grip was still deep in my arm and as soon as it released, I dashed out running for my life!

Dad came back and gave me the whooping of my life and later took me to a pharmacy to get an anti-tetanus injection. It was indeed an unforgettable experience 😂 😂😂😂

For a while, I’d been procrastinating washing my clothes, only doing enough each day to get by. It had become a habit, but yesterday, I made a mistake. I washed my towel and forgot to clip it up on the line.

When I got back from the market, I found it on the ground, dirty and covered in dust. How could I have been so careless? I really didn't think I'll spend a long time in the market but too much bargaining later paid off for me.

Instead of just rewashing the towel, I decided it was time to do everything. I brought out every dirty clothes in my room and they were enough to make a big pillow.
Next, I filled my bucket with water, ready to go through each step. It wasn’t easy, just imagine starting something you never planned for but did it in anger and frustration 🤣

A few hours later, my roommate came back and she was shocked to see the amount of clothes I washed. I was more shocked that I was able to go that far.

I'm not feeling so happy right now because my fan just got faulty. I don't know what was wrong with it, but all of a sudden, this evening, the light fluctuated a little bit, and then that was it. My fan wouldn't rotate. I've used some screws and tried to open the back covering, and I’ve shaken some wires up and down, but it's not working.

This is another expenditure, and I wasn't expecting it anytime soon. They didn't even give me a sign that it was going to spoil or that something was going to happen to it. It was just a little fluctuation. Nobody's device got burnt or damaged except for my fan, and I'm feeling sad tonight with this heat and sweaty hands and body.

I'm still typing this story feeling all annoyed, but it's fine. Maybe tomorrow I'll take it to an electrician or an expert to try and figure out what's wrong with it. I hope it doesn't cost more than 4,000 Naira because that's all I could afford.

I returned home after a very stressful semester, it was a very tough semester with lots of challenges, but I thank God that I wasn't consumed. After the conclusion of our exams, I didn't want to travel home for the holiday because some of my colleagues were going to be around, but my parents insisted that I must return home and so I couldn't refuse, I saddled up and travelled back to my state.

I had been away for months that I even forgot the kind of reception I always receive at home, I should have been the one to insist that I must travel home. Immediately I arrived home, I was served a very delicious rice and stew, compared to what I eat while at school. Life at school is a very different one, you can never see a free food, you will starve if you don't cook. I wish my colleagues would know what they are missing by not traveling home.

Back at school, I live alone, so I'm literally bored almost all the time, but here, you can never get bored with siblings and parents around. About three hours after I arrived, white soup that I have been craving for in school was served again, I would have said that it feels like I'm dreaming, but that is the reality of home. Just imagine my mum saying if the food isn't enough I should let her know, meanwhile at school I measure the portion of food I eat to save money. Ha!

And then I thought to myself, imagine a person without a family, without a home, you can't enjoy these things then. The joy and love that is shared in a family, you can't feel alone in a family. I have some rest now from the stress of looking after myself, at least for now, it will ease the pressure and give me strength when I return to school. The musician that sang the song " wherever where you go, remember the road that will lead you home" know the feeling. It's good to have where to go and rest up for a while after series of stress, and that can only be home, family.

A while ago, I sent my uncle some money to buy an external hard drive and waybill it for me, he deals with computers and so it was just like patronizing him, because I paid him for everything. He is a young man in his early 30s, not yet married, but he was certainly doing well in his business. Not as if I couldn't buy the hard drive where I was, but I was very sure that he will get the best hard drive for me.

While on my way to go and pick up the hard drive from the transport park, I was communicating with my uncle on Facebook, and he told me he has paid the driver for the waybill, of which I sent him money for it. This was 8:30pm in the night, that is the time the drive arrived the park. But I was shocked when I called the driver and he said that I should not forget to come with my waybill fee, that he has not been paid.

I called my uncle and told him what the driver said, and he ended the call on me immediately after I told him. I called back several times and he didn't answer the calls, I was even more shocked at this kind of behavior. On getting to the park, even the driver called my uncle on phone and he didn't answer, I chatted my uncle on Facebook but no reply, he was online and was seeing my messages.

I understood at this point what was going on, my uncle has used my head. I had to pay the driver again, collected the hard drive and boarded a taxi home. I was very angry, and sad at the same time that my own family member would do this kind of thing to me. I started doubting if the hard drive was even good, considering the kind of game he just played with me. And it turned out that the hard drive wasn't working, it was damaged and yet he sent it to me.

