Mindviewers Stories

One married lady who was owing me money refuse to pick my calls whenever I called her.

So, when I notice that her husband was not at home, I sent her a message that goes thus, "Hello, I'm not calling because of the money you are owing me, I only want to inform you that two ladies were fighting over your husband in the town. It was a big fight and he was just there watching, until one of the ladies managed to escape into his car and they drove off".

Before I could say Jack, her call start coming in which I refuse to pick until I found twenty one missed calls and a message which read:

"Where was the fight? Where did they go? Did you Notice those girls? Please tell me, I am falling apart."

I read the message and I did not respond. She called I didn't pick her call, then another message from her that read "I have your money, please can we meet, so you tell me more?"

Then I replied, "Okay, you can Send it through my Opay which is my mobile number, so that when I am coming, I will pass by the filling station to refuel, then I will pick you and drive you to one of the ladies house because I know them."

After like five minutes, I checked my account balance, my money was fully paid.

I then switched off my phone and slept like a baby.

Please, kindly tell me, do I do the right thing?

Happy New Month.

One day for hostel, my guy ask me say, "Bro, you get any online update?" I don dey shy to tell am before, but I think say, after all, we all dey hustle for money. I gather courage tell am, say, "Omo, I get one legit website wey dey pay." E quick ask me, "How much?" I tell am, "If you dey very active, you fit make like 50 to 300 naira per day."
E come ask me, "How long I go dey do am?" I tell am, "Na from 8am to 9pm, just 11 hour work." To my surprise, the guy burst laugh. He say, "Na all be this?" I come dey try explain give am again, I say, "Omo, you fit still make 3k every month if you serious, but you go first subscribe with 2k."

As I talk finish, the guy continue to dey laugh. He say, "You don finish look me finish, na this one you think say I dey find? Abeg, this kind level no reach for me." I try calm am down, I tell am, "Guy, na just side hustle o, nothing serious." But the guy no gree, he just dey laugh, say, "The least side hustle wey I wan do online now na 5k monthly. If na this one be your own, abeg, dey do am well."
At the end, I shame for myself as the guy waka commot. But anyhow, life go still continue. Na hustle we all dey, one day better go come. 😔

In our lodge, we had an odd way of showing thanks to workers like him, an electrician who was a neighbour. Instead of paying them money for their hard work, we usually offered drinks or snacks as a way to say thank you.
On this day, the electrical guy was fixing our light which usually had issues almost everyday.
I often wondered if the electrician felt a little underappreciated, but he always worked with a smile and chatted with everyone around.

Finally, after what felt like forever, he finished the job. I was excited, hoping to see some kind of thanks for him. I thought people would offer him a drink or at least say a proper thank you. He had worked so hard, and it felt right that he should get some recognition.

But as soon as the lights were on, I was disappointed. A few people nearby shouted a quick “thank you!” as they hurried back to their rooms. There were no drinks, no snacks, nothing nothing.

Watching this made me feel sad. The electrician deserved better after all he had done. He had spent weeks making things right for us, and in the end, he got nothing more than a few rushed words. I wished I could do something to show him that he was appreciated, but I felt stuck just watching, my wallet was lying empty lolz.

Many years back, when I was still in the secondary school, there is a time I almost lost my life because of show off, to please my classmates and other people around, and it would have been the end of my life in a twinkle of an eye if not for God. I shiver whenever I remember the incident.

One day on my way back home from school with my classmates, we decided to branch a nearby stream and have our baths, at least to make us feel refreshed since the weather was very hot. The stream was big and wide, some part of it can cover a 5 feet human being. I knew very well that I wasn't that good in water when it comes to swimming.

It all started when my classmates climbed a high ground just beside the stream, jumped and dived into the water using their head, it was fun to watch but I knew I couldn't do it. But all of a sudden, they started laughing and taunting me that I was too scared to do it, and instead of me to admit that I couldn't dive into the water from such a height, I decided to try it for the first time, just to show them that I can and quench the laughter.

