Mindviewers Stories

The first time I went to a swimming pool, it was one of the most embarrassing days of my life. Here I was, a grown man, thinking I could at least manage, only to realize I had no idea what I was doing. My sister had dragged me there, insisting I needed to learn, but honestly, I thought swimming would come naturally as everyone makes it look easy on TV.

My sister, of course, knew how to swim like a pro. She’d been doing it since she was a kid, so she was floating across the pool like she was born in the water. Meanwhile, I was splashing around, struggling just to stay afloat. I could see her trying not to laugh as I desperately kicked my legs and waved my arms, hoping something would happen. But instead of swimming, I was basically just creating waves.

Eventually, I decided to swallow my pride and try to learn the basics like my sister showed me. But no matter how hard I tried, it felt like my body just wasn’t meant for water. After a while, exhaustion took over, and I decided I’d had enough.

That experience was more than enough for me. I just couldn’t see the point of torturing myself when I could happily stay on land. But the worst part? My sister wouldn’t let me forget it. She joked about my “swimming skills” for days.
I can laugh about it now, even if it was pretty humiliating at the time. Maybe one day I’ll give swimming another try but definitely not with my sister as my instructor

It's been ages since I last bought potatoes. Ever since prices started skyrocketing, I just stopped buying them, thinking they’d be way too expensive. With how things are in the market these days, you can never really tell what price to expect. So, I kind of avoided it altogether, thinking it wasn’t worth the stress. But today, I suddenly had this strong craving for some cooked potatoes, so I decided to take my chances and see what I'd find.

Honestly, I walked to the market expecting the worst. I was already prepared to spend 1000 naira for maybe four or five small pieces at most. I had already accepted it in my mind as I made my way there. But to my surprise, when I handed the seller my 1000 naira, she packed way more potatoes than I expected. She gave me about eight big ones, and I was still in shock, wondering if she misheard me or if I’d somehow lucked out.

Before I could say a word, she even tried adding more potatoes! I quickly stopped her, saying, "Aunty, it’s just 1000 naira o!" She looked at me and laughed, saying she knew and that it was fine. She even tossed in an extra piece just to be nice. I couldn’t believe it. With how expensive things have been, I never thought potatoes would be one of the more affordable items. I left the market with my potatoes, still surprised and a bit amused.

Maybe potatoes are the only cheap thing left in the market these days. It’s funny because you’d expect something as basic as potatoes to be pricier, especially with everything else being so costly. But today, I left with a small victory, a bag full of potatoes, and a satisfied smile. Guess I’ll be making potato dishes for the next few days

I was a guy who loved having long hair, but in medical school, they don't usually allow high hairstyles or bushy hair. Growing hair just wasn't permitted for no apparent reason. If the girls were allowed to carry their braids or pride comfortably with their Bob-Marley hairstyles, then why couldn't the guys keep and grow their hair too?

Well, during my final year, I decided to grow a little bit of hair. I tried my best to maintain it, aiming for a look that was both disciplined and not just reckless.
After visiting a saloon after the end of last semester, I was able to pick just the perfect hairstyle.

Now, this semester, I have been questioned by some staff members about my hairstyle, but it seemed like they were targeting us without any real reason. What was it really about? The hairstyle?, they always asked. It felt unnecessary , and I couldn't help but wonder why they placed so much emphasis on our appearance when our focus should be on our studies and future as medical professionals.

Surprisingly, I had always found a way to distracte their attention up till now. How I had been able to be the only student to keep this kind of long strands remains a big win for me.

I was bullied in my primary school , I don’t know why but I was consistently bullied by other guys, So I wanted to end all this drama.

I didn’t like someone making fun of me, and of course, I was mentally strong, I didn’t want to tolerate these things.

Right from my childhood, i learned how to service? I learned how to handle tough situations, How to deal with them.
During my JSS2, I joined a boxing group and learnt how to fight.

I got my first belt in a community boxing fight, And guess what? No one could bother to tease me ever again.
This tells me one thing.

"Don’t talk act"
After my Secondary school, I tried enrolling into the Nigeria Defense Academy (NDA) because of my resistance to toughness. I woke up one morning, went to my Dad's room to brief him about joining NDA, which he accepted even though I am the only son he has. He wanted me to wear the military uniform with honor but that dream never came to pass.

One evening as we were preparing to get the NDA form, my dad asked me to switch the television from Africa magic to Channels tv news at 10pm. That news changed everything for me. Newsflash, "A Major sues Nigeria military for killing his son in training"

Why now was what was ringing in my mind.

My Father told me I must be crazy if I think after seeing this, he will allow me to continue my NDA dream fully knowing that I am the only son.