He knew that the hard drive wasn't good, because I sent him a message about it, which he never called back or replied. And now, that same uncle of mine is getting married in few days, my parents wants me to help in the preparation, something that will take my time, energy and sleep. I'm still wondering why I should get myself involved in anything concerning my uncle, he turned me down, big time. Even if I decide to pretend as if he never did what he did, some things will just never be the way it was before, not even in the nearest future.

I used to love music to the extent that everyday, I always made sure that I had the latest released music on my phone.
But as I grew older, I stopped listening to music as much I used to, and I missed it.
Today I felt like bringing back that my lost old self so I grabbed my phone and opened my Opera Mini browser to searched for my favorite singers, like Davido and Rema. I found their new songs.
I was not so impressed with their new released but my better happiness came from the point that I am among the first set of people to have the song on my phone.
After enjoying their afro-pop songs, I wanted something different. I searched for artists like Mercy Chinwo, Don Moen, and Frank Edward, hoping to find uplifting songs about faith and happiness. Unfortunately, I only found a few new tracks. I felt disappointed but listened to what I had by the way.
I think I prefer Chinwo's to all the songs that I downloaded today.

I recently started watching the popular show called Superman and Lois. I began just two days ago, and wow, I must say that I really liked it.

This show is about Superman, who is a superhero, and Lois, who is a brave reporter. Why am I evening explaining the movie to people who probably have watched all the series on earth 😅What I loved about it is that it wasn’t all about fighting and loud explosions like some other superhero movies. Instead, it told a nice story about their family and how they deal with everyday life.

The pictures were really clear and pretty, and I liked how calm everything felt. Even though there were some action scenes, they weren't super intense, like in those big movies with lots of battles, like the Avengers.

It was nice to just sit back and enjoy the moviw without feeling too much excitement. I liked getting to know the characters and watching how they solved their problems together. Okay let me get back to my movies now. One more episode to go before I sleep.

Growing up as a child, I was often entertained with all sorts of stories, which are both scary, instructive and fun to listen to. It's important I emphasize that I dislike the scary ones as it discomforts me at night. Little do I know that sometimes what we fear the most have a way of coming to us.

The foregoing was just a flash back, but fast forward to my current story. Today made it a month that I saw what is beyond my imagination. I've been hearing stories of Ghosts but I haven't seen one and I never wished to see one. But all that changed just a month ago.

I had just came back from my place of work and it was late in the night. As usual, I'd go to my backyard and fetch some water from the water tank and use same for my bath, at the backyard was a grave of a relative of mine who has died some years back. On this faithful night, I went there and fetched the water and upon carrying the bucket to the bathroom which is outside the main building I noticed a figure seated some distance from the grave. I couldn't tell the gender but then I greeted the figure but no response. I didn't bother but I was wondering who that could be so I went on and took my bath.

After I got to the main building I told my elder sister to check backyard if she will see someone and if she would identify who is the one seated in our backyard. She did and came back with same response that she couldn’t go much closer as the figure was not answering greetings and is motionless. I had to summon courage, pick my phone and on the touch light to see who the Hell is the person scaring us. With me is a long stick in case the person fights me.

On approaching, I kept shouting "who u be, u no go talk?," and while I was trying to shine my phone touch light I noticed that there was nothing there, the figure has apparently disappeared or probably I was hallucinating, but would my sister also be hallucinating? I shouted like never before, I couldn't remember where I flinged the stick to, I only managed to hold the phone and I ran and I refused to sleep in my house that night. I know what I saw and I'm sure it's not hallucination. THE GHOST IS HERE!

In my childhood days, there's this day that everybody in our family was at home, it must have been on a Saturday or during holiday. We had breakfast, and then we all slept off again around 10 am in the morning. It was raining, and I enjoyed sleeping when it's raining, I guess everybody else liked it too.

I waked after it stopped raining, it was pretty quiet, my parents and my siblings were still asleep, I had enough of the sleep, so I just laid there on the bed. Getting a little bored, I moved my hand on the floor and felt water, my first thought was that one of siblings must urinated while sleeping, so I moved my hand to another spot, but I still felt water.

I got up and looked around, I was very surprised, there was water everywhere in the room and we were laying in a pool of water. The rain flowed into our room while we were sleeping. I woke everybody up immediately, I remember having to do a lot of work that day because of it. We had to take our bag of clothes outside to dry them up, our foam also got soaked and we had to dry it too. Sweeping of the water followed in earnest, it was a big stress.

