Mindviewers Stories

The Dark Highway

In rural Texas, there existed a stretch of highway known as "Dead Man's Curve." The locals avoided it, whispering tales of unexplained occurrences and gruesome discoveries.

One stormy night, Sarah, a college student, drove home from a late-night study session. As she approached Dead Man's Curve, her GPS led her astray. The darkness seemed to swallow her whole.

Suddenly, her car sputtered and died. Sarah coasted to the side of the road, getting out to investigate. The wind howled, and rain pounded against her skin.

A figure emerged from the darkness – tall, imposing, with eyes glowing like embers. Sarah tried to scream, but her voice was lost in the storm.

The figure beckoned her toward an old, abandoned diner nearby. Sarah's feet moved involuntarily, as if drawn by an unseen force.

Inside, the diner was dimly lit, with tables set as if awaiting customers. The figure vanished, replaced by a low, raspy voice:

"Welcome to the last stop. You'll never leave."

Sarah discovered she was trapped, with no phone signal or escape. The voice continued:

"You'll join the others, forever stuck on this highway, reliving their final moments."

As Sarah panicked, the diner began to shift and distort, like a funhouse mirror. She stumbled upon a room filled with old photographs – images of people who had vanished on Dead Man's Curve.

Sarah realized she was doomed to join them.

The next morning, police found Sarah's car, abandoned and covered in mud. She was never seen again.

Locals whispered that on stormy nights, Sarah's screams echoed through Dead Man's Curve, forever trapped in the abyss of the Dark Highway.

I remember it like it was yesterday, We were having those annoying electric issues on our street, and I decided to find a way around it. Knowing my friend had lived in a region where there's slightly a notice of their ever steady light flickering, I figured it would be a great solution to go boost up there. I headed over to his place to drop it off so it could get charged up while we dealt with the blackout back home.

After some time, I returned to get my power bank, and to my surprise, I realized it was already full and it hadn’t even been up to two hours yet!
Normally, my power bank, which had a capacity of 50,000 mAh, would take at least five hours to charge using my usual charger. I looked at the charger my friend had used- 120 watts was written boldly on it, replacing its brand name.

The next time I returned to my friend’s place, I noticed that his own power bank had already spoilt; he had no use for the charger anymore. But one thing he didnt do was mention the possibility that his powerbank might have been damaged by the 120 watts charger.

Curious, I decided to take the charger for myself and headed into school where I had concluded to spend some time on my book, and now I could read and also charge even more faster.

Excitedly, I plugged it in and innocently, it started charging my power bank. But to my dismay, the Digital display was showing no sign of life the next minute.
I tried everything personally possible to revitalise the life in it but all was futile.

So yesterday, it was mad hot, and I was just hanging out in the sun waiting for my practicals, feeling like I was about to faint. I hadn’t even eaten since morning because, you know, broke life. Then out of nowhere, one of my guys messaged me, saying I should buy food from this girl he knows. I just looked at my empty pocket and ignored it, thinking, is this guy really serious? No way I’m spending anything I don’t have.

Then he messaged again, saying he’d cover the bill. I thought he was just joking until, boom, I saw a credit alert. This guy actually sent me money! That excitement that comes with an unexpected alert, you know? I got energized real quick, but I had to wait for practicals to end before making a move.

As soon as we finished, I went straight to the girl’s hostel for my lunch. The food was fresh, hot, and everything I needed at that moment. I didn’t even rush it; I just sat down and enjoyed every bite. Life isn’t so bad, especially when you have people looking out for you in small but meaningful ways.

I was jejely using my earpiece when my friebd approached to borrow it. When I handed her the earpiece, she looked at it and smiled, saying she could use it for her call. It felt okay at first, but as time went on, her call stretched longer than I expected. Thirty minutes went by, and I started to feel a bit worried. I couldn’t believe I had to wait that long just to get my earpiece back.

When she finally returned it to me, something felt off. I noticed the earpiece was shaky now. I was confused and thought, how come what I just gave to her was shaky after the few minutes I left it for her. I didn’t understand what could have happened during that time. I just held on to it tightly, hoping it would somehow fix itself.

When I got home, I plugged the earpiece into my phone, but no luck. It still had problems. I sat there for a moment, feeling a mix of confusion and frustration. Should I be upset with my friend for something that was maybe her fault? Or should I just accept that the earpiece was broken, all because of a long phone call?
I loved that earpiece as I no get money for earpods.

