Mindviewers Stories

buying used electronic devices. I prefer the reliability and assurance that comes with brand-new products, knowing they have the full capacity and will last for a long time. However, fate had other plans for me when my power bank suddenly stopped working. It was an emergency, and I had no choice but to find a replacement immediately. I couldn't afford a new one, so I reluctantly settled for a fairly used power bank.

Despite my initial reservations, I found a reasonably priced used power bank. After scrutinizing it for any visible damage, I took the plunge and purchased it. It was a relief to have a power bank in hand again. However, my relief was short-lived.

After just a day of use, it became evident that the power bank's battery capacity had significantly diminished. It struggled to hold a charge and would deplete far too quickly. I couldn't help but feel disappointed. My initial reluctance toward used gadgets felt vindicated. I regretted my decision and wished I had found another solution.

Nevertheless, I had no other choice but to continue using the power bank. Despite its reduced capacity, it still served the basic purpose of charging my devices in times of need. While it wasn't ideal, it was still functional, and for now, that's what mattered the most. I learned a valuable lesson about the risks associated with buying used electronic devices and the importance of thorough inspection before making such purchases. For the time being, my less-than-perfect power bank continues to serve its purpose, teaching me to make the most of what I have.
For an advice. Do not buy any power bank or other electronic device which is fairly used as you might be wasting funds that could serve better purpose.

Today being 1st of June, I came across an unwise customer who after printing his
paper work, ask how much was his bill? which probably his boss was the supposed person to make payment for the paper work.
Boy: Gooday Sir! calling... his boss on phone, I am done with the paper work
and my charged bill is 3,500
Boss: Okay please give the phone to the typist let me ask for a discount
Typist: Goodday sir, you total bill for the job is 3,500 but you can bring 3,000 as your discounted price.
Boss: Thank you, give the phone to my boy.
Boss: Please tell the typist to send the account number or pay the typist the sum of 3,000
Boy: The typist don't receive transfer but you can send to my account let me make transfer to the typist
Boss: Okay just pay the typist and come and collect the cash at home since you can make transfer.......
Boy: okay sir.
Boy: Please typist I have 2500, I will come and balance you the remaining balance tomorrow
Typist: No..... my management won't accept part payment, pay complete, I even gave you people discount and you are telling me that you will give me later, why didn't you tell your boss that your money is not complete, so he can send you the total bill.
Boy: You cause it because you won't accept what I have because I have told my boss I can make transfer, ooooooooooooooo................
Typist: I don't have anything to say pay me my complete bill
Boy: How can I pay you when my cash is not complete and I can't call my boss again.
Typist: That is your business, you better pay me or I will not let you go......
Boy: Agitated, let me call my oga again, calling..................
Boss: You are a stupid fellow, why won't you come and collect it at home or better give me a nearby POS account number , so I can make the transfer:
Boy: I am sorry sir.
Boss: I don't know how you will pay the bill but for your foolishness, trek home and
collect the money.
Boy: Okay sir, trekking and lamenting................. uncultured boss everywhere.

always saw my music box (mp3 player) as the best. it was a limited edition, mind you it wasn't that expensive. when I saw the music box online, I had to quickly call the seller, I didn't have money, except for the few pennies left.

I needed a music box, it fills in the mood when its boring, it keeps the room lively and moreover, it entertains a visitor rather than a quiet atmosphere. There were many things that I needed a music box for and it wasn't a bad or reckless expense to me.

until I got the music box in my hands did I realize that it had not a good bass, it wasn't up to size to what I saw on the picture displayed online. But then, it had some unique features also, it's battery lasted extraordinarily more than the regular and it had this spectacular display of light display when on. I had to content myself with the its good side

Well, I assumed myself a contented, but deep down, I knew that I had made a bad choice ordering a product that wasn't tested and trusted, all for wanting to stand out. Till now, I am yet to know the name of the music box that I bought with my innocent money.

Two days ago, I visited a friend and he had this Zealot speaker. I stood in awe as the room lit up in the most energetic uproar of its bass.
It left me to know that its always better to go for things that have already been tested and proven good than going for something you have no knowledge about.

