Mindviewers Stories

I never knew that owning an iPhone could also earn someone extra cash until I took an interest in taking photos of people and monetizing it.

I had announced in the social group that I had some talent for snapping pictures with my iPhone. It was supposed to be just a casual thing; it wasn’t meant to be very serious. But then, I started getting messages from people saying they needed a photo shoot for their birthdays or just wanted new pictures to see my skills.

In just 2 days, about 8 of them from my class group booked me. That meant I made about 14,000 Naira in 2 days! There’s nothing as surprising as that, and I’m happier than ever. I’m even going for another photo shoot tomorrow to take pictures for some birthday girl.

People you should all believe in your hustle no matter how little it seem.

A few weeks back, I went to get some paints from the market. Some of my neighbors contributed money and asked me to buy from the same seller. The seller had various prices, but they gave me the colors they wanted. For me, I chose white. I wanted everything to be sparkling white.

After I got the paints and returned home, I gave them to my neighbors, and they all appreciated it. Some of them hired a painter to paint their houses and paid him 6,000 Naira each. While I thought about paying the painter the same amount, I decided I could paint it myself. What could go wrong? I decided to try it out.

I bought some cello tape and got started. I must say, it worked out perfectly! The cello tape helped create straight line designs, and it felt like I was a professional painter. Well, in case you need a painter, I'm here for you. 20k for one side of the wall

I use to hear and see people reading through the night with some kind of either coffee or a kind of energy drink, which I've not fancied for long. Sometime during the early stage in the university, I read an article that highlighted the health implications of taking coffee, caffeine-related and all those energy drinks, and I’ve abstained myself untill yesterday.

Yesterday, my friend came around and insisted that we do a night story. Well, she came along with some energy drink, and then during this night study, she gave me a bottle. I drank it, and I think I'm loving it. I think I would get it tomorrow morning, but I'm still trying to keep myself away from it.

This is just a way of somebody starting an addiction without knowing, and I do not want to be a part of it. I enjoyed the energy drink honestly, and it kept me active throughout the night, but I do not want to get addicted to any sort of drinks. I do not.

Emma's family had a dog named Bobby, a very jovial and happy pet which liked to snuggle up to people.
Remembering the day he was brought into our home: we were so happy that I and my brother couldn't wait to show him off to our friends. It felt heavenly to have Bobby around.

We do feed him all sought of food, there was no exact meal time, we usually threw a piece of whatever we were eating. On one occassion, i had mistakenly wanted to throw a bone to him but ended up throwing the big chunk of meat that I had together with the bone and funny enough, I had wanted to save the chunk but the dog won, aiming for the fleshy meat first before the bone. This was the beginning of our battles.

One day, I was playing with the dog I didn't know the kind of evil spirit that entered me, I felt so comfortable with Bobby that I grabbed the dog's penis very tightly and playfully, but then..

I was on the floor the next minute wailing out my throat, I had received a bite on my arm.
I was shouting on top of my voice (like a baby denied of breast). Yet the dog's firm grip was still deep in my arm and as soon as it released, I dashed out running for my life!

Dad came back and gave me the whooping of my life and later took me to a pharmacy to get an anti-tetanus injection. It was indeed an unforgettable experience 😂 😂😂😂

Today began with a sense of purpose. I left my house determined to make the most of my day checking one or two in school, despite not having secured food before heading out. On reaching my class, I quickly realized my writing pen had run dry. I headed to the nearby store, hoping to find a replacement.

At the store, I asked for a pen and a notebook, which cost 400 naira. I reached for my phone to transfer the money just as usual, only to find out that my bank was undergoing maintenance. Oh Jesus you need to see how frustrated I was. Seeing that it's a situation I couldn't help i contemplated leaving empty-handed.

As I turned to leave, a woman caught my attention ,looking lost and overwhelmed. She called out for help, and I approached her. She needed directions to the shuttle park. Initially, I thought about just pointing her in the right direction, but something compelled me to take her there myself.

At that point I needed no prophet to tell me it was her first time coming around my school. When we reached the shuttle park, her face lit up with gratitude. She quickly searched through her bag and handed me 500 naira. It was the last thing I had expected but to be honest I needed the money and it was like God coming through for me.

With my heart filled with appreciation. And with the money in hand, I hurried back to the store, and was able to pay for the pen and notebook I desperately needed. That simple act of kindness not only provided me with the means to continue my day but also reminded me of the power of helping others.

For a while, I’d been procrastinating washing my clothes, only doing enough each day to get by. It had become a habit, but yesterday, I made a mistake. I washed my towel and forgot to clip it up on the line.

When I got back from the market, I found it on the ground, dirty and covered in dust. How could I have been so careless? I really didn't think I'll spend a long time in the market but too much bargaining later paid off for me.