I climbed the high ground and dived into the water with my head, what followed next wasn't funny. I jammed my head so hard at the bottom of the water, it was as if my head splitted into two, the pains was out of this world. I had no idea that the sand under the water could be that painful to collide the human head with, it was as if I hit my head on tiles. I tried to raise my head out of water but I couldn't move, the effect of the hit on my head paralyzed my body.

My classmates noticed and dived into the water to save me and took me out of the water, it was so serious that I started bleeding from my nose, I had made myself a more laughing stock to the people I was trying to please and showoff. I slowly felt better, wore my clothes and went straight home, my parents scolded me and banned me from stopping at that stream on my way home from school. I was taken to the clinic for some checkup and treatment. Right from that day, me and showoff don't take the same path.

Not much happened today but since I am skilled to make out a story from nothing, let me talk about a minor incident that happened while I was on my way back from evening service.

My eyes met little girl who was holding the hand of an old man, a weak figure who appeared to struggle with his sight. The darkness was settling in around us, but the little girl held him tightly and determined.

Suddenly, I heard the old man mumbled some words that sounded like a kind statement. Even though he was speaking loudly, I couldn't understand a thing he said; his voice was muffled and unclear. But the little girl seemed to understand him perfectly. She let out a joyful laugh and replied, "Grandpa, I think you're being funny!"

When I saw the old man smile with satisfaction, I couldn't help but feel a warmth in my heart. I just loved the fact that the little child, whether she understood or not, didnt give room for the old man to feel bad or forlorn.

I'm sorry for the late story, we had a two days program.

With a sigh of relief, I finally finished my art project. I had planned to visit my favorite coffee shop today to celebrate and enjoy a change of scenery. But little did I know, my day was about to take an unexpected turn.

Out of nowhere, a strong gust of wind blew my sketchbook out of my hands, and the pages scattered everywhere. I quickly chased after them, and a kind stranger helped me gather the scattered artwork. I was shaken but grateful that nothing was damaged. I thanked the stranger and continued on my way.

When I arrived at the coffee shop, I ordered my favorite latte and sat down at a cozy table. Exhausted from the morning's chaos, I closed my eyes for a bit. But when I opened them, I was surprised to see a familiar face staring back at me my old art mentor, Mrs. Jenkins.

We hadn't spoken in years, and I wasn't sure what to say. I broke the silence by asking for feedback on my art, and she offered valuable insights. The atmosphere was nostalgic, and I figured there was no use dwelling on past critiques. We were both on this creative journey now, and I might as well learn from it.

As we chatted, I realized that Mrs. Jenkins was on a journey of her own a journey of rediscovering her passion for art after years of teaching. We talked about our shared love of art, our inspirations, and our dreams. The conversation flowed effortlessly, and I felt a sense of connection I hadn't felt in years.

Maybe this chance encounter would lead to new inspiration or a fresh perspective. Either way, I was determined to make the most of this moment and let art bring us together again.

As I finished my latte and prepared to leave, Mrs. Jenkins handed me a small sketchbook. "For your next project," she said with a smile. I thanked her and left the coffee shop feeling inspired, renewed, and grateful for the unexpected turn my day had taken.

I was eagerly waiting for my clothes to arrive via waybill, but the delivery person was running late. I had expected him to arrive early, but as the day turned into night, I started to get worried. I tried calling him, but he didn't pick up or call back. I was left wondering if everything was okay.

Around 9pm, I decided to go to bed, hoping that the delivery person was safe and sound. I received a call from him at midnight, explaining the reason for his delay.

He told me that he had forgotten his main phone at the bus park and didn't realize it until an hour after they had left. He had to plead with the driver to inform the park staff about his issue and drop him off so he could take another vehicle back to the park.

Fortunately, an elderly woman working at the park had found his phone and kept it safe in her purse, waiting for the owner to return. She handed it over to him, and he had to wait for the next bus to continue his journey. When he finally called me, he was apologetic, but I reassured him that it was okay.
I told him not to worry about the delay, and that I was just relieved he was safe. I could get the clothes anytime he arrived, so there was no need to stress.

As I was walking down the path with my umbrella, I heard a loud crash. It was such a shocking sound that I quickly unplugged my earpiece. When I looked up, I saw two cars that had crashed right next to me! They were sliding on the slippery road after the rain.
Not like overturned, they were just pushing each other along the road as an effect of the collided force.

