Mindviewers Stories

In the small town of Benue, there lived a young boy named Ebube. Ebube had a unique talent that could captivate anyone who listened to him. His voice possessed the power to weave emotions and his artistic skills in drawing were equally impressive. However, his friends didn't appreciate his talents. They would mock and discourage him, belittling his dreams of making it big in the music industry.

But Ebube refused to let their negativity dim his light. He believed in himself and his abilities. Determined to pursue his dreams, he would often retreat to a quiet spot by the river, singing his heart out and filling the air with the melodies that came naturally to him. In those moments, he found solace, hoping that one day, someone would recognize his talent.

Little did Ebube know, that day would come sooner than he expected. One sunny day, as he sang his heart out in a crowded marketplace, unbeknownst to him, he was being recorded live by a passerby who was mesmerized by his voice. The passerby uploaded the video to social media, where it quickly went viral and caught the attention of music enthusiasts across the country.

A week later, Ebube received the biggest surprise of his life. A phone call came, and to his astonishment, it was from none other than Mavins Records, one of the biggest music producing companies in Nigeria. They had seen his viral video and were interested in signing him as their newest artist.

From that moment on, Ebube's life transformed. He signed a record deal, and with the support and guidance of Mavins Records, he nurtured his talents, honing his skills as a singer and performer. The once-mocking friends became awestruck admirers as they witnessed his rise to success.

Nkiru was a stunning young woman, admired by many for her beauty and intelligence. Among her many admirers was a boy named Izu, who found himself drawn to her magnetic presence. However, Nkiru's fierce female pride made it difficult for her to express her true feelings. Izu who was unsure, kept his intentions hidden.

They both attended the same university, often finding themselves in the same social circles and classes. Despite their silent attraction towards one another, they maintained a cordial but distant friendship. Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, with neither Nkiru nor Izu taking a step forward to reveal their true emotions.

One day, the university organized an event, and Nkiru and Izu both volunteered to help. As they worked side by side, they discovered a shared passion for music. It was through their joint efforts that they began to forge a deeper bond, gradually breaking down the barriers of pride that had kept them away.

Finally, one sunny afternoon, as they sat on a bench in the university gardens, Nkiru found the courage to speak her heart. She confessed her feelings, her voice filled with a mix of vulnerability and sincerity. To her surprise, Izu's face lit up with a smile, and he admitted that he too had harbored deep affection for her.

From that moment on, their once-regular friendship transformed into something beautiful. Nkiru and Izu embraced their feelings, shedding their pride and insecurities, as they embarked on a journey of love and companionship.

Two years ago, let's dive right into the life of a lady who was close to being wedded. She was on the verge of fulfilling her dreams, for she was set to marry the love of her life, Michael, in just a few days. The entire town was vibrating with excitement, preparing for the grand celebration that was to be the wedding of the year.

Emily and Michael were the epitome of love, their connection strong and unwavering. They had been inseparable since they were teenagers, and their love had grown deeper with each passing year. Emily had never been happier, and Michael, a kind and handsome man, adored her with all his heart. However, fate took a cruel turn just days before the wedding. Emily and Michael were driving together one evening when a terrible accident occurred. A speeding truck collided with their car, causing devastation and chaos. Emily miraculously survived, but Michael was tragically pronounced dead at the scene.

The entire town was shocked and grief-stricken, but as the news spread, whispers of blame and suspicion began to circulate. People couldn't understand how Emily could have survived while her beloved Michael had perished. They began to point fingers at Emily, accusing her of being responsible for the accident.

Little did they know, a sinister plot was unfolding behind the scenes. Michael had a twin brother named Daniel, who had been living abroad. Unknown to everyone, Daniel had returned to the city just days before the accident. He nurtured a dark and twisted obsession with Emily and had conceived a wicked plan to take advantage of his brother's absence.

Daniel had devised a scheme to impersonate Michael on the night of the accident, hoping to exploit Emily's vulnerability and claim her as his own. He had caused the crash deliberately, thinking he could manipulate the situation to his advantage. As the accusations against Emily intensified, she found herself isolated and ostracized by the very community that had once celebrated her upcoming marriage. Her world was shattered, but she remained calm, believing in her innocence and in the love she and Michael had shared.