Mrs Rachel couldn't' believe her eyes after seeing her husband but her main concern at that moment was her daughter . She hugged Tina and ignored Mr Raymond who remained speechless immediately after he saw his wife.

"Oh God, thank you so much. Welcome pastor. Mrs Catherine said with so much excitement and hugged her daughter.

Where have you been my darling, you make me feel so worried. Am sorry i know you left the house because i couldn't give you the money you asked for. Mrs Rachel said looking into her daughter's eyes. and what happened to your head, why do you tighten your head with bandages?.
Tina feel bad when she heard her mother apologising to her. She don't know how her mother is going to react after she would tell her what happened to her. Tears streamed down her face.
Rachel, nothing we human beings can do, God did it and we give him the praise. Hallelujah!!!
And also, Thanks to this my brother here, Mr Raymond Pastor Drill said gesturing towards where Mr Raymond was.
Mrs Rachel countenance changed when the pastor said the last statement. She was trying to avoid Mr Raymond not to have anything to do with him.

Ermmm I think......

Rachel? Mr Raymond called interrupting pastor Drill when he saw how Mrs Rachel was acting as if she don't know him.

Tina, pastor Drill face Mr Raymond when they heard him called Rachel.

"Do you know her?" Pastor Drill asked Mr Raymond but he don't really know what to say.

Rachel, do you know him? Pastor Drill turned and asked her.
Tears roll down from Mrs Rachel eyes. They sight of Mr Raymond make her to remember what she went through after his disappearance. I don't want to set my eyes on you Raymond ,leave my house now because we won't like what will happen if you don't. I don't want to see you. "Leave my house' Mrs Rachel barked at Mr Raymond angrily.
I don't know how you people met and I don't want to know, just leave here now.

Please Rachel I can explain, please. I look for you everywhere but it seems you disappear from the earths surface. Please just listen to me. Mr Raymond pleaded with her but Mrs Rachel ignored him and turned her attention to the pastor.

Wait first, do you know him? Pastor Drill asked Mrs Rachel.

Sh..she's is my wife pastor.

What!!
Pastor Drill exclaim

Yes sir. Please help me talk to her. Its a long story. Mr Raymond and immediately fall on his knees and started pleading with Mrs Rachel to forgive her.

Mom,is he my Father ?Tina summoned the courage and asked her mother the question she was scared of asking.

That's your father my daughter. He's the one who ran away leaving us to suffer. I don't even know what wrong I do to him that makes him ran away with no trace and suddenly appear from no where. I don't want to see him.she said and enter the house leaving them standing outside.

"What really happened my brother?" Why do you leave your family? Pastor Drill asked

As I said, its a long story sir, I was deceived by a friend who later sold me out. Please help me talk to her, my life hasn't been the same since I left her. I really need her forgiveness.please talk to her sir because i know she will listen to you. Mr Raymond said to pastor Drill sounding remorseful.

For how long have you been away?.

15 years sir.
Are you serious now? Pastor Drill trying to understand what he was hearing.

Yes pastor, that's why I said its a long story.

Well, I think you have to tell her what happened and why you ra.........
Pastor Drill was interrupted by a call on his phone.

He picked the call and it's was Cynthia and told her that Tina has been found, and she should come to the house.

After the call ended, pastor Drill asked Mr Raymond to follow him inside the house, for them to plead with Mrs Rachel to see if she can find a place in her heart to forgive him.

They both entered the parlour of Mrs Rachel and found her sobbing bitterly. Tina was touched, she became more afraid as of what will be her mother's reaction if she tell her that she engaged into Drug dealers.

She walked slowly to where her mother was sitting, she knelt in front of her and joined her mother in crying.

When I woke up very early in the morning. I was so excited because today was a special day! I had written a story, and I was going to get some money from it after staying awake the ladt night to place a withdrawal. I couldn’t wait for the money to come at 2 PM.

All morning, I thought about what I wanted to do with the money. I wanted to cook delicious food, it had been over 4 days since I had a proper food, been surviving on concoction all along. When the clock finally hit on 2 PM, I looked at my phone and behold the alert! My face was lit in visible joy.

I quickly wrote down a list of things I needed to buy from the store, these days, without making a list first, you might end up buying only a bottle of oil with all your money.
I went to the grocery store. When I got there, everything was a little bit expensive, but I remembered that I could buy the things I wanted because I had won the money. I had to add extra money to the one i won, but I couldn't complain, can I?