As for my own music box, it is still serving its purpose though.

I was visiting a construction site one day when I saw a group of men standing outside, looking hopeful. They were clearly looking for work, and I could sense their desperation. One of them approached me, a tall, lanky man with a kind face. He introduced himself as Ayo and explained that they had been coming to the site for days, hoping to get hired for a day's work.

As we chatted, Ayo shared a heartbreaking truth. "Some days, we go back home hungry if there's no job," he said, his eyes cast downward. I was taken aback by his honesty and felt compassion. Without thinking, I reached into my pocket and pulled out 5,000 naira. "Here, take this," I said, handing it to Ayo.

But what happened next surprised me. Ayo took only 1,000 naira from the money and handed the rest to his friends. "We share what little we have," he explained with a smile. I was amazed by their selflessness and generosity, especially in the face of such hardship.

Despite their struggles, they had not lost their humanity or their sense of community. And in that moment, I realized that sometimes, it's the small acts of kindness that can make the biggest impact.

From that day on, I made it a point to always carry some extra cash with me, hoping to encounter more people like Ayo and his friends, who reminded me that even in the toughest times, people with a good heart exist.

Reflecting on my journey into the world of book reviewing, I can't help but chuckle at my initial assumptions. I had thought it would be a breeze, and I didn't see the value in undergoing any training for it. After all, what was there to it besides catching a few typos and grammatical errors, right? How hard could it be?

In my naivety, I smugly thought that reviewing books would involve nothing more than skimming through the pages and nitpicking at errors. Little did I know that I was about to embark on a comical journey of enlightenment.

It was a somewhat humbling experience when I decided to casually read a tutorial article on book reviewing. Flipping through the pages, I was caught off guard by the sheer depth and complexity of the process. Reviewing books wasn't just about proofreading - it involved a myriad of skills and sensitivities that I had never even considered.

I realized that it entailed spotting intricate phrasal errors, recognizing inappropriate and vulgar content, and even detecting plagiarism. The idea of having to read the same book three times for thorough analysis left me feeling a bit overwhelmed. Suddenly, my casual blase attitude towards book reviewing morphed into a comical concoction of awe and respect for the professionals in the field.

In a strange turn of events, I found myself enrolling in a course for book reviewing. Despite my initial skepticism, I plunged headfirst into the material, eager to absorb all the knowledge it had to offer. What I discovered was that this seemingly straightforward task was, in fact, a craft that demanded years of expertise and experience.

As I delved deeper into the course, I was astounded by the depth and intricacy of the art of book reviewing. I learned to appreciate the nuances, the subtleties, and the complexities that I had dismissed so carelessly in the past.

The course opened my eyes to a whole new world of understanding and appreciation for literature, and it even extended beyond the realm of reviewing. It taught me to approach texts with a different perspective, and my writing skills improved as I developed my ability to analyze and critique.

As I stood by and watched, three men were hard at work, each with their own task in the daunting mission of bringing down this towering presence in our community.

One of the men was fervently digging out the soil around the roots of the Palm tree, his face contorted with concentration and effort. The second was perched up on a higher ground, cutting off the root branches that extended further. Meanwhile, the third man skillfully tied a sturdy rope around the base of the palm tree's stem, making sure it was secure and tight.

At first, it seemed like a straightforward and easy job, with the men methodically and confidently going about their tasks. But as the minutes turned into an hour, it became evident that this was no easy feat. I found myself drawn closer to the scene, curious as to what was causing the delay.

Upon closer inspection, I discovered that the stubborn roots were putting up a fierce fight, bouncing back the blades of the tools and resisting the men's efforts to sever them. It was a testament to the resilience and strength of nature, and I couldn't help but be startled at how stubborn the tree was.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the men dropped their tools and gathered around the rope. They began to chant in unison, their voices mixing in unison of ridiculous and determined phrases, as they pulled forcefully on the rope at intervals of three seconds.

The tree began to sway, and for a moment, it seemed as if it was taunting the men with its refusal to fall. But on the seventh pull, with one final heave, the giant palm tree yielded to the relentless efforts of the men. With a deafening crack, it crashed to the ground, shaking the earth and filling the air with the scent of freshly severed wood.