The next day, my Dad went to jamb to buy a jamb form for me. That was how I ended my dream carrier to study animal science.

Today was another practical turmoil. We left home around 8 AM to get to school. We knew it was a practical class, so we had to leave early to ensure we wouldn't miss out on anything.

When we arrived, we realized that the entrance to the practical hall was locked making us contemplate on the probability that the non-academic staff union strike and all that could have played a part.

Well, we waited there for nothing less than 30 minutes until the door was finally unlocked. The manager had shown up, but without supporting staff; we understood without being told that it was because of the strike.

We started off the practical and hoped that without time constraints we would be done quickly.
Surprisingly "in no time turned into hours", it was 5hrs.

Normally, I do not eat breakfast before going to school. It always made me feel uncomfortable and restless each time I tried. Usually prefered to eat in the afternoons on school days. However, this particular morning, a thought crossed my mind that I should get something to eat before heading to school, stubborn me never expected the practical to extend until 5 PM, though so I left with an empty stomach.

It’s saddening, but I challenged myself, I guess.
It’s not that I didn’t have an extra cash to buy food or snacks around; I just figured I could train myself, or rather train my stomach, to adjust to a different system.

(No mind all this oyibo, hunger really wipe me wetin no good today.)

I decided to waste my evening on watching some tiktok videos. I came across one worh drew my mind i had to turn on my volume and enjoy it. The game started, Chika pushed with all his strength, but Tunde held his ground! I was on the edge of my seat, cheering for Tunde. “You can do it, Tunde" I shouted, feeling like I was there with them. But Chika was so strong, and Tunde's arm started to shake in defeat.

With a loud bang Chika pushed harder, and Tunde’s arm went down Chika cheered and jumped in the air. But wait... it was only the first round so They decided to play again.

In the next round, Tunde took a deep breath. I could see from my phone screen, the determination in his eyes. this time, Tunde gave it everything he had. For a moment, it looked like he might win, but then.... Chika pushed down again and won once more!

At that moment, I couldn't hold my laughter. This was so funny Chika was dancing around, celebrating his victory, while Tunde was giving him funny faces. I felt so happy watching them. they were both being dramatic as if the whole arm restle match was stage and that made me happier

Then they decided to play one last time. This time, Tunde had a big determined frowned face, He focused really hard and said things that I couldn't hear to Chika. The air was tense as they locked arms once again. With a mighty push, Tunde surprised everyone and started to pushing with obvious progress. guess what? Tunde won. I started clapping like I was physically there.

Today, I was just returning from my aunt's place when I caught sight of some clothes. There were three pairs of shorts, and they looked very attractive.

I approached the seller and bargained with him. The seller didn't seem to be very accommodating because I offered him a fair price. I priced the shorts at 3,000 Naira, while he wanted to sell them for 3,500 Naira. But I wasn't looking to buy just a single pair; I wanted to buy all three.

At a reasonable price, he could have made a sale. Let's not even say 3,000 Naira. If he had lowered the price for each pair from 3,500 Naira to 3,200 Naira, I would have considered it. But he didn't agree to any other amount, so I walked away and went home. I wasn't feeling sad about it because after walked a distance, he called me back but my ego wouldn't let me turn back.

Back in secondary school days, my home economics teacher always talked about personal hygiene and the use of perfume and scented liquids on the body.

Well, by then, I didn't have money to purchase perfume. there were many other things to do with money than to spend it on perfumes, and my parents agreed more to this. So, I figured out a plan to maneuver the whole situation and smell nice each time I was in school.

There was this market path that led to the school. Every morning, I would branch there and pretend like I wanted to buy a perfume. Then I would spray about 4 to 5 different brands and pretend like I disliked them.
The joy of my fellow students always coming to sniff my ever changing scent each day made me feel like a celebrity.

The exact are where they sold these perfumes had long line of shops, and there was no way they could detect my tactics.
Funny enough, I finished my SS3 without problems and still kept to my expensive perfume lifestyle.

I was at my usual restaurant trying to purchase some food this evening when I caught sight of people gathering. It wasn’t just a few people oo, it was a large number of people, as if something drastic had happened at that spot.

I didn’t try to figure out what was going on, I was just in a hurry to get my food and rush back home to eat because I was hungry, to be frank.