I got home and immediately started setting up things to make my long awaited meal as I sang happily all through.
Today was fulfilling all because of you all who engage my posts, and I say a very big thank you to you all.

Today, as I sat down to think, my mind kept going back to my use-to-be friend. I had been feeling really fond of her lately, and our friendship was growing stronger with each passing day. We laughed together, shared secrets, and enjoyed each other's company. It felt wonderful, and I was excited about where our friendship was heading.

But then, something unexpected happened. One day, she started talking about boundaries. She joked about how my calls were getting to be too much. At first, I thought she was just making a funny comment, but deep down, it bothered me.
I tend to take words seriously and always looking for meaning in what people say.

As a good friend, I decided to write her a long message to explain how I felt about the statement she made, I wanted her to know that everyone is different, and I just call her because she’s my friend and I care about her plainly.

When I sent the message, I was hoping for understanding. But her response surprised me. She sent me a sticker that seemed playful, almost as if she didn’t really take my well composed long writeup seriously.
I felt my stomach biting me in disappointment. Since that day, it’s been over three weeks, and I’ve kept my distance from her.

We used to talk often, but now our conversations are different. It was hard to pull though but not when someone I call a friend take me for granted.
She had apologised three times now but I am never letting us go back to the way we used to before.
How was she expecting me to feel when she made that statement.

I decided it was finally time to put on my sneakers and get on the field and jog.
My class people had organised a little jogging get together just to rekindle the relationship among us students.
I convinced one of my friends to join me, and we started with a slow pace jog.

But fate had other plans. On my second lap back, I misstepped and stumbled over a stone. It caught me off guard, and I felt a sharp pain on my left toe. When I looked down and removed my left shoe, blood was gushing from my king-toe, and for a moment, all I could think was why it chose to happen just while I was having a little fun, But despite the pain and the frustration, I refused to let it get the better of me.

I took a deep breath and remembered why I had come out there in the first place. I didnt want to end the little fun that had just started because of a little setback After cleaning up the wound, I got back on the track, even happier, I can't let my enemies triumph.

A long time ago, by then I had just concluded my secondary school education, my mum who is a policewoman bought me a phone, and the phone almost landed me in serious trouble. By then, is wasn't working yet, I was always at home sleeping, eating, watching TV, and pressing my phone. The power supply wasn't stable in that region so I had to look for where to charge whenever my phone was almost running out of battery.

On this fateful day, I went to charge my phone in a barbing salon, I went there to meet other people charging, I plugged my phone too. Few minutes after, a lady that went outside, came back inside and complained that her phone has been stolen right where I was sitting with three other girls. We helped her search for the phone but couldn't find it, she accused the three of us of stealing the phone.

She went outside, and after a couple of minutes, she returned with policemen to arrest the three of us who sat there, we were taken as suspect to the station for interrogation. I called my mum, but she said that she won't be able to come immediately, when it was 4pm in the evening, the DPO asked the policemen to lock the three of us in the cell. Fear gripped me, I never imagined that such a day would ever come.

Few minutes after we were thrown into the cell, my mum who is a policewoman finally came, and exercised her power as a force person and I was released immediately, leaving the other two girls in cell. The other two girls were released the next day, after it was discovered that the girl who claimed her phone was missing, misplaced the phone outside the place we were charging, none of the three of us were responsible for it.

Although the phone was tracked and recovered, she was also made to spend a night in the cell for wrongfully accusing us. Since then, I always feel reluctant to go to somebody's shop and charge my phone, even till today, it could have been worse for me back then if my mum wasn't a policewoman. I'll rather pay money to charge than look for free spot where I'll hang around, that cell wasn't a nice place to behold.

There is this compound we used to live in, it was a rented apartment, my mother, father and my siblings all lived there together. At first when we moved into the compound, my mother was so free with the landlord and his family who were our church members, she will stroll to her house any day she's at home and have a fun chat with them. I can even remember a day I wasn't feeling fine, she told me to go and help the landlord to move some trips of sand with a shovel. There was this close, and I really liked it.

But everything suddenly changed when I was away for four months in school, when I returned home, I noticed that my mother no longer goes to check on our landlord's family, and she didn't seem to be in good terms with them. She wouldn't even let me go there for any reason, I asked my siblings, but they said nothing happened, I wondered why everything suddenly changed. I didn't like it. The landlord had one male and three female children, they didn't look healthy and fit to do heavy task because of their poor genotype and blood group.