Once upon a time, in the bustling city of Metropia, there lived a man named Gregory Greedmore. Gregory was known far and wide for his insatiable greed and ruthless business tactics. He owned a chain of factories that produced widgets, the latest technological marvels that everyone in Metropia simply had to have. Gregory's factories churned out widgets day and night, with little regard for the environment or the well-being of his workers. He paid them meager wages, cut corners on safety measures, and ignored complaints about the hazardous conditions in his factories. Despite his immense wealth, Gregory always wanted more. He would often be heard saying, "There's no such thing as too much money!" His mansion was a testament to his greed, filled with lavish furniture, priceless art pieces, and a garage full of luxury cars.
One day, a young inventor named Alice approached Gregory with a revolutionary idea for a new type of widget that would be more efficient and environmentally friendly. Excited by the potential profits, Gregory struck a deal with Alice, promising her a small percentage of the profits in exchange for her idea. As soon as the new widget hit the market, it became an instant success. People loved its efficiency and eco-friendly design. Sales skyrocketed, and Gregory's wealth grew even more But as time went on, Alice noticed that she was not receiving the promised share of the profits. When she confronted Gregory, he brushed her off, claiming that the contract was not specific enough and that she was lucky to have received anything at all.
Feeling betrayed and cheated, Alice decided to take matters into her own hands. She filed a lawsuit against Gregory, citing breach of contract and demanding her fair share of the profits.The case garnered widespread attention, and soon, the truth about Gregory's greed and unethical business practices came to light. His reputation was tarnished, and his factories faced boycotts from consumers who were appalled by his disregard for workers' rights and environmental sustainability. In the end, Gregory lost the lawsuit and was forced to pay a hefty settlement to Alice. His empire crumbled as consumers turned to more ethical companies for their widgets, leaving Gregory a cautionary tale of the perils of unchecked

Heading to pick up my laptop from the repair shop was like going on a mission. I'd been without it for days, and I couldn't wait to have it back. I was pumped to catch up on work and chat with my friends online. It was going to be awesome.

But as I walked down the street, I noticed some sketchy-looking people hanging around. They seemed like trouble, and I got this uneasy feeling in my gut. I clutched my bag tighter, feeling a bit nervous.

Then, one of them stepped in front of me with a mean grin. He demanded I give them my stuff. My heart raced as I realized they were trying to rob me!

I tried to walk past them, but they surrounded me, blocking my way. I knew they wanted my laptop with everything in it, and I wasn't about to let them take it.

So, I swung my bag at one of them and took off running. They chased after me through the streets, but I was determined to keep my laptop safe.

Finally, I made it to the repair shop, out of breath but relieved. I grabbed my laptop and walked away, feeling grateful to have escaped without any harm. It was like something out of a movie, but I was just glad to have my laptop back in my hands.

I went to Onitsha on a hot, sunny morning, ready to install some light bulbs in a fancy two-story house. The journey was supposed to be smooth, but it wasn't. The roads were rough, full of bumps and holes, and the traffic was crazy tight.

Getting bulbs in the market was another headache. It was packed with stalls, people shouting prices, and everyone trying to get a deal. It felt like being lost in a jungle.

After ages, I finally got the bulbs and made it to the client's house. It was impressive, standing alive and proud despite the chaos of the city. But the job wasn't a piece of cake. Trust me, I came there prepared for wiring and installation, so no dulling.

Despite the mess, I stuck with it. Slowly, the house started lighting up, and it felt good to see it come to life. Finishing up, I felt proud. Despite the rough journey and market madness, I got the job done. At the end of the day , I was happy, knowing I'd made someone's home a bit brighter.

I needed to visit the bank today to sort out some urgent issues, and I had planned to leave before 11 am. However, as luck would have it, I found myself running late and scrambling to be ready to leave by 1:23 pm.

I hurriedly made my way to where I could get a tricycle (keke) to transport me to the bank. Although I had to pay a small fortune for the ride, it was the quickest option at the time.

