Mindviewers Stories

It's been a long while since we started sharing eye contact. I noticed this beautiful girl starting from my first year, 100 level. She was pretty, and I can say for myself that I was too handsome. Most times, I still get most of these girls, you know, under my beck and call. But I was a disciplined guy all the way. Even though someone flirts and they come into my direct message box to message me and text me all sorts of flirty things, I always stay true to myself and my discipline. I've come from a not-too-rich, less able background, and I haven't come to this university to frolic with girls or anything like that. The Lord has continued to sustain me all this while, and I owe Him all my respect and my integrity.

Three years into the university, I think having a girlfriend for myself wouldn't be a bad deal any longer. As I told you before, I believe I need to have that experience, and then this girl came to mind. She has always been secure and has acted disciplined all the way, except when she’s around me. She always likes to sit near me, keeps seats for me during lectures, and frequently checks up on me through phone calls, texts, and physical meetings. I've never heard that she was in a relationship or flirting with other guys, so she seemed like the best option.

I approached her, talked to her, and even took her on a date, but she said we could still be friends. I don’t understand what that statement means, especially since she also said she was not in a relationship.

It wasn't like I stayed for the holiday long in my home; I actually just stayed a week. But upon returning, I noticed something that shocked me and pulled me off my feet. It was a shocking sight.

As I saw the packet of spaghetti that I had reserved for myself all littered on the ground, my heart sank. I had left about five packs of spaghetti, and I was only seeing two intact. The other three were in shreds. It was a rat. A rat had come into my home and destroyed things this way. I wondered about the root or the hole they had come in from, but that wasn't my main concern at the moment.

First, I had to do my cleanup, and the kitchen was the most troubling part. It was really tiring, especially since I had returned late from my journey back home to where I resided close to school.

Well, just today, as luck might have it, I noticed something making a sound in my kitchen. I went in, and to my dismay, I found that the remaining two packets of spaghetti had been disturbed. The rat was gone. The rat was gone. The rat was gone. The rat was gone. The rat was gone. The rat was gone.

I took note that the rat was still in the house, so I prepared myself as I listened for any slightest sounds. I was just about to sleep when I heard another sound, so I picked up my broom and opened my kitchen door, waiting for it to run out. It didn't, so I hit the broom against the door, making a very loud noise, and then the rat came to where I stood. It was trying to escape through the door before my broom landed on it.

It was in my JSS1, that was in 2008/.. I had wanted to attend Nigeria military Secondary school unfortunately all flopped so i had to miss the whole of first term.. Second term i resumed at a private secondary school with assurance from my parents i would leave when am going to SS1..which later happened.
Second term, i resumed when the term has already gone far almost close to exam period.. Fast forward exams came, i had no friends yet, my notes where not up to date it was just me myself and i...I had to improvise.. I had just one option, exam malpractice (i was 10yrs). Back then we used pages from long notebook 'fuscap' as we called it then.
My first paper that term was agricultural science.. I took the Sunday night before Monday that the exam is scheduled for to draft my name, class date and all the necessary things written on the top right corner of a typical exam fuscap.. We used to have 20 objectives questions and 5 essays to answer 3. I would just number my fuscap from 1-20 and fill in alphabets from A-D as i deem fit.. Turn my fuscap and write out answers to four possible essay questions and go.
On the Monday of the exams i would enter exam hall with like four fuscap sheets and the one with answers amongst them.. Once exams starts i will pretend as if I am writing and thinking for like 45 minutes solving the objective part i would then boldly bring out the one with answers and strike lines on it like a canceled work, place it ontop of my desk and majestically write out the correct answers that are in them.. I did that for all my subjects then apart from maths and English without been caught for even a second.. After writing it, I always take excuse to use the restroom which I discard the one with answers..(nobody thought a 10yr old cold could pull that kind of a stunt).. I came out tops in my class that term.. I introduced myself to my classmates ina grand style. I remember a day I was nearly caught, I wanted to ease myself as usual but this day it didn't go as how others have been moving freely, that day my teacher was searching around my side and when I asked for permission, he declined. He continued searching, getting to my side, I nearly pissed on my uniform but God never and didn't disappoint me that day. Getting close to my desk, another teacher came in to inform him that the principal is calling him. That was how he left and this my school, once caught in malpractice, the student will be expelled. Nobody taught i would come out tops when i resumed barely weeks before exam...told my friends years later.. Them still no believe me till today..
I pulled that stunt just that term.

I’ve never really been a fan of alcohol; it always irritates me. But my good friend Prosper loves his drinks. When his birthday came around, I thought long and hard about what to get him. In the end, I decided on a nice bottle of wine, knowing it would make him happy.