Instead of just rewashing the towel, I decided it was time to do everything. I brought out every dirty clothes in my room and they were enough to make a big pillow.
Next, I filled my bucket with water, ready to go through each step. It wasn’t easy, just imagine starting something you never planned for but did it in anger and frustration 🤣

A few hours later, my roommate came back and she was shocked to see the amount of clothes I washed. I was more shocked that I was able to go that far.

It’s been two weeks since I last made it to choir rehearsals, so today I decided no matter what, I’d be there.

On my way to church, I had no idea the day had something unexpected in store. I caught sight of a familiar face. Could it really be Joy? My heart skipped a beat as I recognized her.

Before I could fully process it, there she was, rushing over with a smile. She’d been away, and hearing she was back brought this excitement I couldn’t even describe.

We found a bench nearby and got into talking about life, her trip to port Harcourt, and all the small stuff that had happened while she stayed there. Time was flying, and honestly, I didn’t want the moment to end. But choir rehearsal was waiting, and the clock was ticking faster than normal.

Just as I was about to say goodbye, Joy insisted on grabbing me a quick snack.
When I finally reached rehearsal, I was singing from deep within. The happiness I felt was on another level entirely. That unexpected reunion added a miracle to my voice.

We had a pharmacology practical in school today, and it all started off fine.
It was a long lecture that lasted up to 3hrs straight without break and tiredness was boldly dancing on our faces.

At a particular time, we were grouped and assigned to different tables that was set up with apparatus.

Each group was to identify a leader to carry out the experiments.
Normally, I’m always selected as the group leader, but today I was just feeling tired and not ready to take on leadership.

After much pushing by my teammates and group members, they all cheered my name to take up the apparatus. With a bit of pride, I took up the apparatus, and then I was trying to sip some base into a pipette when suddenly, I swallowed, oh wait I didn't swallow, just received a mouthful good amount of the nonvolatile base.
I was wanted to get annoyed and complain about not wanting to involve myself in the first place, but the loud laughters by group members lured me into joining the laughing battle.

I'm not feeling so happy right now because my fan just got faulty. I don't know what was wrong with it, but all of a sudden, this evening, the light fluctuated a little bit, and then that was it. My fan wouldn't rotate. I've used some screws and tried to open the back covering, and I’ve shaken some wires up and down, but it's not working.

This is another expenditure, and I wasn't expecting it anytime soon. They didn't even give me a sign that it was going to spoil or that something was going to happen to it. It was just a little fluctuation. Nobody's device got burnt or damaged except for my fan, and I'm feeling sad tonight with this heat and sweaty hands and body.

I'm still typing this story feeling all annoyed, but it's fine. Maybe tomorrow I'll take it to an electrician or an expert to try and figure out what's wrong with it. I hope it doesn't cost more than 4,000 Naira because that's all I could afford.

Well, I've always wanted my auntie to allow me to try out driving the car. She would not let me even try it out, not even when I sat in the front seat behind the steering wheel. She would always warn me not to turn on the ignition. She constantly discussed its dangerousness.

Well, today, while she was parked and went into a shopping mall, I decided to try something that I had been watching online. I had been looking at some tutorials just to know how to start the car and maybe move it a little. So, I turned on the ignition, and then I was able to move the car a little bit and park it back, turning it off like nothing happened.

I had thought before that driving required a lot of skills and years of experience because of the way Aunty exaggerate driving, but it didn't feel harder than playing with some toy.

There is this woman who owns a shop down the street. She usually has a lot of goodies and sells almost all basic commodities. Her shop is mainly focused on food and provisions, more than the other shops around, which is why I preferred going there. I didn’t want to face the disappointment of not finding what I wanted elsewhere.

So, this particular day, I went in to buy something. After making my purchase, she mentioned an account number that wasn’t working anymore and warned people not to transfer any money there. She had given me that heads-up about two days ago. But the devil was at it today, because I completely forgot about her warning.

I made a transfer of 1,500 Naira to that very account. When we realized what happened, she fell silent. After we pointed out the error and confirmed I had mistakenly sent the money to the wrong account, she remained quiet. It was one of those moments when you could feel the tension in the air and feel embwrrased.

I stood for some minutes hoping that the seller might come up with a suitable idea that would be convenient for both of us, but she didn't.
Checking my balance on Opay, I realized that I was running very low on funds but to save myself from embarrassment and time wastage, I duplicated the transfer and walked out in anger.

Please this story took me some hours, just help me react to it please.

I was in the market today, and I found myself watching this fascinating scene before me. Let me tell you guys about it. A guy was switching wallets, and it was captivating to see how he switched three wallets around, moving them into different positions. Then he will then ask us who had gathered to identify the one that had a red stripe on it.
I’d seen him do this countless times, about four times, to be specific, and each time I had guessed correctly when he opened the wallets to confirm my choice.

