Mindviewers Stories

It was my first time seeing a whirl wind that was moving with a lot of force.
I was on a bus going to the market when my eyes caught a cloud of dust. Actually a smoke of thick dust was rotating around a particular region.
I was engrrossed with the view even the people in the bus joined me as we glanced closely at what actually was causing the dust but we didn't see anything causing it.
Was just the wind playing with the dust, I thought. The only thing making it weird was thatit made very Sharp noises and it was my first time witnessing one moving so violently.

The bus driver slowed down and we had the opportunity to look and see what this whirl wind was going to do as if was taking the path leading towards the direction of the marketplace.

Lucky enough the market women had taken shades before it hit their tables, carrying heavy gallons of oil high up in the sky with tables, some fruits, stones, bags, etc.
It carried them very high up in the sky and then dispersed them far away.I never saw something like that before, I thought it was going to be an interesting view but then it turned scary like in the movies.

I thought the perfume that I bought smelled great and was sure others would notice it too. But then, a friend of mine came to visit, and everything changed.

The moment she walked in, the smell of the fragrance he wore immediately entered my nose, filled the room and instantly brought me joy.

The scent was so strong and captivating that it made mine feel a little inferior.
I could tell this because as we stepped outside, whenever he passed by, people would comment on how great he smelled. It was not like my perfume wasn't good, but his own dispersed far and stronger. I felt like people would need to hug me really closely to even notice my perfume.

I later found out that he bought his perfume for 15,000 Naira, while mine was only 8,000 Naira. Even though the prices differed, he said it wasn’t a competition. But honestly, who has 12,000 Naira to spend on perfume?

I had my mind made up on getting a body spray specifically, the red RIGGs body spray.

I called the vendor to ask if she had the red riggs, the ones that I had my heart set on, I have used it before and I knew that it smelt good.

Unfortunately, she informed me that they were out of stock. But almost immediately, she offer a recommendation which was the black riggs body spray.

Usually, I stick to what I know and love, so I insisted on getting the precise red riggs. But the way she spoke about the black rigs hypnothised me. She was just too sure when she made comparisons between the both. After some deliberation, I decided to try the black rigs instead. What do I have to loose?, and it was still thesame price.

The next morning, just before school, I applied the spray and instantly I was contented with what it smelt like. Throughout the day, I noticed people acknowledging the the fragrance.

After I got the 3rd commendation, I concluded that the black was more befitting for me

I boarded a Keke this evening and asked the rider how much it would cost to my destination.

"300 naira."

"300 naira kwa?" I queried, surprised. "Since when? No be 250 again?"

"The price of fuel increased," he said. "It's been 300 naira for a week now."

I thought it was reasonable, so I agreed to pay.

Soon, this pregnant girl flagged down the Keke and joined me. She didn't ask for the cost of transportation, and the rider didn't offer it to her.

At our destination, she gave the rider a 500 naira note and he tried to give her a 200 naira note in return.

"My change is 250 naira na, not 200 naira," she protested.

"No, ma, the rider said, "it's 200 naira. It's 300 naira from XYZ to here."

"Na lie!" the girl screamed. "The place I just went to this afternoon and paid 250 naira. Is yours different? Abeg, give me my 250 naira balance."

"Madam, it's 300 naira from there to here," the rider insisted. "You can ask anyone. I'm not lyi—"

Before he could finish, the girl grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and yanked him out of the Keke.

"Give me my 250 naira change! Give me my 250 naira change!" she screamed.

The rider tried to remove her hand from his shirt, but she retaliated by pushing him.

As he was about to push her back in anger, I jumped in and held him back.

"Oga, please don't push her," I begged.

"Why will she push me like that?" he barked.

"Ignore her," I said. "If you push her back now, she might fall and lose her baby. You can see she's pregnant."

"I'm not pregnant, please," the girl said from behind me.

"You're not?" I asked, and turned in surprise.

"No," she answered. "Why would you even say that?"

Me: looking down to her stomach 👁️ 👄 👁️

Her:

It's been very long I witnessed a physical fight, like a year or two.
During the early hours of the morning I started hearing some shouts and screaming from close.