When I placed my hand in another spot and felt water, I knew that all the urine in a person's body at once can't be that much. We thanked God that it didn't spoil anything, thoughts of how floods gets into people's home and drowns them to dead isn't so much different than in our case, but we were all safe and didn't lose anything in the incident, as our wet clothes and foam were dried up.

Yesterday, I decided to treat myself to a nice Sunday meal, something I rarely do. I headed to the market to gather all the ingredients I needed. However, my experience was not so good when I encountered a market seller who really tested my patience. I wanted to transfer 200 naira for my purchase and collect cash to buy some fufu, but she insisted that I send 250 naira. Apparently, the extra 50 naira was for her charge fee. I couldn’t believe it, especially since I had already spent over 4,000 naira there.

Despite my annoyance, I decided to overlook the situation and paid the 50 naira charge. It was frustrating, but I didn’t want to ruin my mood over it. After all, I was looking forward to enjoying my meal. Once I got home, I started preparing the ingredients. I sliced the okra, cooked the fish and beef, and in just a few minutes, my soup was ready.

Finally, I sat down to enjoy my meal, and let me tell you, it was worth all the effort. Each swallow was sweet, and the combination of the okra, fish, and beef was just perfect.
What made it even better was knowing that this meal would last for a few days. I could enjoy the leftovers and remind myself of the satisfying experience of making something delicious from scratch.

One day, I was really craving something fried, but there was no groundnut oil in the house. I decided to go with palm oil instead, which seemed like a decent backup. Things were going smoothly while I bleached the oil, but when I added salt, everything changed. A huge flame came up, nearly burning my face. I ended up dropping some of the yam slices on the ground.

In my fear, I quickly covered the pot to stop the fire from spreading and turned off the gas immediately. My whole body was vibrating, and the thought of continuing to cook was out of the question.

For the rest of the day, I couldn't even go near the kitchen. The whole experience left me too shaken to try frying anything again. That night, I ended up buying food from a nearby shop because cooking was officially off the table.

Saturday remains one of those days that all ladies spend their full week preparing on how to make the weekend such an amazing one. especially when you have a deal either to go out with friends or on a dinner date with your boyfriend.

But in this case there was no sign on any of those events happening, so I was already prepared for a boring weekend little did I know that my best boy is cooking up something huge for the weekend.

It was morning and there was no need waking up I mean why should I be in a haste to leave my sweet and soft bed without any important reason and besides it's Saturday I should have a good bed rest.

Just massaging myself on my bad I received a text message, it was from my best boy, with a smile on my face I unlocked my phone to check the content of the message. And it reads " get ready we're going out on a date"

You don't want to know the type of strength that I entered me all of a sudden and in the next one hour I was ready and was waiting for him.

He eventually showed up and we left for his most preferred event center where we had fun, hosting different games to another. And of course there was lot of snacks and food to eat. It was indeed an amazing time with him once again, even though I couldn't get enough of him.

Today, I was in my room just relaxing when Suddenly, I heard a loud shout and then a door bang. I quickly put on my shirt and went outside to see what was happening.

I saw my neighbor standing at his door. He looked scared and was looking into his room. I walked over to him and asked him what happened that made him shout in such way.

He said that his wire caught fire.
I couldn’t help but smile because it sounded funny that someone's wire cat he's fire and then he abandone his house.

I went into his room to look. When I stepped inside, I saw that there were some wires on the floor, and they were puffing out smoke.

I turned off the wall switch so it would be safe. Then, I fixed the wires. I used some tape to make them tight and that was all the work needed.

I smiled back at my neighbour who was already beaming in joy. He kept saying thank you and how grateful he was until I was out of sight

Here's a heartwarming story with a happy ending:

From Hair Loss to Hair Goals

"Meet Sarah, a vibrant and confident woman who once struggled with hair loss due to alopecia.

At 25, Sarah's hair started falling out in clumps. She tried every treatment, from medications to wigs, but nothing seemed to work.

Feeling self-conscious and defeated, Sarah withdrew from social events and hid behind hats and scarves.

One day, Sarah decided to take control of her hair journey. She:

Started researching natural hair growth remedies.
Changed her diet to include hair-boosting nutrients.
Began practicing self-care and stress-reducing techniques.

Months went by, and Sarah's hard work paid off!