Then, all of a sudden, I spotted someone familiar in the crowd. It was as if she was the center of attraction, and she was shouting at the top of her voice. I couldn't understand what was going on; she was just shouting. I knew this girl was somewhat of a troublemaker-not a troublemaker per se, but she was a kind of violent person who always liked to pick a fight. You would always see her raising her voice, trying to make an impact...all that kind of things, and I disliked it. When I spotted her, I was like, "Oh, I should call ?, should I go and identify to know her?, should I go closer to just know what was going on?
All sorts of soliloquy came by my head and I think I went with none of the above.
I was home as soon as my food was handed over to me.

An old time friend visited me some days ago. It was a tiring walk going to bring her from the junction.
After we happily met, walked about 2 minutes before we got to my house.

We were tired because it was a very hot afternoon. I myself, who walked the short distance to bring her in, was so tired. Now you can imagine how tired she herself was.

Just as we entered the house and she had seated and made herself comfortable, I had given her a cup of water and then a can of malt to help cool her off when all of a sudden we spotted a scorpion entering through the door. It was just as if she had invited the scorpion with her.

As if in expectance, she stood immediately and killed it with a broom, uttering some words of prayer as she ebuked the harmful creature.

Almost throughout her stay, our conversation was centered at scorpions and other similar harmful organisms. It was fun to have her around.

Growing up in Nigeria, I’ve seen a lot. Like most youth in my country, I’ve faced tough challenges – many people around me turned to scamming as a way out. Some see it as a quick fix, but I wanted to take a different path, even though it hasn’t been easy. I chose to work honestly, even if it meant struggling for a long time.

The reality is, I haven’t “cashed out” big yet – I haven’t even made up to 100k. But I believe that by keeping my focus and working hard, I’ll get there one day. When that day comes, it’ll be my own victory, achieved without hurting anyone or resorting to crime.

I owe a big thank you to platforms like Mindviewers, which have given Nigerian youth like me a way to earn online without a monetized social media account.I owe a big thank you to platforms like Mindviewers, Hawkit, Free Cash, and Binance, as well as my own trading bot. Even though the profits might be small, they’re helping me move forward step by step in my legit online business.This journey isn’t just about money; it’s about knowing that I’m going forward the right way.
Thanks too mindviewers.

I was home alone, I slept most of the day sleeping, so I decided to a little stroll when it was evening, to stretch myself a bit, just to make sure that fatigue doesn't get much of me. I didn't really have anywhere in mind to stroll to, so I just walked in any direction I felt like going. I use enjoying the cold breeze of the evening, at the same time listening to music using my headset. I felt good.

I came across a site where an hotel construction was ongoing, they just closed for the day and labourers were receiving their payments. Just as I almost walked past the site, I heard some commotion among the labourers, I turned around to see two grown men in their 40s, fighting themselves aggressively. I stopped and walked back, wondering what the problem could be that would warrant such.

I got to find out that the Engineers of the site gave both of them their wages for them to share equally, the money was shared, but unfortunately a change of 200 naira remained to be balanced to one of them, but there was no change, and the two of them refused to let the other go home with the money, or perhaps get the change the next day. They preferred battling themselves, other than looking for where to change the money.

200 naira looks too small to be fought over, but here it was enough for grown men to exercise their muscles, this is where the present economy has pushed us to, I couldn't blame them much. I felt embarrassed on their behalf, they have families, how will it look like if their wives or children passed by to see their father fighting. I was with 200 naira, I gave the money to them so they won't damage themselves further. They have families to feed, I guess that makes the smallest amount of money most valuable to them.

I was happy I could help, I watched as they took their different routes home. I didn't give because I had too much, just couldn't bear to see such men fighting over such amount of money. The incident kept flashing back in my mind after I got home, they could have inflicted damages on themselves that 200 naira won't be enough to treat them. I was happy that I was of help to them, it's a small world and a small life, let's spend the most of it happily and looking after others.

I once went out with a male friend in the evening, he invited me to a small sit out, we gisted and discussed about a lot of things. I considered him my friend, because I've known him for years, so I felt safe and comfortable. It was getting late, so I told him I wanted to start going home, he didn't seem comfortable with that, but then he said he wants to tell me something, that I should follow him.

He took me to a lodge there at the sit out, I asked him what it is that he can't tell me where we were seated, he said I shouldn't be afraid of him, that he just wants to have a word with me. I considered him one of my best friends, so I saw no reason to be afraid of him. He started telling me how he has feelings for me and wants to date me, I told him I'll think about it and if that was all.

This could have been discussed outside, I couldn't understand why this had to be said inside, I got up to leave, but he stopped me and made some abnormal advances towards me, I objected. But I knew it, this guy was physically fighting me, he tried to rape me, I plunged my teeth into his chest and gave him a very deep bite, he let me go and ran outside, straight home. I didn't know he was capable of that, how could he try to rape someone whom he wants to date?