I quickly wore my clothes, I open my door and then I headed to find out where the noises and sounds were coming from.

It was my neighbors they were two living in the same room.
And when I opened the door, they where both standing up in Anger struggling and fighting over the bed.

Staring at the scene then, I was trying so hard to understand what the dispute was all about but the more I looked at the two, the more I enjoyed the movie.

Yes, I should have made efforts to separate them but they already had enough company inside trying to separate them.

One was fleshy while the other one was what we called slim feet. I watched as the fleshy one throw a slap first, Then the slim one staggered back and then with a frightening speed dived and pinned the heavy one on the floor. At that point the people who were already inside finally separated them and ended my movie.

It was a sunny Monday morning in Abraka, Delta State, when I decided to visit UBA Bank for the first time. I had some money to deposit, and I figured it was time to start saving properly. Dressed in my best outfit, which wasn’t much, I made my way to the bank. I didn’t know what to expect, but I was determined to get things done.

When I got to the bank, it felt like I had stepped into another world. The building was big, shiny, and very modern. Everything about it looked fancy. The glass doors were spotless, and there were people everywhere, some in suits and others in casual clothes like mine. I couldn’t help but look around, wondering how this place worked.

I got to the entrance and noticed the big glass door. It looked heavy and didn’t have any handle to pull or push. I paused for a moment, unsure of what to do. I stood there, thinking maybe I should ask someone how to open the door, but everyone seemed so busy, moving in and out of the bank with ease. I watched as some people walked straight up to the door and it opened for them like magic. I was fascinated. I thought maybe they knew some secret to opening it. So, I stood there, staring at the door, trying to figure out the trick.

Minutes turned into an hour, and I was still standing there, hoping for my turn to experience the “magic door.” Every time someone walked in, I would step forward slightly, thinking maybe this time it would open for me too, but nothing happened. I waited and waited. The sun was hot, and I started sweating, but I didn’t give up.

After two long hours of standing there, feeling confused and a bit embarrassed, the security man finally noticed me. He walked up to me with a smile on his face and said, "Oga, you dey wait to enter?"

I nodded, feeling a bit shy, “Yes, but I no know how this door dey open.”

The security man chuckled, walked to the side of the entrance, and pressed a button. Just like that, the door slid open smoothly. My eyes widened in surprise. I couldn’t believe what had just happened! It was like magic! I walked in, still trying to process how a simple button could open such a big door.

As I entered, I looked around the bank again, amazed at how everything worked. The air conditioning was cool, and the place looked so organized. People were moving around quickly, and the staff behind the counters looked professional.

That day, I successfully deposited my money, but what stayed with me the most was that door. I couldn’t stop thinking about how something as small as pressing a button could make such a big door open. It was a day I would never forget—my first day at UBA Bank, a day filled with confusion, surprise, and a little bit of magic.

I went to a small shop run by a woman near my home because I needed some water. I picked up a bag of sachet water and thought that the story would end there, but it didnt.

When I took a sip, I noticed something was off. The taste was strange and not good at all. I tried to manage it and act as if it was a minor thing, but soon after, I started to get a headache. I hadn’t had a headache in a long time, and I couldn’t understand why it was happening now just some minute after I finished one sachet of water.

It was clear to me that the water was making me feel this way. I wasn't a doctor, but I could tell something was wrong.

So, I decided to put the sachet of water aside. I went to another shop and bought a new bag of water. This one tasted better and felt right.

After this occurrence, I doubt if I will be buyibg water from that very shop again, I can't be rushing my health or loosing my money.

There are days you wake up in the morning and you feel like staying on bed and cancelling all activities you had for the day, maybe because you feel lazy at that point. This is the feeling I had one Friday morning, I had lectures by 8am and I didn't feel like going for the lecture, I was still on my bed till 7am. I had to summon some courage to be able to get up from bed and prepare for the lecture.