Upon reaching the bank, I was surprised to be welcomed and attended to promptly. Despite the initial hurdles, the staff worked efficiently, and I was able to resolve my matters in less than three hours. It was a relief to have everything sorted, despite the time it took.

However, the cost of transportation back home was another blow. I couldn't believe that for a 15-minute journey, I had to pay another hefty sum to the keke driver. It made me reflect on the fact that these drivers, often underestimated, earn much more than many government workers. It was an eye-opening realization.

Finally, I returned home safely, albeit with a pounding headache, the result of the stress and the long hours out. All in all, it wasn't a bad day.

The familiar hum of electricity was missing, and a sense of unease settled over me. I glanced out the window and saw that the entire neighborhood was shrouded in darkness. A total blackout. My mind raced as I wondered how long it would last and how we would manage without power.

Two days passed, and the neighborhood had transformed into a silent, eerie landscape. With everyone's phones drained of power, the need to find a charging station became urgent. A few of us banded together and set out on a mission to find a place to recharge our phones. After searching for what seemed like hours, we stumbled upon a small hotel nestled at the edge of the neighborhood. Without a second thought, we hurried inside, desperate for access to electricity.

To our surprise, the staff didn't seem to mind as we huddled around the nearest available outlet, plugging in our phones. As the battery indicators began to climb, we were greeted by a friendly waitress who seemed genuinely intrigued by our sudden appearance. The prospect of being discovered made us uneasy, and we braced ourselves for the inevitable request to leave.

However, our fears quickly vanished as the waitress inquired about our needs and how we could support the hotel. Flustered and caught off guard, we mumbled about only needing to charge our phones and leaving as soon as they were juiced up. Embarrassed by our seemingly freeloading behavior, we realized we had unfairly imposed on the hotel. Immediately, she looked at us, nodded, and assured us that it was okay.

Some days, I am just tempted to do things because I find them funny, and other times I do them because I am concerned about the attention or care I'd get from the recipient.

It can be a bad idea. If not terrible.

Some months ago, my sister and I decided to go to the main market for provisions and other stuff we might or will be needing. There are many shops close to the house, but from experience, we were so sure we will get those things at a lesser price if we buy them at the market.

When we got to the main market, we stopped at a plastic shop to get a bucket, and I tipped my sister on what I wanted to do. She encouraged it. Some days, we don't need sisters. Oh, I am kidding. 😄

I took the bucket which I was interested in, walked a bit inside the shop - it was a large building, and we looked around for the shop owner.

Detecting the owner of the shop, I waved as a form of greeting. She voiced out her greeting and asked me if that's all I wanted.

I demonstrated that I needed a plate and a spoon. Anytime I ask for something, and she gives me another thing, I'll make a crying sound and turn to my sister to explain.

The woman later realized that "I don't talk," so she also started demonstrating.

When I was done buying, I decided to ask for the total price.

"Ma, how much is everything?" I asked and waited for her response.

She didn't say a word to me. She was actually dumbfounded...in her mind, what could she be thinking?

The Deaf Boy!

One fateful day, catastrophe struck. My loyal charger, which had faithfully powered my phone for so long, went missing without a trace. Panic came in as I checked every part of my house, hoping to find it. Unfortunately, it was nowhere to be located.

With my phone's battery draining and no charger in sight, I set out to buy a replacement. Filled with determination and a sense of urgency, I set out into the crowded streets, trekking through a series of shops and vendors in search of a way out.

Eager to reclaim the seamless charging experience I once knew, I set out to procure my own Samsung charger. However, upon reaching the store, I was met with a harsh reality: the price far exceeded my expectations. Shocked and disheartened, I reluctantly left the store, my dreams of a reliable charger slipping through my fingers.

I went into many stores, each offering a solution to my charging issues. However, with each purchase, my hopes decreased as the chargers proved to be unsuitable replacements for my beloved missing charger. They were slow and inefficient, and some even caused my phone to overheat, which was a nightmare I could not handle.

As I walked away from the store, feelings of frustration and disappointment weighed heavy on my heart. Nonetheless, I refused to be defeated by a mere charger.