How life could be gone in an instant, it could be anyone else. The people around began to gather around the spot, ready to help if theres meed to and I joined too.

At first, I felt scared about what I would see. But then, I noticed that the crash wasn't as bad as the sound made it seem. The drivers got out of their cars, looking surprised but okay. A wave of relief washed over me.

We all stood there for a moment, taking in what had just happened. I felt grateful to see everyone safe. The drivers began to thank each other for being unharmed, and we all looked up and thanked God that day.

As I continued my walk, I thought about how quickly things can change and how important it is to appreciate life. Happy Sunday.

I remember when our community road was flooded. The water was really deep, and everyone knew to slow down when they got to that part. But one day, a motorcycle rider didn't slow down at all.

He was carrying a woman and driving really fast, following a car too closely. It was very dangerous, and he didn't even slow down when he got to the flooded part.

The motorcycle slipped on the water, and the woman fell off. The rider tried to control the bike, but it was hard. The car behind them stopped just in time, so they didn't crash.

People rushed to help the woman and the rider. Luckily, they weren't hurt too badly. It was after that incident, that the government finally stepped in to do something about that poorly built road.

Were they waiting for people to involve in serious accident before doing the needful? I'm just glad no one got seriously hurt.

With big relief of finally finishing my exams. I had planned to travel today to avoid waiting until Tuesday, and I was excited for a change of environment. But little did I know, my day was about to take an unexpected turn.

Out of nowhere, someone tried to snatch my side bag but I quickly grabbed hold of it, and the thief managed to tear the leather before running off. I was shaken but grateful that nothing was stolen. I quickly folded my side bag into my traveling bag and continued on my way.

When I arrived at the bus park, I paid for my ticket and boarded the bus. Exhausted from the morning's drama, I closed my eyes for a bit. But when I woke up, I was surprised to see a familiar face staring back at me (my old friend) We hadn't spoken in years, and I wasn't sure what to say.

I broke the silence by asking how she was doing, but she just replied "nevermind" and sat down. The atmosphere was awkward, but I figured there was no use dwelling on the past. We were both on this journey now, and I might as well make the most of it.

So, I decided to just enjoy the ride and not let the awkwardness get to me. Maybe this chance encounter would lead to a new beginning or a closure. Either way, I was determined to make the most of this journey and not let the past define it.

Today was fun but also hectic. My neighbour got married today and after a smooth traditional wedding yesterday, today Was one disaster after another.
My neighbour slept at my house last night because theirs was filled with guests who were sleeping over so we all stayed up chatting, the bride didn't sleep until after 2am so she woke up late.
We wanted to wake her up but the Make up artist told us to allow her wake on her own so that her face will not be bloated. Aunty slept till almost 7:30 meanwhile the wedding will commence by 10 and from the house to the church is about 30minutes.

When she woke up, it was a rush to get her prepared in time and luckily we were able to finish everything before nine. Lets go to the church now, driver was no where to be found, we called and called but his phone was off, by then it was already after nine, the house was almost empty because the others have already gone to the church, even her bridesmaids had all gone. It was just Her, her sister, her chief bridesmaid, the makeup artist and me.
We had to call the groom to send a car from the church, this was already nine thirty and that means before the car arrives, it will be almost ten and it would take us another thirty minutes to reach the church.
Luckily a few minutes later, the original driver arrived and we asked him what happened. The werey was busy picking up the grooms relatives and dropping them off at the church, can you imagine?
Anyway, The bride and her chief left in the car and the rest of us took chartered a taxi to the church.
Arriving at the church, we encountered another problem. After raging and shouting at the bride, asking why she was late, the pastor's wife began to complain that her dress was too long, that the thing was dragging on the floor and she wants the brides shoes to be visible. We literally had to pin up the hem of the gown so that her shoes could show only then did the wedding commence.
When we got to the reception nko? The designers that were told make a high table setting for twelve people made for only eight and they had to set another table last minute right there in the presence of the guests.
Anyway, the day is over and there was surplus food😂 I wish them a very happy married life and a blissful home.