This is a lecture that I have never missed right from the beginning of the semester, but that day looked different, I don't know why. I got to the lecture hall some minutes after 8am, and the lecturer wasn't there, it was strange because the lecturer was always there before 8am. I started thinking that I had stressed myself by coming for the lecture, I should have followed my mind and relaxed on my bed. I waited alongside my coursemates, the lecturer later arrived some minutes to 9am.

Immediately we were seated, he told us to bring out a sheet of paper and get ready ready to write a test. We were surprised at first, no one saw it coming, it was an open test and the lecturer gave us only one question to answer. The question was "set 10 questions for yourself and answer", and we were given only 10 minutes, I was happy that my efforts of leaving my bed to school was not in vain. At least I was able to set and answer 7 questions for myself.

A lecture I had never missed from the beginning of semester, and just because of one day display of laziness, I would have missed such an easy test. Because of what happened that day, I don't allow myself to fall for early morning laziness when I have important things to do, it could be disastrous. I was happy walking back home, I would have gained nothing if I remained in the comfort of my bed when I had lectures. I met one of my coursemates on my way home who didn't come for the class, he missed the test and was so angry that the lecturer didn't announce the test.

Once upon a time, few years back when I was staying with my uncle, after I managed to learn how to drive his Hilux without any assistance, he gave me some basic driving tips that will helpful to me and ensure safety, I analysed all and spotted out one of them not to be completely true.

The man had been driving for years, and a young learner like me who just started driving, doubted this one tip he gave me. He told me that driving speed along a wet road, or when rain is falling, is very dangerous as the tires might slide on the road when the brake is applied, making it difficult for the car to stop. I doubted this, because looking at the tires, it has enough sturd, even the road is very rough, so I couldn't imagine water that is not slippery like okro water, to be capable of reducing friction that much.

About two years later, I got employed in a nursery, primary and secondary school to work as a school bus driver. On this fateful afternoon, while I was still driving the pupils and students back to their homes, rain started falling heavily, it was so big that I could not see the road clearly, yet I had to keep moving, because I was running late and the parents started calling. As at the time I finished dropping the last student, it was already late in the evening, and the rain had just stopped. I was on my way back to the school to park the bus, and I was driving fast, because I didn't want to get home late.

I was still driving with speed down a road that is very sloppy, and I spotted a car some meters in front of me that is about to use the u-turn. I matched down my brakes, the car didn't stop, rather it was sliding down the road and the tires was really making a loud noise. I won't lie, I feared I'll die that day, I was terrified to see my life flash before my eyes. The luck I had is that the other side of the road was free, and so the car made the turn just before I got to it, and then my car started slowing down and the brakes started working again. There was nothing wrong with the brakes, the car was too fast on a wet road, that incident cleared my doubt about what my uncle has been telling me. Learnt from experience, but it could have cost me my life, I should have made my research since I didn't believe the man, it's not everything that we will learn by experience, it could be disastrous, learning by research is much safer in this situation.

By 5am, a man had been caught sneaking into someone’s house to steal. People in the area rushed out of their homes, armed with sticks, stones, and anything they could grab. They dragged the thief out into the open and noticed his leg was crippled, but no one cared about that. In the town I stayed, the law was simple, any thief caught before sunrise faced a harsh punishment. Many times, that meant being beaten to death or even burnt alive.

The crowd wasted no time. They started hitting him, raining blows from all directions. As they began discussing how to burn him, a man stepped out from the back of the crowd, shouting for them to stop. He begged the crowd to let the thief go, saying it wasn’t right to kill him, especially in his condition. But nobody listened. The people were too angry, and they were already preparing to light the fire.

Desperate, the man made a bold offer to pay them ₦50,000 for the damages caused by the thief. That got everyone’s attention. ₦50,000 was no small money, and slowly the crowd began to calm down. After some discussions, they agreed. The man handed over the money, and the thief, badly beaten but still alive, was set free.

Word later spread that the man who intervened was the thief's older brother. He had been living in another town for some time and had only recently returned. He couldn’t stand by and watch his younger brother get killed in such a brutal way. Family is family, no matter the shame or situation. He did what he had to do to protect his own.