On his birthday, I dropped off the wine and headed home. I figured he would have a busy day celebrating, so I thought he’d enjoy it. A few days later, I decided to visit him, thinking he might have finished the wine by now.

When I arrived, we exchanged pleasantries, and then he surprised me by pulling out that same bottle of wine I had given him. part of me wanted to say no, but I also didn’t want to hurt his feelings. After all, I was the one who bought it.

So, I sat down with him, and we shared the wine together. It was tempting, and we ended up having a good time, but I couldn’t shake the feeling of being unhappy. I had gone against my own preferences just to please a friend.

had just informed my mother that I would be returning to school in a week's time, but the comfort and relaxation I was hoping for will last only a brief moment, as the new resumption date has been announced. School is set to begin again on the 6th of this month, which is just a day away from the start of intense academic activities. This sudden change unsettles me, and I feel genuinely unhappy about it.

My sister, mocked me immediate after I read out the date and new schedules to my family, for thinking I would have a full week to rest and enjoy more of their food. Now, with everything cut short to just one day, I am feeling disappointed and sad right now.

Now we have to go back to school, a land for no one, a school where no love is shown. I've had to prepare my food, clean my clothing, do everything by myself, think for myself—everything, even the comfort of home. I know it's good, ah yes, it makes an adult be an adult, but I just needed more time; a week wasn't too much to ask. Now I'm forced to come back.

If it were just the normal school activities, it would be better because I could still enjoy my extra week here at home, but this time, they have scheduled some seminars, presentations, and all sorts of intense academic activities that force students back to school. Well, see you guys later. Let me go and sleep first to clear my head.

As a child, I heard horror stories about an insect so slow but notorious, its mere mention sent shivers down our spines. They called it the bedbug, a vampire that feasted on human blood under the cover of darkness package with it awful smell. I prayed fervently never to cross paths with this creepy creature.

But fate had other plans. One fateful night, I was engrossed in a book, oblivious to the danger lurking within its pages. Suddenly, I felt a pinch on my left hand, which I dismissed as a mosquito bite. That was,until I saw the giant, bloodthirsty insect crawling away from my body soaked with my blood.

My scream echoed through the room, jolting my roommate awake. "What's wrong?" she asked, still groggy. I pointed a shaky finger at the insect and to my surprise, she burst out laughing. "It's just a bedbug!" she chuckled.

But I wasn't amused. The vampire insect I had dreaded for so long had finally found me. Tears streamed down my face as my roommate calmly examined my bed carefully, searching for the other hidden culprits. Upon hearing her advice which was simple yet effective: kerosene my heart got calm a little at least there is a remedy to conquer them . I was determined to eradicate those witchy crawlers, no matter the cost.

As the hours ticked by , I lay awake, replaying the event in my mind, my heart racing from the encounter , I learned that sometimes, the things we fear the most can become our reality. But with courage and determination, we can overcome even the most terrifying of foes including the dreaded bedbug.

I had already decided with about five of my neighbors from the lodge that we were not going to travel home for Christmas. We planned to stay back in the school area and enjoy the holiday together—just the five of us. However, in the last three days, things began to change. One by one, my friends started to leave. First, a friend departed, then two more left, and finally, just three of us were left. Now, it's only me and one other friend remaining, which feels really disappointing.

This isn’t what I had planned. I was anticipating a fun and joyous Christmas, but with only one neighbor left, it seems impossible to enjoy the holiday spirit as I had hoped. Today turned out to be quite futile; I spent the day packing up my clothes and washing everything in preparation to leave the next day.

It’s going to be a long journey, and I'll have to spend money on transport, but that doesn't really matter now. What’s important is that I’m going home. Home, sweet home. I'll be home soon, and despite the unexpected changes, I know that being with family will bring me joy.

Abeg guys, see you all later, first let me pack up my remaining belongings that will escort me home.

I started the semester with a lot of enthusiasm and seriousness. I made sure to attend all my classes because I knew it was going to be a short semester. I was determined to do well, especially since I heard we might have exams before the Christmas break.

As the semester went on, we all waited for the department to post the exam timetable. Days turned into weeks, and it seemed like it was taking forever. Meanwhile, I noticed that other departments had already started their exams. It became clear that we wouldn’t be having our exams before the short break.

With no other choice, I decided to travel for my break. I was excited to go home, but it wasn’t quite what I had expected. Instead of enjoying the holiday fully, I found myself thinking about the exams that would come right after the Christmas break. It was hard to relax knowing that I would have to dive back into studying soon.

Even though I was with family and friends, my mind was still on the upcoming exams. I tried to enjoy the season, but the thought of school took over me. It was a strange mix of celebration and anxiety, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that the break was just a pause before the real work began.

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😊💯

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.

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.

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.