The landlord needs external help at times to get some tasks done, but my mum for reasons I don't know disallows it. There was a time that the daughter was having a convocation ceremony and invited me, I offered to assist in the little way I could, but my mum tried to stop me, I refused to let myself be stopped, I helped her out. At some point, I helped out anyway without taking permission from my mum, because I knew she won't approve. I refused to let myself be involved in whatever ever hidden dispute they have.

Life has to be simple, I can't let what you think or feel about others stop me from associating with them. My good deeds paid off, there's a time my laptop had an issue, it was the son who is a computer engineer that fixed my laptop for free, the parents bless me with money and other items every time I travel back to school, there is a time my landlord happened to be driving to the state where I school for his business, he asked me to join him and he drove me straight to my house in school, transport fare of 10k was saved. I once had a little issue in school, the son used to be a student in my school, so he called someone to assist me.

So many other favours gained, the relationship is good. No one knows where the future will take us, so it's an error to dislike someone without a reason, humans are supposed to look after each other, that's the only way a better world can be created. So many instances where I've heard people say negative things about people, but on getting close to the people that negative things is being spoken about, I discover that it's quite the opposite and they are much more nicer than their accusers. You look and care after each other, because it's natural and biblical, you might need their help tomorrow. Don't believe every negative things said about people, most of them are lies. From experience.

There is a time I visited my aunty and went with her to a PTA meeting at her son's school, I didn't want to stay alone at home, so I decided to follow her to the meeting. My aunty have been emphasizing on how necessary and important it is for her to be in the PTA meeting, that she needs to address some issues that have been going on for a while, I had no idea what it was. The school was one of the biggest schools in town, with primary and secondary levels with boarding facility inclusive.

Her son was about 2 years old, and in the nursery class. The meeting kicked off in earnest, parents tabled their complains, but the biggest complain of all was by the corner. My aunty raised up her hand and complained about how her son doesn't ever return home with any remaining food in his lunch box, she said that she puts much food than her son can finish in the box, but yet he never returns home with any. She said that she suspects that the teacher eats her son's food.

She presented her evidence; she said that she decided to intentionally put an undone meat with bones in it that was still very strong in her son's lunch box, knowing too well that the little boy couldn't chew a strong meat that has bone, but still, the boned meat could not be found in the lunch box when the boy got home, it was empty, not even the fragments of the bone was found. How on earth???!!! The woman was sure the teacher ate it. Another parent stood up to say that his little child in the same class usually says that their teacher goes round with her plate when they are eating to scoop a portion of each of their food to eat.

The parent didn't believe the kid, because he thought the child was just saying it, but after what my aunty just said, he believed it's true. Reactions sparked up, the proprietress asked the teacher to stand, the teacher was a grown woman which I guess should be in her late 40s, the look on her face confirmed that she's guilty, she couldn't denied and nodded her head in shame to confirm that the accusations is true. The parents reacted angrily, yelling at the woman, my aunty was raged, she has been waiting a long time to expose this teacher.

It was added that the woman doesn't come to school with food, because she eats from the children in her class everyday, perhaps depriving the little kids of the good meal they are supposed to have. The proprietress addressed the issue and assured the parents that the teacher will no longer be in the nursery section, she was transferred to the primary section where pupils eat on their own. She was queried, and her salary for a month wasn't paid. I was shocked oh, very shocked, things are happening.

My siblings and I went to visit our grandmother in her village. Whrn it was alrwady evening and the moon was shown a little of its head making everything look warm. Granny, abii grandma ordered that we come around for dinner

After we ate dinner, Grandma looked at us and said- Why don’t you all come sleep in my room tonight?
My siblings' eyes lit up with joy. I thought it was a great idea too, even though I pretended to be grown-up about it. We moved our pillows and blankets into her big room, excited to be close together.

When we were all settled in, my siblings started asking the old lady to tell them a story.
I wanted them to be quiet and sleep instead, so i tried to instruct them to sleep, like a responsible older sibling wey I be. But Grandma just smiled and said- Oh, let them be..

She sat in her chair, and we all focused on her. Grandma began to tell a story about a magical animal kingdom srory. My siblings listened carefully, their eyes wide with excitement, if it was to learn their book, they won't give that kind of attention. I tried to act like an adult and not show how much I enjoyed it, but soon I couldn't help myself. The story was so good!