I vowed to continue my search, whether through saving up for the charger or exploring alternative avenues. For the journey to reliable charging was far from over, and I was determined to see it through to the end.

The buzz of the clippers masked the other customers' conversation as I sat in the chair at the barbershop. I kept a close eye on the barber as he skillfully cut my long hair into a smooth, low cut while I observed in the mirror. I felt like a weight was being lifted off my shoulders with each pass of the clippers, both physically and metaphorically. It was a symbolic moment, letting go of the past to welcome the present.

I couldn't resist feeling the freshly cut hair with my hand while the barber was finishing up. At first, it felt weird since it was so unlike anything I was used to, but there was also a liberating quality about it. I felt a rush of confidence come over me as I paid the barber and ventured out onto the busy street. It seemed as though I had let go of previous uncertainties and fears along with my hair.

I couldn't help but notice the looks people gave me as I walked home. While some expressed astonishment and others curiosity, I maintained my composure and smiled slightly. It was wonderful to reject expectations and welcome change without hesitation. I felt like the finest version of myself, free from expectations and conventions from society, with every step.

When I opened the door after returning home, my living room's well-known sights and sounds welcomed me. However, there was a noticeable difference, like though energy was popping in the air. I couldn't help but smile when I saw myself in the corridor mirror. The individual gazing back at me was unfamiliar, but at the same time, incredibly recognizable. It was me, but a brave, fearless me willing to accept change and venture into what lay ahead. And even as I stood there, I knew that I was prepared to take on whatever lay ahead of me.

I never quite thought it would happen, but there I was, my earpiece missing. The culprit was none other than my so-called friend, who, in a moment of carelessness, had pocketed my cherished music-listening companion. I couldn't help but feel a pang of betrayal as I realized what had transpired. Music was my solace, my refuge, and now it was cruelly snatched away.

With my heart filled with a strange mix of annoyance and longing, I embarked on a quest to replace my stolen earpiece. I headed to the market, hoping to find a like-for-like replacement. What I found there, however, was not what I had expected. The once affordable earpieces were now priced at an astonishing 3,000 to 4,000 Naira, a stark contrast to the 500 to 1,000 Naira they used to be.

The shock of the price hike didn't deter me. I needed my music, and I was willing to fight for it. Music was an essential part of my daily routine. A day without music felt like a day without color, a day without energy. Walking to school, returning home, and spending solitary evenings, music was my constant companion.

In the end, I made a decision. Ignoring the steep cost, I purchased a new earpiece. As I walked away from the market clutching the small package, a sense of contentment washed over me. Sure, I might have expended my last card on this impulsive buy, and perhaps it wasn't the most prudent decision. But as I plugged in the new earpiece and lost myself in the melody of my favorite songs, all doubts vanished.

I almost collapse without even knowing it today, today Saturday happens to be the day I take orders for my business, am a great dealer of UNISEX COLLECTIONS AND HUMAN HAIR WIGS respectfully supplying to Wholesalers and users all over Nigeria including ghana, it happens that one of my buyers wanted to buy goods although not much goods, h e ordered for clothes up to 12,800 and send me a blank receipt of payment to confirm, when I looked sth teh reciept, i discovered that there's no credentials on it, completely blank no trace no name, i saw the money yeah its reflecting in my Opay balance because i happens to hse Opay account to receive the payment and on seeing the successful transaction, I was kinda startled and started asking my friends and customers about the transaction which was reviewed to be SCAM all my money will be wiped out if they succeed and it's my order day , the day i receive orders, I literally lost it instantly started looking for solution, I logged back into my Opay account to try moving the money to a different bank account but it kept showing that I have reached my daily limit which I don't know how it's possible, my daily credit limit is 200k and i haven't even spent up to 70k today. 🥺🥺
I became more startled, was literally shaking seeking for help, some of my friends and customers told me to relax to avoid heart attack or something even worse but I just can't it's business I just struggle to rise all by myself with nobody's help, still trying to move the money to s different account but up to no avail, "maybe i should just wait till 12am" or i should block my account " this is the only thing on my head right now, "GOD ABEG I TAKE GOD BEG YOU" is the only words coming out of my mouth
Up till now am still thinking of what next step to take

I set out with my friend Ella with just a single penny left in our pockets. It had been a long and exhausting day, and the thought of cooking even the simplest meal felt like an insurmountable challenge. We simply couldn't muster the energy nor the will to cook, so we decided to use our last bit of money to buy some ready-made food.