Today, that same thief owns two estates and has become a respected man in the community. I still imagine how things could have gone differently if his life had ended that morning.

when I was a little boy, we were playing outside when it started raining. the sky became very dark. my friends and I were playing outside and knew it was time to run inside the house.

Inside, we could hear loud thunder sounds that was kind of scary.
Suddenly, we heard a woman scream. It was a scared voice. We looked at each other with big eyes. We wanted to know who screamed, so we decided to find out but until the rain ended.

When we heard the lady scream again, We hurried outside again as my mother dashed out first to go and check out what it was, running through the rain.
When we got there, we saw her in her room, holding her ears. She looked very afraid.

She was our close family friend, Mama Nkechi. She told us that the lightening had struck her while she was on a call with her son.

We helped Mama Nkechi get dressed and decided to take her to the hospital, not we oo, it was my mother making the moves while we supported. We all held her hands and walked carefully in the rain to the nearest chemist shop.

In the next few weeks, Mama Nkechi got better and always thanked us.
Ever since then, me personally, I fear to take a call while it's raining or there's any form of lightening on the sky.

Safina always wanted to be a happy wife with a husband who would appreciate and love her and with whom they would create a happy future. She started to feel the signs of disappointment accumulating in her every day. Her parents always told her to wait for the man of her dreams, but Safina could wait no longer, especially after meeting Abdulwaheed.

The rain of bullets, however, didn’t deter Abdulwaheed from visiting the town as he was not new to the place. He was famous not for being rich or for being generous but for the difficult marital relationship he had with his first wife, Talatu, and five children. Safina didn’t mind that he was a bad husband and father to their kids, who left them alone to suffer while he enjoyed his reckless hearty life. This caught the eye of Daw Thirty Years, and she was mesmerized by the façade Abdulwaheed presented before her.

Since they came across each other, Abdulwaheed began spoiling Safina with material things, ranging from ornamental jewels to beautiful apparel and stacks of money. It was like he had the formula for laying down power where her heart was concerned. She was special, loved, and, at long last, wanted – sentiments that every lady admires most. He showered her with words of affection saying that he wanted someone like her by his side since she knew him better than Talatu.
Safina's friends warned her. They dragged her to the many times the man had failed in his responsibility as a husband and a father, how Talatu had been left to fend for their children and the house alone while Abdulwaheed roamed the streets for who knows what. However, all these Safina did not get a chance to see at all. To them, Abdulwaheed was not quite like them; even in their presence, she was misunderstood. “He has become different,” she says it. “He does exactly what I have said a man should do: he treats me like a queen. ”
And so, Safina ignored all the red flags and succumbed to Abdulwaheed’s proposal, hearsay and disapproval from relatives and friends. The wedding was the best, and Abdulwaheed did not conform to budgeting since Safina was well-dressed in the best dress. It seemed like this could be a fairy tale— at least it was till the time it was not.
However, once the excitement of the wedding wore off, the true Abdulwaheed began to reveal himself. His once kind gestures disappeared, replaced with a coldness that Safina could not understand. The gifts stopped. The money, which once flowed generously, dried up. When Safina asked about the change, Abdulwaheed would snap, blaming her for nagging or inventing problems. Within months of their marriage, Safina found herself trapped. Abdulwaheed had not only stopped providing for her, but he had also begun to mistreat her. He became cruel and demanding, expecting her to take on the responsibilities of his household without support. He would come home late, barely acknowledging her presence, and when he did, it was only to complain or make unreasonable demands. Safina’s world began to crumble. She saw firsthand the life that Talatu had endured for years—the neglect, the cruelty, the lack of support. She had been deceived by Abdulwaheed's initial charm, only to be trapped in the same misery Talatu had long suffered. The fairy tale she had imagined turned into a nightmare. Months passed, and Safina’s patience wore thin. She could no longer bear the pain and suffering Abdulwaheed had brought into her life.
The man who had once professed love for her now treated her as an afterthought, a mere inconvenience. She realized her mistake—she had fallen for a mirage, believing the sweet words and lavish gifts without seeing the truth. Finally, after much reflection, Safina made the difficult decision to leave Abdulwaheed. It wasn’t easy; there were moments of doubt and fear of the unknown. But Safina knew that staying with Abdulwaheed would only destroy her further.As she packed her things and prepared to leave, Safina reflected on the choices she had made. She had been blinded by material things, by the desire to be loved, and had ignored the signs that were so clear to everyone around her. Abdulwaheed had never changed; he had simply pretended to be someone else long enough to deceive her.Safina returned to her family, wiser and more cautious. She had learned a painful lesson—one that Talatu had known for years. True love is not bought with gifts and promises, and a person’s character is not something that can be hidden for long. What matters most in any relationship is respect, responsibility, and kindness—qualities Abdulwaheed never possessed.
In the end, she emerged stronger and more aware of the true value of love. She now knew that material things could never replace genuine care and responsibility, and that rushing into marriage with the wrong person could bring a lifetime of regret.