I got home, and felt pains on my back, I checked and saw injury on my back, I was wounded during the struggle, the scar remains till today. For that guy, he later came around to apologize, I accepted his apology, but we can't be friends anymore, I deleted his number from my phone. It was partly my fault, I trusted him too much. That is why till today, I don't go out with people anyhow again, that incident taught me a lesson, anybody is capable of anything.

There is this incident that whenever I remember it, I feel very awkward, it happened years ago, but I still feel bad till date. It was during Christmas, my cousins came to spend the holiday with us, we had lots of fun and explored places together. Everything would have still went on smoothly if I admitted that I couldn't do a particular at that time, other than try to impress somebody, hmm.

One of my cousins that was around my age could drive, he drove his father out, and when he returned home, he asked me if I could drive, he was around my age and I didn't want to feel embarrassed, my father was still teaching me the basics, so I answered yes. He told me his father wants him to get something for him, so he will be going with the car and I should be the one to drive. How could I object.

I only knew how to start the engine and put it into gear, I felt I could get myself to do what I have never done, just to make sure I avoid the embarrassment. What followed next horrible, I ignited the engine, I can't even remember what I did next, I drove directly into my father's car, damaging the head light, the wind screens, the bumpers and many other things. Two cars damaged at the same time, now the embarrassment I was avoiding came to me in 100 folds.

My parents and my cousin's parent were shocked at what just happened, I was heavily scolded, my parents spent a lot of money to repair the damages done. It's not an embarrassment to admit that you can't do something, it's better than to try doing it just to impress somebody. Now, I'll always be myself no matter what, I won't admit what I can't do and I won't do something just because I want to impress somebody. The money is still very fresh in my head.

I decided to open up my extension after enduring its faults for some time now. I got my screwdriver and then I opened the screws up.

Opening it, I saw where the damage was coming from, there was a wire that was cut (you must be guessing right now how easy the work is going to be aren't you?

But the problem was how to join this wire back. I was without pliers and there was light. Switching of the wall fuse doesnt entirely cutout the current running in wires and I had embarked on the journey with just my bare hands wrapped nylons. I knew nylons were insulating object, so I covered my hands with nylon.

A little mistake, my hand got to touch a naked wire. It shook my hand so well that I had to drop everything I was doing and move a distance away from the pieces scattered on the floor.

I rested for about 20 minutes thinking about what inspired me to start playing with extensions in the first place as I looked at the extension in disgust.

After getting a good rest, I got back up, picked up my screwdriver, wrapped my hand back in the nylon, and then coupled back the extension. I'll leave it like that till whenever!

Living in the city was something very special and enjoyable. I imagined it would be like the Nollywood movies, those kind of films that made me admire the actors as they drove through splendid avenues and past grand mansions. Everything seemed so bright and glamorous, and I longed to visit the city.

When I was applying for tertiary institutions, I included UNN on my list, knowing that my course required me to move to the city for my 200 level to complete my remaining years. This was always on my mind. After I traveled to Enugu and finished my 100 level, life became tough. The economy and various challenges weighed heavy on everyone. No one here is smiling; both the rich and the poor are complaining.

It wasn't like in the movie anymore; I had to cook my own food, go to classes without support, come back home, and do my research. I had to drag myself along and be an adult. I never prepared for this; I never prepared to be an adult so soon, but I think I'm still learning. It's part of the learning and experiences we encounter in life that make us who we are. Well, I'm still keeping on the right path, and I pray that God keeps me and gives me my daily bread, also protects me all through. It's not easy being a student. For every student out there who is keeping on the right path, they deserve accolades.

I have been sitting on the waiting seat for about 40 minutes when I was called upon that it was my turn to be attended to.
The customer service was very polite and I narrated my story and complications to her, told her about my bank card which was expired and then I needed to renew, I also let her know that I have not been receiving credit or debit notifications on my phone it seemed a long task to me but I had devoted the say to have it all sorted.

She agreed that there was a payment involved for the renewal of card and immediately, I told her to subtract the cost from my bank balance. I thought there was some money there because earlier the day before I had initiated a withdrawal from MindViewers but then to my dismay there was not enough funds there, the customer service who was attending to me had confirmed, the withdrawal must have failed and I hadn't suspected because I wasn't receiving alerts any longer.

My day was planned, and the cash i had there with me was to get some basic needs from the market around the bank.
It was in that moment that a thought dawned on me: why not reach out to MindViewers?

I quickly narrated my ordeal to the admin, ready to accept whatever fate brought.
It didn't take an hour before I received a response - DONE!
The relief and happiness!, the process of card renewal and addressing the alert notification issue didnt take up to 20 minutes and I was out of the building triumphantly.
Thank you @mindviewers you came through for me.