Mixing my project with work, exams, seminar topics, and literature reviews has been utterly exhausting. I barely have any time for myself each day. Every second feels so precious, and I think I'm enjoying it, if not for the overwhelming fatigue that engulfs me afterwards. Right now, I'm battling my eyes as they threaten to close on their own, weighed down by a mix of fright and awe at the tasks ahead. I will make sure that doesn't happen.

Last week, we wrote two exam papers, and more still await us before we can retire for the holiday. In addition to that, we have two more exam papers to complete. The project is particularly time-consuming, consuming my days from morning until night.

I want to take a moment to thank God for a website that I discovered today. This project has helped me in various ways that not everyone sees or understands. I’ve gained access to an array of tools: many website tools, editing tools, generative tools, and assisting tools that make my work much easier.

Particularly speaking, I found out about this incredible website just yesterday, and I must say, it’s been the best resource I could have hoped for. I was able to write an entire chapter in less than an hour, complete with thorough screening and proper references attached.

After only a day of using it, I'm starting to truly enjoy the process. The ease and efficiency it brings to my writing make it a game-changer for me.

Today was the final day for the Faculty of Business Administration here at my university. A friend of mine, actually two people from that faculty invited me, but I went mainly because of this particular close friend of mine who had personally invited me two weeks earlier.

Praise had invited me two weeks ago before the main date, so I had already added it to my plans. Today, I went for the sign-out, and he was so glad to see me that he came over and gave me a warm handshake, his face lighting up with smiles as he grinned from ear to ear. We walked out together and headed to a nearby restaurant, where we enjoyed some bites to eat. After that, we returned to the school, and that's when the real fun began with the whiteboard marker contest. We wrote all sorts of silly things on people's white shirts, and it was incredibly funny.

It was an incredibly fun day, and I even made some new friends from FABSA, exchanging contacts with them. Usually, I'm an introvert, but there are moments when I find the courage to socialize—maybe it’s triggered by an event or a particular situation. When that happens, I genuinely enjoy myself. I sometimes wish I were an extrovert so I could socialize even more freely.

As the day went on, I noticed one of the beautiful ladies who was signing out. Mustering up my courage, I approached her to say hi and congratulate her on her accomplishments. To my surprise, we ended up having a pleasant conversation, and without feeling pressured, she gave me her phone number and encouraged me to call her. It was such a comfortable interaction that I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement as I walked away.

My morning began with my alarm ringing loudly directly into my ear. I had placed my phone close to my pillow to ensure I wouldn't sleep on for an extra seconds once my alarm rang.
We had a 7:30 AM test, and while I'd studied hard, the early time and long walk to school worried me.
I started my preparation, I rushed, only to have my white shirt get stuck on the door and tear across my stomach as I ran downstairs. I couldn't afford the time to change. After my shirt got torn, I considered going back to my room, but decided against it. I thought it was wiser to be in school with my torn shirt than being late for the test.

I arrived in class, seated and waiting. The teacher didn't show up until about an hour later. After we took the test, I endured mockery from classmates who'd seen the tear in my shirt, joking that I was "
fresh and hadn't studied. But what bothered me most wasn't their teasing; it was the teacher's blatant disregard for our time. The man who was supposed to set the test arriving an hour late had betrayed my trust and my carefully laid plans. I was furious about it and wished I had thd power to confront the adult.

It was supposed to be a smooth day after preparing for a particular exam. I had dedicated about two weeks to studying for this exam. However, leading up to it, we faced some ups and downs, including a supervisor who hadn't properly arranged the exam settings.

Finally, we entered the exam hall, hoping that the delays were the worst part of the experience. But then we faced the reality of the questions. We were terrified, staring at questions that seemed completely unrelated to what we had diligently prepared for.

As we exited the classroom, the atmosphere was heavy with disappointment. Everyone wore either a sad expression or had tears in their eyes. Despite it all, I tried to remain optimistic. When I got home, I took a good dose of sleep, hoping to recharge when I woke and I did.

After my needed sleep, I woke up feeling a little more refreshed, but the weight of the exam lingered in my mind. I decided to call my friend Angie, who had been preparing for the exam alongside me. I needed to hear how she had fared.

When he answered, I could hear the frustration in his voice. "I don't think I've ever felt so unprepared in my life! Those questions were completely off all we read bro", he said.

Maybe I got hungry a little too early that morning, but it was one Saturday I will never forget. I had been trying to read for about half an hour, but my stomach had other plans. It was impossible to concentrate with the hunger gnawing at me. The decision was clear, no food, no reading. So, I decided to walk about 10 minutes to get a plate of beans.