This was during holiday season that I will never forget, my uncle and aunty came to visit our family, they brought with them a lot of gifts and there were lots of fun, they took me and my siblings out to places that amazed us because we had never been there before. We visited places like rivers, cinemas and other places of high value. My uncle and aunty are siblings from the same mother and father.

One morning during this holiday, my uncle promised to take me and my siblings to somewhere later in the evening, that he wants to go somewhere with my aunty and so we should prepare so we can all go to the places once he returns with my aunty. My uncle drove out with my aunty and it was as if we should fast forward the time, because we couldn’t wait to find out where they wanted to take us to.

Later that afternoon, a very heavy rain fell for hours, deep in my mind, I was praying that the rain stops before evening so my uncle and aunty can return and take us to this exciting surprise place. The rain fell till evening and later stopped, me and my siblings were set to go on this outing, but my uncle and aunty didn’t return. We waited till night, and we were sure at this point that the outing won’t be possible anymore.

My uncle and aunty later returned in the night around 8 pm and they came home without the car they drove out with; they were soaked in water from head to toe, and their clothes were very wet. While the rain was falling, they were driving along a construction site where a big and large pit was dogged, there was water everywhere, even the pit was filled up with water and they drove into the pit. The car was completely submerged underwater and water filled up everywhere inside the car. Water covered my uncle and aunty, and they started gasping for breath, their lives flashed before their eyes.

Luckily for them, they were rescued by people that were passing by when this happened, the car was towed to the workshop, the engine and all electrical equipment in it was damaged. My uncle and aunty came home traumatized because they had thought that it’s their last moment on earth, if not for the people that came to their rescue, although we missed the outing we planned to embark on, we were happy that their lives was not lost, it would have been a very tragic incident.

There is this young guy living in the same compound with me, this is his first year in the university. He used to be a very devoted Catholic church member and this guy can quote scriptures very well, he has been reading his bible thoroughly to the extent that he can explain almost everything. He told us that he has a position in the church, and has invited me to his church many times, but I have always turned him down because I am also a devoted member in Salvation Ministries.

Everything suddenly changed just few months after this guy had admission into the university to study philosophy, he no longer believed that God existed, he stopped going to church and even said that heaven and hell does not exist. In philosophy, they taught them to believe that there is no God and that we came into existence by evolving from monkeys and apes. He believed all of this without any doubt, and this is somebody that can quote the scriptures extremely well.

People in the compound often argue with him on this matter and we try our best to tell him to ignore what they are being taught in philosophy, reminded him of how active he was in the things of God, and how he used to invite people to church, but his heart was hardened and he will reply by saying that the bible was written by a human being and that there is no evidence to confirm that it is true. What an unfortunate unfolds of events, somebody that was for God, now against God because of what he is taught in philosophy, I can never let my child study philosophy in the university.

I pray that god forgives him and reveals himself to him, because with the way he says that God doesn’t exist, if God wants to pour out his wrath on him, he will regret why he is studying philosophy. Currently, things have not been working out well for him; division in the family, the mother is in the hospital and his business has not been moving so well, we try to let him see how God can help him in all of this, but he will replying by saying that the worse should come on him instead of believing that there is God, heaven and hell. We’ve tried our best, and we have left him to his own fate, who knows if God is angry with him already.

I was returning from a friend's place wheb i caught a site that made my day, this place was well-known in the neighborhood for selling fine sand, strong blocks, and bricks for construction. It was a building construction industry or whatever you choose to call it.

While I passed by, I noticed something interesting. A man in a nice suit was standing at the counter, looking very out of place among the piles of sand and bricks. He seemed wealthy, and his shiny shoes looked out of place in the muddy area. He was talking to the seller, who looked like the manager of the site. They were having a lively conversation.

The site manager, with a friendly smile, was explaining the types of sand they had. He bent down and grabbed a handful of fine sand, holding it up dramatically as if it were something very special. I was curious about what the rich man would do next. Normally, someone like him would just look and nod, thinking about the quality of the sand for a project.

But instead, the rich man looked a bit confused. He paused for a moment, frowning slightly as he stared at the sand in the site manager's hand not knowing what to do.
But rather than stepping back or acting like he didnt know what to do, he also stretched his hands for the site manager to pour in the sand.