Today, as I was passing through my neighborhood, I couldn’t help but notice a group of boys gathered around. They were all shouting with excitement about airdrops and the promises of quick cash. I paused for a moment, intrigued by their confidence as they made mockery of those who weren’t participating in the latest trends, I felt guilty.

“Just wait until the hamster airdrop list comes out! We’re going to cash out big time” one boy declared with a genuine smile. His friends joined in with cheers and laughter, excitedly envisioning the cars they planned to buy with their supposed money bag. I shook my head, all these their dream..

As a grown-up, I couldn't take their talks too seriously. After all, putting that much faith into a single airdrop seemed naïve, especially when the market was so unpredictable. I wondered what other dreams they had, aside from what they saw as an easy ticket to success.

While they laughed and ridiculed those who chose not to join in, their banter struck me as amusing in a way. “If everyone cashes out from hamster and becomes rich, who’s going to wash their cars?” one of them joked, and I chuckled softly.

It was both funny and a little sad, knowing how easily hope could be misguided. But still, their energy was infectious and I hope the airdrop is worth the time and hype.

It was around 5:45 in the evening, I went to fill my gas cylinder, I was really hungry and needed to cook. The gas station is not far from my house, so I just walked down there, looking very tired because I had just returned from work. I met a queue at the gas station, it was not much, but for a hungry human being like me, I felt I might faint if I stood a little longer without getting my cylinder filled.

It was my turn to get my cylinder filled and all of sudden, I saw some group of boys with matchets and guns, chasing down one guy, just across the gas station. They held the guy down gave him a beating of his life with the matchets, and started shooting bullets in the air. Everybody ran for their life, I was not an exemption, initially I was looking weak like someone who is at the point of collapse, I was surprised to know that I had that much strength left in me, I left my cylinder and ran with all my strength.

I branch a compound and took cover until the gunshots had gone completely and it was safe to come out, I slowly walked back to the gas station, on guard to take off in case I hear any further gunshots or see the guys that shot the gun. They were gone, leaving only the guy they had beaten seriously with matchets, it's obvious he was one of them, and he must have tampered with the rules. The police soon arrived and the guy was taken to the hospital. I returned to the gas station only to find out that they closed immediately because of the incident that just occurred.

I was left with no other choice than to take my empty cylinder home, the hunger came back worse than before. On my way home, I met some students singing funeral songs and holding a picture flex of one of them who died, rumors has it that he was killed by his fellow cult members. My thought shifted from hunger to how people willingly endanger their lives by getting their selves involved in ungodly groups, therefore cutting their life short. I bought some snacks, and that was what I took for dinner, I wasn't satisfied, but it helped. At least I was alive, got my cylinder filled the next day.

The last two days have been really tough for me. My phone, which I loved very much, suddenly stopped working. I tried to turn it on, but nothing happened.

You see, a little while ago, my phone’s battery broke, so I got a new one that wasn’t the original. At first, it seemed okay, but then my phone started turning off by itself, like it wanted to play hide and seek. I hoped it would be alright, but one day, it just stopped working completely.