In the midst of despair, a ray of hope emerged. A diligent detective, who had been consistently investigating the accident, uncovered the truth about Daniel's evil plot. With concrete evidence in hand, he exposed Daniel's wicked scheme to the town, and justice was swiftly served.

With the real culprit behind bars, the cloud of suspicion over Emily finally lifted. In time, Emily found the strength to heal and move forward. She knew that Michael would want her to be happy, and she eventually found love again, this time with a kind and compassionate man who cherished her just as Michael had.

Her time will come, though she has been cheated, this fate won't be the end of her

I grilled a whole Alligator today and you just need to feel how it taste so great.

Today was a crazy experience for me because I was sitting in the kitchen when the company driver drove in and ask me to come take out the meat my Boss bought to be use for a ceremony they organize for one of the chinese who has been working in the company for 12 years and will be leaving to china finally.

As fine girl na I was bouncing thinking is the regular meat like Beef, pork, pangolin or Ram meat just to notice an odd shaped in a sacked and when I opened it I shouted mummy first and the driver burst out with heavy laugher

Even if I have once prepared alligator I was not expecting it again and it wasn't this huge.

Omo I freak out for some minutes and then the driver help me pull it out to where we butcher meat.

My kitchen assistant 🤣🤣🤣 we work together though later showed up and ran back inside and was like emily come back here werey.

It was already killed at wherre ever they got it so we just had to slice the stomach wash and prepared it for grilling. Omo my new place of work wants to just freak me out.

The bony head seated beside me wasn't smiling and that was a red flag already.
I didn't read much for the exam and any little help I would find, I hoped to utilize. But the heavyweight 2000-pound head right beside me was even finding it hard to take my hands when I reached out for a handshake after being directed to the desk where I was to write the supposed exam.

It was half past the end time when I ran out of ideas; I had picked all the answers to the one I knew and perhaps a hand wouldn't hurt.
I glanced at the long face and he repositioned his paper and tried to conceal it from my eyes.

I felt bad for myself and for the family that birthed the simp. A lady doing that would be tolerable, but a full-grown man?..

I smiled and got back to my work, realizing just then that I had to rely on my knowledge and not cheat my way through the exam, no matter how difficult it seemed.

I tried my best to focus on the questions, going through them carefully and slowly. As I wrote, I couldn't help but wonder why the guy beside me had been so defensive. Was he more responsible than me? more righteous? Or could it be that it was pure wickedness?

Regardless of his reasons, I knew now that I had to do the right thing. I ignored the guy's presence and continued to work on my exam, determined to do my best.

As time ticked by, I managed to answer most of the questions, even if I wasn't entirely sure of all the answers. I finally put down my pen and handed in my exam paper.

Though I submitted earlier, I was to sit back and await the remaining time to countdown.
The man I had handed my paper over to was impressed by it obviously because he had been making good remarks about it and smiling same time at me.

"You finished early", I heard the big head say, with a grin.
I wondered if he was referring to me, could it be that he was one of these people whose brain touches, a minute they are responsible, the next minute, they are goats.

"Can you help me with questions number 25 to 60 please?", he added.
I could have turned away but then my curiosity pondered on what effrontery he had to ask for help after humiliating me and then I decided to help him. I am a good person.

He was filled with joy and thanked me after the exam as though I saved his life. I told him I was happy to help him, and while he left, I took a glance his way and let out a laugh. Surely he's getting an "F" on that course.

I woke up early one morning to find a missed call from my younger brother. I couldn't help but wonder why he would call so early. Suspicion crept in as I questioned the reason behind this call. Sadly, I couldn't return it because I had insufficient airtime.

He persisted, sending me flash messages. It became clear I needed to call him back. Without delay, I decided to borrow airtime from MTN to reach out to him. Luckily, I was eligible for the offer.

As soon as I had the airtime, I dialed his number. He answered quickly, and after the usual greetings, I inquired about the reason for his early morning call. He seemed hesitant, unsure if I could assist him. Annoyed, I reminded him that he shouldn't have called if he wasn't sure I could help.