We made our way to our usual food spot only to find it closed, leaving us feeling quite disheartened. Neither of us fancied the idea of resorting to junk food, so we decided to stroll down the street to see if there was another place still open. We walked quite a distance until we finally stumbled upon a different food vendor.

To our surprise, this new place had their prices much cheaper than our usual spot. It was like a small miracle had occurred. We bought our already-made food and to our delight, we still had some change left over after the purchase.

As we sat down to enjoy our meal, the worries and stress of the day seemed to melt away. We marveled at how a seemingly simple excursion had turned out to be such a fulfilling and uplifting experience. It was a powerful reminder that sometimes, things work out even better than we expected.

It was a typical day as I went to work, tackled my tasks and with all diligence, and eagerly anticipated the evening's plans with my friends. As the sun began its descent, I joined my friends at their favorite hangout spot, ready for a night of laughter and camaraderie.

Unknowingly my younger brother, Chukwudi, had found himself in an unexpected predicament earlier that day. While walking home from school, he encountered a group of troublemakers in the atmosphere of fear . Chukwudi's heart raced as they surrounded him, demanding his phone.

With a surge of adrenaline, he refused to comply, unwilling to part with his prized possession. The tension escalated as the ringleader stepped forward, his menacing demeanor sending shivers down Chukwudi's spine. However, luck seemed to be on his side as a passerby intervened, dispersing the would-be assailants before any harm could be done.

While all that was happening I and my friends reveled in the joy of each other's company, unaware of the turmoil brewing in Chukwudi's world. Laughter filled the air as they shared stories and indulged in carefree banter, cherishing the bonds that bound them together.

As the night wore on, my phone rang with an urgent message from my frantic parents, informing me of Chukwudi's unpleasant encounter. Shock and concern washed over me, quickly followed by a wave of relief as I learned of his safety. Without hesitation, I excused myself from the gathering, my thoughts consumed by the well-being of my brother.

Rushing home, i found Chukwudi shaken but unharmed. I enveloped him in a reassuring embrace, grateful for his safety and resilience in the face of danger. Together, we recounted the events of the day, finding solace in each other's presence and the unwavering support of our family.

In that condition I observed that my relationship with my brother has been strengthened and united by a newfound appreciation for each other's well-being. Though the day had taken an unexpected turn, it served as a poignant reminder of the importance of vigilance, resilience, and the enduring power of familial love.

John woke up to the blaring of his alarm clock, signaling the start of what he hoped would be a productive day. As a freelance graphic designer, he had a big presentation scheduled with a potential client who seemed promising. John had poured hours of work into perfecting his pitch and creating mock-ups to showcase his skills.

However, as the day progressed, things took a turn for the worse. His morning commute was delayed due to unexpected road construction, making him late for his first meeting. Despite his best efforts to catch up, the rest of the day seemed to spiral out of control.

The presentation with the potential client didn't go as planned. Despite John's enthusiasm and preparation, the client seemed unimpressed and hesitant to commit. They raised numerous concerns and suggested significant changes to John's designs, leaving him feeling disappointed and disheartened.

To make matters worse, John's computer crashed halfway through the afternoon, causing him to lose several hours of work. Frantically trying to recover his files, he missed several important emails from other clients, resulting in missed deadlines and frustrated customers.

By the time John finally made it home, he was exhausted both mentally and physically. He sank into his couch, feeling defeated and wondering if his freelance career was worth the constant disappointments. However, as he reflected on the day, John reminded himself that setbacks were part of the journey and resolved to keep pushing forward, knowing that success often came after overcoming adversity. With renewed determination, he vowed to tackle the challenges of tomorrow with a positive mindset and unwavering perseverance.