I was heartbroken! I thought I could fix it, so I went to the market. I hoped to find an original battery, one just like the one that came with my phone. I walked around, asking all the sellers if they had it. But one by one, they shook their heads.
Without my phone, I couldn’t play my favorite games or watch funny videos. I really missed those things! In school, I paid attention to my teachers, but in my mind, I was thinking about my phone and all the fun I was missing.

You might wonder how I wrote the story but to be honest I have this phone plugged onto the electricity before I'm able to.

I recently attended a conference called "Change Waves" that focused on important aspects of life such as money management, career growth, and building a healthy home. It was a three-day event packed with valuable insights and practical advice. The sessions were well-organized, and I felt that the topics covered were relevant to many of the challenges we face in our everyday lives.

One of the highlights of the conference was meeting an old friend. It was a huge surprise to run into him just as the event was wrapping up. Even though we had only a short time to catch up, it was great to reconnect. He mentioned that he had been invited to the conference and that he really appreciated the kind of discussions and learning opportunities that were offered.

My friend was enthusiastic about the conference, sharing that these are the kinds of events he values. He emphasized how important it is for people to learn the basic principles of life, something that often gets overlooked in our busy schedules. It was encouraging to hear his thoughts and realize that we both saw the same value in the program.

As we talked, I could see how much we both gained from the conference. The knowledge shared about managing finances, advancing in our careers, and maintaining a balanced home life was truly beneficial. It felt like the kind of learning experience that can make a real difference in one’s life.

Before we parted ways, I made sure to get his contact details so we could stay in touch. The experience was enriching, and I look forward to more opportunities for growth and learning like this one.

Yes, can I say the old days were good or can I say it was just there? Let's get down to the memory lane...
The 21st century kids may see this as a story and certainly it is but for those who have a first hand experience will tell the story better how it was. Before the coming of electronic irons this was the international iron. How this was able to straighten your clothes without getting burnt was shocking. How you'll iron your clothes and the smoke is not there was still a wonder and puzzle to crack but then these questions are yet to be answered.
📌Who discovered a metal can straighten fabric?
📌Who discovered if heat is applied it can straighten it and not burn it when it's moderated?
Such person(s) must be a guru... Today this masterpiece is gradually fading with the introduction of her superior called ELECTRONIC IRON we will only have it at home to show our next generation what we use to have in those days. Today I bring to remembrance and to celebrate our legendary CHARCOAL IRON.
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I got off my bike and noticed the smell of roasted corn from the woman across the street by the Post Office. I could hear market women talking softly as they finished up for the day. In the background, a church choir was practicing for tomorrow’s service, with the pianist hitting the wrong notes but it didn’t bother me much as long as people were praising God. I also heard a child crying, and I knew it was just a typical African mom doing her thing.

I looked straight into the small barbershop that had seen better days, the mirrors were so dusty you could barely see your own reflection, But no wahala sha, the men wey dey there no come for clean mirror, na hair we come barb. I walked in, ready for my normal lowcut, no tapers. The air was thick with the smell of aftershave and one other foul smell (E sure me die say person mess for that shop true-to-god! But all man lock up), The evening sun was peeking through the tiny window, casting long shadows across the faded Nollywood posters on the wall, so faded you could barely make out actual faces. I could swear I saw Hitler on the catalog.

I sat down, looked the barber dead in the eye, and said, "Oga, I want make my carvings show!" He nodded like he knew exactly what I meant. So, I relaxed in the chair, feeling the cool metal of the clippers glide over my head. The sound of the buzzing clipper was almost soothing, like a lullaby. But then, something felt off. I opened one eye and caught a glimpse of the mirror... CHRIST!!!

I turned and stared at the barber, speechless. He was still nodding, as if he had just delivered the masterpiece of the century. "Oga na you talk say you want make your carving show na," he said with a grin, clearly proud of his work. And show they did-every single one, in all the wrong places! I opened my mouth to speak, he blow powder fuuuuu for my face so I swallowed powder and kept quiet immediately In my full life I have never felt so

Few years back when I was still a kid around the age of 9 years old, there are certain things that happened that time, that there are no explanation of why they happened even till date. It was in a very interior village, where there was no road, even electricity supply didn't reach there as at that time, most of their lives revolved around the community, since the community was rich with granites, okro and rubber plantation. The people engaged themselves in these things.