As she told the story, I found myself laughing and getting lost in the adventure along with my siblings. It felt nice to be a child again.

I was determined to be serious in school today so I woke up early and got to school by 8:00 AM. I was so eager to make a difference today because we had a class that was supposed to start at 8:30 AM. I thought I would be very serious and ready to learn.

When I got to our classroom, I saw many of my friends outside. They looked confused. I joined them and found out that some students in 200-level were using our classroom! We all had to wait outside because they were not done yet.

I waited and waited with my friends. The time for our class came, but our lecturer did not come. We looked at the clock, and it was already 8:40 AM, but our lecturer was still missing and we didn’t know what to do standing outside the classroom worried.

After a long time, some of my friends went to ask what was happening. They came back and told us that our teacher was not coming today. She didn’t even tell us! We all felt sad because we wanted to learn something new.
The way my mood changed!
How my morning was wasted, it was just plainly disappointing.

My neighbor was pleading with a girl over the phone. It was one of the funniest calls I'd ever heard. He kept saying things like, "Please don't do this to me. I can explain." Each time ge repeated this statement got me thrown into laughter so loud that he could hear it across the wall that separated his room from mine, and I couldn't help but think he sounded ridiculous.

Suddenly, I noticed the call end abruptly, and a moment later, my neighbor came out of his room, looking a bit unwell, he was looking sick already. He walked straight up to me and started spilling the story behind the phone call. I felt guilty for having laughed so loud then.

His girlfriend wanted to break up with him, and he was trying to explain his side of things. He told me, "If a girl makes you lose your way, then she’s not good for you." That was solid advice I thought, but it was still the same man who was begging some minutes ago.

I didn't know much about their relationship or what had led to this moment. All I could do was nod and listen as he vented, wondering how someone could go from pleading on the phone to standing in front of me already trying to make his soon to be ex look like the evil one with lots of flaws.

I got on the bus, paid my fare, and soon enough, the bus filled up with other passengers. We all settled in, and after a few minutes, we were on our way. The driver stopped three times along the route to drop people off. Things seemed smooth and normal, until, out of nowhere, a guy from the back suddenly shouted that he’d missed his stop. Apparently, he had fallen asleep and only woke up after we’d passed it. Trying to be reasonable, the driver said he’d charge him a bit less for the inconvenience.

The man went into his pocket and pulled out a torn note to pay. Seeing this, the driver lost his patience. Before any of us could react, he slapped the guy right there. We all stepped in to separate them and calm things down, and a few of us asked the man why he didn’t have better money to pay with. He explained that he’d gotten the torn note earlier from an okpa seller. It was a bit hard to believe, but there wasn’t much we could do about it.

Someone suggested he withdraw some fresh cash from the nearest ATM or POS, but he bluntly refused. At that point, it seemed like he was just being stubborn. The driver, fed up and unwilling to argue any further, told us all to get back on the bus. He gave the guy one last look, and we drove off, leaving him behind. None of us said much as we drove away, still processing what had just happened.
As we left, the driver muttered something about the man reaping what he’d sown.

Visiting the seminary where I once studied felt like going back in time, but it was a good feeling. I had come to see a former classmate, who’s now a lecturer there, and hoped to catch up on old times. When I arrived, though, I found out he was caught up in a special meeting, so I’d have to wait a while. With time to spare, I decided to take a walk around the place and see what had changed since I left.

Strolling around, I noticed a few familiar spots, but also a lot of new developments. One building, in particular, caught my eye, a brand-new structure they called the “Students’ Lounge.” It looked modern and welcoming, a place clearly made for people to relax. It’s designed as a cozy spot where students can rest, especially those who might need a break before going for their next class or task.

Near the lounge, I spotted a big water tank, conveniently placed for anyone needing to fill up a bottle. It seemed they thought of everything to make the space comfortable and refreshing. I found a seat there and let myself sink into the peaceful environment. The breeze was gentle, and the whole area was kept so clean.
Just as I was getting lost in old memories, my phone rang, it was my friend, finally done with his meeting. I got up, relaxed and grateful for the chance to revisit such a familiar place.

After church service, I felt a dryness that could only mean one thing; harmattan was on its way. The air was different, carrying that familiar, dusty smell. It reminded me of Christmas, a time I always look forward to. But as much as I love the holiday vibe it brings, I don’t exactly enjoy walking around during harmattan season. The mix of harsh sun and dry, cold wind is always a struggle.