I couldn't hold my laughter any longer, though I knew it was unciviliced that I should laugh, but I did and the site manager broke down lauhing off his breath.

Normally, the sand buyer was supposed to just observe the fine sand closely but he decoded to play with the sand just not to act like he was a novice.

God always dey
Keep moving

There is moral lesson will should all learn
Staying in on place expecting something like money and stuff like dat I want to tell you stop receiving Ur self
Don't be lazy work hard and get what you want laziness can't give u something laziness can buy Benz
Work hard don't be lazy thanks

On my way home from Sunday school. I was still young back then, and my mum always warned me not to take the short path home when it got late. But that evening, I felt so tired and hungry. The youth leader had given a long speech that lasted two hours after class, and I just wanted to get home quickly.

As I walked, I tried to convince myself, “There’s no one who could attack me; I’m a child of God.” That thought made me feel brave, so I decided to go down the forbidden path, the one Mum had told me to avoid.

But then, all of a sudden, I heard a voice say:
“Come here!” It was a dry, compelling voice that sent fear down my spine.
I didn’t think twice; I ran as fast as I could. My heart was racing, and I could not think of anything more or better than to run.

Finally when I reached my house, I took a time to catch my breath, and then I thanked God for keeping me safe. I promised myself I would never take that shortcut again once it was past 5 PM.

I never told anyone about what happened that night, especially not my mum.

I finally gave in to my friend's persuasion to try out a newly opened restaurant in town. I'm not a fan of buying food outside, but my gas cylinder was empty, and I had no choice. She assured me that they cooked amazingly well, so I decided to give it a try.

I was pleasantly surprised by the appearance of the restaurant. It looked clean and welcoming. Whild waiting for my order, I saw a familiar face walk in (my lecturer.) He came in a Jeep and looked quite casual, far from his usual formal self in class.

I mustered up the courage to introduce myself, and to my relief, he recognized me instantly. I guess being an outspoken student in his class had its bonuses. We exchanged pleasantries, and he even gave me his number, asking me to text him later.

Now, onto the main event - the egusi soup. Oh my goodness 😭, it was love at first taste. The condiments were perfectly mixed, and the flavor was heavenly. I ended up wanting more, but, I had only bought one plate.

All in all, it was a great experience. I'm glad I gave in to my friend's pressure, and I'm definitely going back for more of that delicious egusi soup.

Emma was rich, and he was really good at catching bush meats. He sold them for at least #600, which felt like a lot of money as of back then when Naija's financial corruption was still kinda minimal.
I was jealous because while he bought all sorts of snacks at school, I was stuck with my small #100 snack pocket money.

One day, my dad came home from work with an iron trap. I had been begging him one for months! I was so happy! "This is my chance!" I thought, hoping for the best time to lay my new trap.

The next day, I set my trap eagerly. I picked a nice spot near the bushes where I saw some wild animal activity on the root of crops. I was filled with hope and anticipation as I slept that particular night.

I couldn’t wait to catch something. But the next morning, I found... nothing! Just my neighbor’s cat, who seemed to be judging me for my failure.

I didn’t give up, though! I tried again the next day. And the week after. I kept setting that trap, thinking I would catch something delicious. But every morning brought disappointment. No bush meat. No success. No fancy snacks like Emma.

By the third week, even the cat had lost interest in me and just slept in the middle of my trap. I could almost hear it laughing at me.

Finally, I gave up. I realized I wasn’t going to be a great trap setter. I would have to stick to my small #100 for snacks.

One day, a man named Bob ordered a pizza, but when he opened the box, he found it was empty except for a note that said, "I'm afraid I've been cheesed off!" Bob was confused and called the pizza place, where they told him that a mischievous employee had been playing pranks on customers.

Bob asked to speak to the employee, and when he got on the phone, he said, "You've got some nerve, cheesing off a paying customer like that!" The employee replied, "Hey, someone's got to keep things gouda around here!"

Bob couldn't help but laugh and ended up getting a free pizza out of the deal. And the employee? He got a promotion to head cheesemonger!