During my stay, there came a time that a small boy died of dog bite, he was bitten by their own dog, and he refused to let anyone about it for months, which later resulted in his death. But before he died, he told his parents about the bite, the parents tried to chain the dog and maybe perhaps sell it, but the dog suddenly turned wild and ran to the bush to live. Some boys passed through where the dog was, the dog jumped on one of them and gave the boy a very serious bite, and then the dog returned to it's position. The boy went home and informed his parents, the youths of the community angrily went and killed the dog because it was obvious that it no longer had dog instinct anymore, the boy survived though.

Few days later, we started hearing rampant news of dogs biting people, including their owners without reasons, it was not funny. I remember taking our goat to the bush where it can feed on leaves, and all of a sudden, I saw about 5 local fowls running and flying randomly and shouting as if something was pursuing them. To my greatest shock, it was a dog that was pursuing the fowls, and it was running towards me, I left the goat, threw away the matchet I was holding and ran home to inform my parents, my father went to the bush and saw the dog attacking and wounding our goat, my father managed to scare the dog away and brought the goat back home. I went back to look for the matchet that I threw away carelessly while running from the dog, I could not find it, I didn't even know which part of the bush it fell into and so I never found it.

The attacks of dogs became so serious that the village head gave a decree that there should no longer be any dogs in the village, and any dog found should be killed. This was good news for people, dogs were hunted by the youths, killed and roasted publicly for free consumption. All the dogs in the village were eliminated till no single dog could be found in the land, people now had their peace and comfort back. Till today I still wonder why all the dogs in the village went wild and started attacking people and other animals, it looks very mysterious to me, it looked like a kind of dog revolution, nice one, but they can't win over humans, the dogs learnt that the hard way as they were completely erased in one week.

It was the third term in JS2, I still remember how I had to say goodbye to my friends because of my father who is a pastor, and was transferred to another station and I was going to change school too. During the last days of exams, I told my classmates and friends of how we won't be seeing and might never see each other again after the end of the term, it was a very heart breaking period for me. The friends I had made always made my day bright and fun, smiles is sure to be on my face anytime I set my eyes on them.

Although in JS2, I used to represent the school in quiz competition, and so I was known by the principal and all the teachers and students, I was well loved, and the pains of giving up such a sweet environment was just too much. My best friend back then; Cynthia, she gave me her phone number to call her when I finally have a phone, I got my first phone when I was in SS1 and I called the number, but it was never reachable. I remember how some of my classmates even asked where my father was transferred to, so they can know where to find me, it showed how much they cared about me.

On the day of closing for the third time, I knew I would never see them again after that day, and so I cried so much, and my classmates couldn't hold their tears too, my principal and teachers gave me a farewell hug, I was a brilliant student with a constant first position and the students I used to help do home works felt like it's the end of the world for them. It was a very emotional moment, I cried till I was home. Few days later, we packed and moved to my father's new station, I remember seeing about three of my classmates while I was in the vehicle that drove us to the new station, I waved at them till I could not see them anymore, I still remember them screaming my name on top of their voice, hot tears ran down my cheek and I felt pains in my heart, I felt like going back.

A new term came and I was now in JS3, got enrolled in a new school and certainly made new friends, but the friends and classmates I had in my JS2 were still very fresh in my head, I still remember their names till today and it's as if it was just yesterday. But the painful thing is that I have never seen any of them again, except on Facebook for some of them. The same thing played out again when I got to SS3 where we graduated and left secondary school, I have only seen few of them over the years, the rest are either married or single parents, and that connection was totally cut off after our secondary school days. I got to realize that life revolves, and no matter what, our set of friends will keep on changing till our last day on earth, you keep the ones you can and feel pains for the others you're unable to keep in touch with. But to me, the memories of friends I have had, will always and forever be in my heart, they will always be remembered.