Feeling confident, I was about to step up to stake my 1,000 Naira and win the 3,000 Naira prize for any correct guess when suddenly, another man came up first and handed over his 1,000 Naira. I watched as he performed his usual wallet switch, and I made a pick like I had done the past times in mind, absolutely sure it was the right choice.

To my surprise, the man beside me chose the same wallet I did. We both stood there, waiting with confidence, but then When he revealed the wallets, it wasn’t the one we had both chosen that had the red stripe. We were dumbfounded, I looked at the man who made a stake as his eyes were changing to a cloudy red balls. It felt like a trick, and deep down I knew there was something off, but how sure can one be?

During the evening today, I noticed people moving up and down hastily as there was every sign that it was going to rain plus the lightning in the sky.

Meanwhile, I hadn’t eaten anything all afternoon and I desperately needed to find some food for the evening food that which I’m actually eating right now while writing this.

So, I was on my way when, all of a sudden, a bright flash of lightning struck right in front of me. It was the first time I had ever witnessed lightning that was so close and so clear striking. It felt like the my village people finally out for me. It struck so near that I fell to the grounds.

There werent people around, and after I got up, I ran under a nearby shelter because, as we all know, safety first. I watched as other people continued to walk about, unconcerned by the dramatic weather. I thought "Am I the only one who should be afraid of the weather?"

Just then, I gathered my courage, stepped out from under the shelter. Food is life, I couldn't turn back.

I returned home after a very stressful semester, it was a very tough semester with lots of challenges, but I thank God that I wasn't consumed. After the conclusion of our exams, I didn't want to travel home for the holiday because some of my colleagues were going to be around, but my parents insisted that I must return home and so I couldn't refuse, I saddled up and travelled back to my state.

I had been away for months that I even forgot the kind of reception I always receive at home, I should have been the one to insist that I must travel home. Immediately I arrived home, I was served a very delicious rice and stew, compared to what I eat while at school. Life at school is a very different one, you can never see a free food, you will starve if you don't cook. I wish my colleagues would know what they are missing by not traveling home.

Back at school, I live alone, so I'm literally bored almost all the time, but here, you can never get bored with siblings and parents around. About three hours after I arrived, white soup that I have been craving for in school was served again, I would have said that it feels like I'm dreaming, but that is the reality of home. Just imagine my mum saying if the food isn't enough I should let her know, meanwhile at school I measure the portion of food I eat to save money. Ha!

And then I thought to myself, imagine a person without a family, without a home, you can't enjoy these things then. The joy and love that is shared in a family, you can't feel alone in a family. I have some rest now from the stress of looking after myself, at least for now, it will ease the pressure and give me strength when I return to school. The musician that sang the song " wherever where you go, remember the road that will lead you home" know the feeling. It's good to have where to go and rest up for a while after series of stress, and that can only be home, family.

There was a day I was coming back home very late from work, I was so hungry, so I bought bread and egg to have for dinner. The road back to my house was dark as there was no NEPA light, and the flashlight of my button phone wasn't bright enough, but I had to manage it. All my mine was to get home, take my bath, eat and sleep, nothing more, nothing less.

As I got to the compound I live, the gate was locked already, so I had to knock for somebody to come and open the gate for me. While I was still knocking, I pointed my flashlight at something not too far away from where I was standing, and I saw two eyes balls that was glowing, staring at me. At first, I tried to comport myself and pretend as if I didn't see anything.

Someone finally heard me knocking and told me she's coming to open the gate. I don't know what happened to me, I started thinking about all sort of horror stuffs I have ever heard, imagining how the two eyeballs I saw could be a ghost and how the eyes could appear at my back to terrify me. I immediately looked back to make sure that my imagination didn't happen in real life, fear gripped me.

I pointed the dim flashlight at the spot again and saw four glowing eyes, the eyes moved and I couldn't hold myself at the point, I turned back and ran. I didn't run too far when I finally heard the gate being opened, my neighbor came out with a much brighter touch and I saw that the four eyes I saw was actually two cats that were staring at me. The cats ran off and my neighbor laughed because of the way the cats terrified me. But actually I was the one that scared myself by thinking of horrible things in my mind, which in turn triggered the fear. When I checked, my egg was broken.

A while ago, I sent my uncle some money to buy an external hard drive and waybill it for me, he deals with computers and so it was just like patronizing him, because I paid him for everything. He is a young man in his early 30s, not yet married, but he was certainly doing well in his business. Not as if I couldn't buy the hard drive where I was, but I was very sure that he will get the best hard drive for me.