When I got home, the first thing I did was take off the heavy senator attire I’d been wearing all day. I’d been roasting in it since morning, and the relief I felt was almost instant. My stomach was growling, and I could barely sit still. Just as I was thinking about what to eat, I remembered I’d missed a call from my friend who lives in the next compound. Figured I’d kill two birds with one stone – see her and maybe find something to eat.

So, I strolled over, hoping she was still around. As I walked into her place, my eyes lit up; she’d just finished making noodles with fried eggs! My timing couldn’t have been better. I handed her some apples I’d picked up on my way home, a small “thank you” for what I was about to devour. She seemed happy to see me too, and before I knew it, I was seated, ready to dig in.

To be honest, noodles aren’t my favorite. I eat them when I have no other option, but this time, they felt like a blessing. There’s something about eating food that someone else prepared for you, it always tastes better. Maybe it’s the love they put into it or just the comfort of having company. Either way, I wasn’t complaining.

We chatted and laughed as I ate, and even though the noodles didn’t really fill me up, I felt satisfied. It wasn’t about the food itself; it was about the warmth of being with a friend who cared. The hunger in my belly was somehow replaced by the happiness I felt from our little meal together.
By the time I headed back home, the dry harmattan air didn’t seem as harsh. I felt lighter, happier, and ready to settle in for the evening.

I remember writing in one of my stories that, no matter how small the hustle is, you should always put in your best effort and keep pushing forward.

Recently, I was invited to feature during my faculty week, and I was given the honor of capturing every perfect moment through pictures, to takd pictures of scenes that would be great for magazines and visually appealing to everyone.

When we negotiated the price, I didn't expect to make a significant amount of money. I had already set my mind on a particular amount that I thought was fair. However, to my surprise, I was paid before the event even took place.

Being paid in advance was not the surprise or the miracle.
Throughout the week, each day, I got paid to take private pictures asides from the regular group pictures. People who had wanted themselves alone or with a special selection of people had to pay from their pockets.
Guess what? I made more money from these private shoots than the money that I was paid from the faculty and I give all thanks to God.

I entered the street today; I just decided to take a stroll around the school.
I dressed up very exotically, very expressively, and I wanted to flaunt my new dress, I had received the outfit from an uncle abroad.

The stroll was something that I just wanted to do for fun—it was Sunday. So I went into school, grooving and walking with all pride and comfort, greeting friends along the way and all that.

My main aim was to visit the hostel. There was a friend there who had been inviting me over and over again, but I had not had time. So I decided to go there, coupled with the fact that it was a Sunday.

When I arrived at the hostel with all my pride, my friend was able to identify a tear behind my well-ironed shirt.
I was disappointed. Who knows all these girls out there looking my way?
See mess up, but if it is for fun, I actually did have fun today.

Today, I spent about five hours in church, the two hours service and the youth meeting which took 3 hours.
We were supposed to have a youth meeting, and I was one of the organizers.
I had the chance to speak for some time and received cheers for my good suggestions, which felt amazing. There were definitely others who spoke much better than me, but I was still proud to be one of the people who contributed to the discussion.

We had agreed on a certain plan and finalized our goals for the following week. It was great to see that next Sunday, we’re going to kick off our initiatives. What surprised me was that the meeting wasn’t announced early after church, so we were expecting a low turnout. However, people showed up in their numbers, and that really lifted my spirits.

We also contributed to buying soft drinks for everyone who attended, making it even more enjoyable. Overall, it was a nice day, filled with good discussions and a sense of community.

My name is Junior. This is my life story.
As a kid,I was hell bent in destroying things and bullying people I was able to bully not minding my parents warning
I grew up with this social vices and nobody was able to tame me.
It became worse when I was admitted into the secondary school that I felt everything was going to be in my favor and on how I will want it to be.
But things took a great turn when I celebrated my 14th birthday which was planned and sponsored by my loving parents.

It happened that beside our house,there is a shop where different games are played and I spent my morning time there until I was told of my mum call. I was surprised on how I left for the call not less than some seconds I was called which still baffles me today.
While with my mom,a heavy vehicle with a container forcefully made its way to where I was before I left for my momom call. At that instant my very life flashed and I was overwhelmed with great enmity for my past actions and I vouch never to be a bad kid again and my life was rebuilt again