When I arrived, I was relieved to see the place open. It was a popular spot, and people were already lined up, each with their own craving to satisfy. I joined the queue and waited patiently for about 20 minutes, my stomach rumbling in protest. Finally, it was my turn. I paid, got my plate of beans packed in a nylon bag, and turned to leave, already imagining the satisfaction of that first bite.

But life had other ideas. As I took my first few steps, I felt a shift in my hands. Before I could react, the nylon tore. In slow motion, I watched as my food crashed to the ground, beans splattering everywhere. My heart sank. The smell of freshly cooked beans surrounded me, but I was left empty-handed.

I stood there for a moment, crushed, feeling the weight of disappointment. I looked up at the seller, half-expecting her to be angry or dismissive. Instead, though she wasn’t exactly happy, she sighed and gave a small nod of understanding. These kinds of things can happen to anyone. She handed me another plate, and though it wasn’t free, her understanding was everything.

This time, I held onto that nylon like my life depended on it.

My name is Jolaoso Mosopefoluwa. In 2021 ,I was in Ss3.I had all my external examination that year.I started which GCE which ran for two weeks.This was to test how ready I am for Wasce.The result came out and I failed Physics and Chemistry.Proceeded to do mock jamb ,I got 216.Then jamb came and then the unexpected happened.I got 197.I was miserable all through the weekend.I wanted to quit doing science courses in Wasce and Neco.My good friend (Subomi)advised me and tried to console me.In no time,i got over it and faced the remaining exams.I did Neco,then wasce and i made all papers.In December 2021,i did post utme and scored 46%,i wasn't really surprised cause the jamb score didn't boost my morale.I was offered admission to study Applied Zoology since i didn't make the cut off for pharmacy.I didn't give up on my dreams so I applied for another jamb.I got 263 and proceedeed to do post utme and i got admission to study pharmacy.I was so happy and fulfiled.Currently in 300L.Dreams come through.Don't give up on your dreams .Push yourself and fight for what you desire and don't neglect prayer and fasting.You"ll have a testimony soon.Have a lovely weekend guys.

I ran into Cynthia today was an old friend and my former classmate from JSS3. She was my first crush, though I'm not willing to disclose any details about that.
Back then, I had drawn a very beautiful picture of a flower, and to make it special, I wrote Cynthia’s name on it. I brought it to classhappy to show my artwork.

I was quite skilled at drawing, and when I displayed it, my classmates marveled at my creation. However, everything changed when a good friend of mine, a guy in particular, approached the picture. Without asking for my permission, he grabbed it from my hands and rushed over to Cynthia. As he presented the artwork to her, he shouted that I was into her.

Kaii! That moment left me completely speechless. It felt like my heart had stopped for a second.

Cynthia appreciated the picture, but disappointedly, she gently declined to accept it. She claimed her parents would be against it. I didn’t understand her reasoning at the time. To me, it was just a thoughtful gift, a good gesture meant to show my appreciation for her beauty and nothing more. I hadn't pushed for anything romantic; I didn't even accompany the gift with a wish or a declaration of feelings. I was still young and inexperienced, simply wanting to express my admiration.

Reflecting on that moment now, I realize how much I've grown. When I ran into Cynthia recently, it opened my eyes to how naive I had been. Perhaps then, I was just a kid, caught up in the idea of beauty without grasping its complexities. Cynthia was a fair girl, definitely beautiful in her own right, but she was also quite short compared to my preferences these days.

After I completed my JAMB exam in 2020, I received an excellent score, and my aggregate score was perfect. I was eagerly waiting for my admission into my dream course, which was Medicine and Surgery. However, I was disappointed when I received my admission letter and found out that my course had been changed to Anatomy instead of Medical Science.

Despite the change, I accepted the admission and began my studies. During my first year (100 level), I decided to write another JAMB exam because I wanted to pursue my dream career. While many of my classmates were busy buying application forms to switch to different departments, I chose to follow my own path. I relied on my self-inspiration and determination, staying focused on my goals without being influenced by others.

While others were reading just to pass their semester exams, I was actually reading to pass my semester exam and also to deepen my understanding of the field. I immersed myself in textbooks, research papers, and online resources, craving knowledge beyond the curriculum. My passion for medicine grew stronger every day, and I envisioned myself in a white coat, making a difference in people’s lives.

I immersed myself in deep readings, trying also to go and write JAMB that same year. I was willing to write JAMB while also preparing for my semester exams, determined to excel. I attended night classes, rarely slept during the day; my life then revolved entirely around studying. It was a sacrifice I was willing to make, and finally, it paid off.

I never thought of putting this into a story, but today, I am motivated to share it. I am currently in Medicine, now in my 300 level, and God has truly been gracious so far. I used my 100 level experience during the Anatomy course to help me through my critical times in 100 level, drawing strength and lessons from those challenges.