Sundays for me always come with a routine, a visit to someone, whether it’s a friend or someone from church. So yesterday, I decided to go to a church member's house. When I got there, he welcomed me warmly, offered me a drink, and suggested we sit outside since there was no electricity, and the inside was like an oven. I agreed, and soon enough, we were out on his veranda, chatting and just enjoying the open air.

We talked about all sorts of things from life, family, even some church gist that made us laugh. We were there for almost an hour, just having a nice time. Then suddenly, he jumped up, remembering he had left food cooking when I arrived. By then, it was already too late; the food was burnt beyond saving. I felt so bad, realizing I was the reason he’d forgotten. But he just laughed it off, saying, “Stephen, these things happen.”

When we finally took the pot off the stove and looked inside, it was rice, all burnt to the bottom. The hunger in me was strong, and seeing that ruined meal was like torture. But he shrugged and said, “Let’s just eat it as it is. Today, this is our own version of ‘daily bread.’” We both laughed because, really, what could we do?

Long story short, we dished out the parts of the rice that weren’t totally burnt, and feasted till we were satisfied.

Danny a 17 years old boy what's stay in suburb area of ajegunle where everything goes.
Gambling was one of their major professions so people there can use their last card to gamble and sometimes they lose sometimes they gain.
so one day he was sent on an errand to go and buy foodstuffs for the family, he was given 5k naira to go and buy.
on his way going he met his friend caro
Danny pov
caro what's up na wey u dey come form and why u dey happy
caro replied I use 2k play betnaija I use am win 30k.
haa person salary Daniel exclaimed yes person salary caro replied going his way.
Daniel thought to himself what if I use this money play I come win, I go use the money buy bag of rice mumsy go happy die.
he entered the betting shop and placed all the money.he waited for some hours and won 15k.(one thing about betting is that there is a spirit responsible for you playing again after winning 😂😂😂)he was happy and said this money no go reach bag of rice so he played again and lost all his money 😂😂😂he was asking the guy at the counter'
wetin happen wey my money the guy at the counter gave him dis look 😳😳😳 who u dey follow talk and he gave Daniel a dirty slap with tears in his 🥺🥺🥺he ran out of the shop.
he went home and explained his ordeal to his mother
his mother disciplined him and in turn reported him to his father
he was warned never to gamble again.
moral lesson: gambling kills,it can make a rich and wealthy person poor. Beware of gambling

As a fashion designer, I have a straightforward policy: pay an advance before I start, then complete payment once the work is done. But this one customer decided to test my patience. She wanted to make Ankara dresses for herself and her two daughters, but instead of paying the agreed advance, she paid less. Since it was her first time, I decided to let it slide, hoping to build trust.

After putting in the work and finishing the dresses, she completed only the advance payment and asked to take them home, promising she’d settle the rest within a week. I let her take them, trusting she’d keep her word. But two weeks passed, and I didn’t hear anything. I messaged her politely about the balance, and she just ignored me. Eventually, I called, and she simply said, “I’ll pay soon.”

Months went by, two to be exact, and I hadn’t received a thing. Then, on Sunday, I saw her with her husband at an event. We didn’t exchange greetings, I just kept my distance and didn’t bring it up.

Surprisingly, when I got home that evening, I received a payment alert from her husband. Maybe she got worried when I didn’t acknowledge her at the event, or perhaps her husband took things into his own hands. Either way, thank God the payment finally came through.

For the past four or five days, I’ve been pushing myself hard toward growth. I decided to cut down on entertainment and instead dive into books that could actually change my life. On top of that, I’ve been brushing up on my tech skills, trying to improve and expand my knowledge. It’s been intense, but worth it.

One of these days, I was so drained that I crashed around 8pm, something that rarely ever happens. I woke up around 2am, sweating like crazy, so I stepped outside to cool down and catch some fresh air. The night was quiet, and the cool air was refreshing.

I’d been standing there for a bit when I suddenly heard footsteps downstairs. With the way our compound is set up, we’re encouraged to create noise in situations like this to alert neighbors. I grabbed a spoon and a plate to make some noise and decided to go see what was going on.

When I got downstairs, there they were; two boys right in front of me, trying to break into a neighbor’s house. This neighbor had traveled, so I guess they thought it was the perfect opportunity. Without wasting time, I banged the plate hard to sound the alarm, and both of them took off running before anyone else could even wake up.

They were lucky to get away this time, feels surreal to remember, but I’m just glad nothing worse happened.