While on my way to go and pick up the hard drive from the transport park, I was communicating with my uncle on Facebook, and he told me he has paid the driver for the waybill, of which I sent him money for it. This was 8:30pm in the night, that is the time the drive arrived the park. But I was shocked when I called the driver and he said that I should not forget to come with my waybill fee, that he has not been paid.

I called my uncle and told him what the driver said, and he ended the call on me immediately after I told him. I called back several times and he didn't answer the calls, I was even more shocked at this kind of behavior. On getting to the park, even the driver called my uncle on phone and he didn't answer, I chatted my uncle on Facebook but no reply, he was online and was seeing my messages.

I understood at this point what was going on, my uncle has used my head. I had to pay the driver again, collected the hard drive and boarded a taxi home. I was very angry, and sad at the same time that my own family member would do this kind of thing to me. I started doubting if the hard drive was even good, considering the kind of game he just played with me. And it turned out that the hard drive wasn't working, it was damaged and yet he sent it to me.

He knew that the hard drive wasn't good, because I sent him a message about it, which he never called back or replied. And now, that same uncle of mine is getting married in few days, my parents wants me to help in the preparation, something that will take my time, energy and sleep. I'm still wondering why I should get myself involved in anything concerning my uncle, he turned me down, big time. Even if I decide to pretend as if he never did what he did, some things will just never be the way it was before, not even in the nearest future.

so last week Saturday, I went to jog. I was jogging around the roadside when, lo and behold, I spotted one of the most beautuful creations on earth. Seriously ehh no word could describe her. She was just a spectacle, you know what is called an epitome of African beauty?

So naturally, I decided to take up position right behind her (its funny because before I saw her, I was out of strength but all of a sudden I felt an energy surge)
I mean, who wouldn’t want to jog behind a sight like that self? I started walking, then quickly changed to jogging, not because I was following girl oo but because it suddenly felt like I had a mission, you know?

Someone who was ready to go home and rest before but that beauty was inspiring me to jog for an extra few rounds before my legs finally revolted and demanded I retire back to where I came.

And let me tell you, it was fun! Not like I'm a girl chaser, I’m a disciplined person. No, I was just motivating myself with the pure joy of trying to keep up with the beauty ahead of me that was all

There is a particular lecturer in our class who always act very strict and unpredictable, leaving all the students to feel frustrated whenever he shows up. He often bragged about his seniority and authority, which only added to our annoyance.

A couple of weeks ago, he gave us homework that required extensive research. After putting in so much effort and submitting our assignments, we were disappointed to receive very low scores. The highest mark among us was just 5 out of 10. I can still remember how that assignment stressed me only for him to give me 4.

Then, four days ago, he reappeared in class and assigned another task. This time, he was even direct with his warming as he advised us not to use AI but instead to conduct thorough research, just like the previous assignment.

After thinking about going over the whole stress again just to get a low score again, I decided to use AI this time. I couldn't waste my time struggling with research again.
In the end, I scored 9 out of 10 by using AI, and honestly, I do not regret it at all.
He praised my research method in class and I felt good giving the man what he wanted.

I used to love music to the extent that everyday, I always made sure that I had the latest released music on my phone.
But as I grew older, I stopped listening to music as much I used to, and I missed it.
Today I felt like bringing back that my lost old self so I grabbed my phone and opened my Opera Mini browser to searched for my favorite singers, like Davido and Rema. I found their new songs.
I was not so impressed with their new released but my better happiness came from the point that I am among the first set of people to have the song on my phone.
After enjoying their afro-pop songs, I wanted something different. I searched for artists like Mercy Chinwo, Don Moen, and Frank Edward, hoping to find uplifting songs about faith and happiness. Unfortunately, I only found a few new tracks. I felt disappointed but listened to what I had by the way.
I think I prefer Chinwo's to all the songs that I downloaded today.

Back in my first year of university, there was this guy who started showing interest in me. I could tell right away that he liked me, but I wasn’t really ready to reciprocate those feelings. One big reason was that I knew I was almost two years older than him, and that just made me feel like we were on different levels. Still, he didn’t give up easily.

He even went as far as telling two of my friends that he liked me. Of course, they came to me, trying to play matchmaker and pushing me to give him a chance. But I wasn’t having any of it. I told them to stop bothering me about him, and that was that. But this guy wasn’t backing down. He’d bring me food during night classes, and on Valentine’s Day, he surprised me with a watch.

I decided to be plain with him. I told him I knew he liked me and wanted to get closer, but I was two years older than him. I thought that would make him back off because, in my mind, it was the only way to send him away. Surprisingly, he said it didn’t matter to him. But I could tell he was nervous, like he didn’t know how to respond to the age thing.

After that conversation, things changed quickly. The next day, he started acting different, no more teasing or calling me those sweet names he used to throw around. He started keeping his distance and eventually stopped talking to me altogether. It was like he’d decided that was the end of the road.