Her hair started growing back – thick, healthy, and full of life!

With her newfound confidence, Sarah:

Started a hair care blog to help others.
Became a hair coach, inspiring others to love their locks.
Rocked her natural hair, embracing its uniqueness.

Today, Sarah's hair is her crown, symbolizing strength, resilience, and self-love.

Lesson Learned:

Never give up on yourself. Every struggle is an opportunity to grow.

Whenever I was on my phone whild laying on the bed, I knew that was stretching my charging cord. I guess I didn’t realize how much I was pulling on it. One moment, it was working fine, and the next, it just stopped.
I needed to get a new one, I had been wanting a chance to replace the old one that just got spout because it was slow in charging. So I resolved to use my last 500 Naira for that.

To me, 500 Naira wasn’t a small amount, but I convinced myself I could remove it from my daily budget. After all, it was as of I spoilt the charging cable intentionally.

When I got there, I approached the counter and asked for a charging cord. Immediately, they started talking in foreing languages and calling prices that left me baffled.
Because how can wire be sold for 2,000 Naira, 3,000 Naira, and even up to 4,000 Naira! I couldn’t believe it.

I explained that I only needed a charging cord to plug into my charger, but they didn’t seem to understand the difference that I was making from whatever expensive appliance that they were stating those costly pricesfor.
After a lot of back and forth, I reluctantly decided to buy a cord for 2,500 Naira.

Till now, I am shocked.
Ordinary charging cord?
Even this one that I got for 2500 isn't that original.

About a week ago, I started noticing weevils showing up everywhere in my home. At first, I didn't pay much attention to them, but things got a bit weird when they began crawling on my body. I was baffled about where they were coming from, and it took me a while to investigate. Eventually, I discovered that an old bag of beans I had abandoned had become a full breeding ground for bean weevils. That bag had turned into their little kingdom.

To be honest, I’m not a huge fan of beans. I don’t have strong feelings for or against them, but they're not really my go-to food. So, that bag had been sitting untouched for quite some time. Once I realized what was going on, I knew I had to deal with it. Today, I took the step of sieving the beans and over 100 weevils spilled. I’d never seen anything like it.

Now that their little home has been disrupted, I’m left to wait for the wanderers to scatter and leave. Their apartment has been destroyed, but they don’t seem to be in much of a hurry to vacate. I keep spotting a few here and there, clinging to what’s left of their precious beans. It's like they haven't quite accepted that the party is over.

At this point, I’m just hoping they’ll get the hint and move on soon. I never thought I’d have a weevil invasion to deal with, but here I am, playing landlord to some very unwanted guests. All because I left a bag of beans sitting for too long!!!

It’s hard to believe that lectures have already started ed in school . Just two days ago, I saw photos on our departmental group chat of my friends back on campus, smiling and ready for another semester, I laugh at them. I am still in my father’s house, enjoying the comforts of home, going back to school any soon is not even a thought to think.

My mother have reminded me like the hundredth time, her voice with concern about my academics, but still, I have no plans to return that soon.

The thought of packing my bags and enduring the run around and stress of school again just doesnt go well with me.
Here, in my father’s house, life is good. I wake up to good smell of food oozing from the kitchen. I can start talking about all the good food my mom makes without having to worry about exams, group projects, or struggling for seats in a crowded lecture hall.

With not so much choice, Just a few more days I’ll go back. But deep down, I was in no rush to leave this land of peace or my soft bed or even this region.

After church services, I returned back to my lodge feeling hungry, my stomach sang like it was just newly signed to a record label.
I had some beans remaining in those sagged bags under my kitchen cabinet that it's cibtents had sustained me till now.
Cooking today was just out of place.

Nonetheless, I still pondered on which was better and more better, to cook or buy two plates of food outside.
If I was to cook, it'll take at least 2000k from my pocket just to buy the condiments, and some extra loss: gas, strength and spices.
But if I was to purchase food, it would only cost 2600k for the two plates, my strength would be conserved and i wont have to waste my gas.

I was about to conlude my decisions when a thought hit me: soup would last you more than a day.
The thought rang in my head over and over and then I took up a pen and wrote down the required condiments for cooking egusi soup and also gauged it with my budget, the cost arrived at 3700k after calculations.

I went ahead with my plans, skipping to the last part. The soup came out so nice that I lick the plate after eating.
Currently, only remembering that my pot of soup is full and that there's an assured meal after lectures tomorrow gives delights me.