Eventually, he came to his senses and acknowledged my role as his older brother. He began explaining his situation. I realized I might not have enough to fulfill all his needs, so I asked which one was more urgent.

He mentioned needing money for his manual course registration, a sum of six thousand naira. It had to be paid urgently, by Monday. I initially knew I didn't have that money, but as an older brother, I felt obligated to help.

Then, I remembered having saved up 4,000 naira in my mindviewers account. It was a glimmer of hope. I quickly checked my account, and to my delight, my savings confirmed it

Then it was done on me that I also wrote a story the previous weekend for a competition ending that day. It could potentially add 2,000 naira to my funds, bringing it to the exact amount my brother needed.

I shared the story with my friends, hoping for their support. However, the problem arose when I realized my story was unopposed, making it impossible to accumulate more likes. I anxiously waited until 1 am to withdraw the money.

At 1 am, I received a disappointing message. I hadn't won the competition. Confused, I contacted @mindviewers to understand what had happened. It turned out that for unopposed stories, a minimum of 15 likes was required. I couldn't hold back my tears.

In the end, I couldn't raise the full 6,000 naira for my brother through the website, but I managed to secure 4,000 naira, which was a lifesaver. I'm grateful to @mindviewers for being a source of help.

At each illuminated area I approached, I regained my confidence and composure, my strength. The strength which leaves with the brightness.

My name is Ricia, a young pretty lady who loves taking evening-night strolls. Taking short walks just before bedtime was a kind of secret therapy that mounts my calmness and inner peace.

I heard the men exclaim in dismay when the electricity that propelled the station where they watched football matches was cut out. Their sharp roar thundered across the streets and just as it died out, darkness engulfed everywhere.

With fear, I increased my pace. I could still trace my way back home despite the heavy darkness that loomed. Finding my way shouldn't be hard because I regularly used the paths.

I was about to sing and lighten the air but a force held my throat, I couldn't find my voice.
I struggled to shake the fears that were creeping in on me but it wouldn't.
My heartbeat raced and the wind blew at my face, the kind that made whistling noises. I trembled and each time I tried to find my balance, I heard sounds of a person from behind, and when I turn, I wouldn't see a person.

The night was going to be my last, my heart wept. My mum can't bear it, she won't stop looking for me.
Was brought back to reality when an owl screeched right in my ears, having me jump and scream for help.

After I realized what made the sound, I started off running and I heard footsteps running behind me too. I was muttering words of prayer and threw my legs as far as I could but I was caught, whoever or whatever that was chasing me must have taken a shortcut and emerged in front of me because I ran into a black blindfold.

I was able to maneuver them, dragging the blindfold from my face still running.
At last I flung the door to my room open, scampered in and locked.

After I got my strength back, I gazed at the blindfold on my hand and it was a black nylon. Did I really see any figure?
The wind blew light objects around then and I must have ran into...

Once upon a time, in a small village, there was a curious 6-year-old named Timmy. He wore big, round glasses that made him look funny. Timmy loved visiting his Grandma's house, especially her magical garden.

One sunny day, Timmy went to Grandma's house. He walked into the garden, feeling the soft grass and the warm sun. Grandma had told him the garden was special, but he didn't know how much.
In the garden, he met a tiny fairy named Lily. Lily could talk and wanted to go on an adventure with Timmy. He was so excited!
Together, they explored the garden, met a funny squirrel who told jokes, and a wise owl who talked about stars. Timmy made new friends.

At a pond with big leaves, Lily told Timmy to make a wish and jump on a leaf. When he did, he found himself among the stars in the night sky! It was like a dream!
After lots of fun, they went back to Grandma's house when the sun went down. Timmy felt so happy from his magical adventure.
At bedtime, Timmy thought about his special day and couldn't wait to visit the magical garden again.

A slow chill passed through my nerves, it was relaxing and exciting, sweet and scary, warm and cold.

"Was it the movie I watched? " I asked myself.
Earlier that day, I watched a frightening or let's say a horror movie. I love watching horror or action content, they are the only scenes that engage me, and the rest of the niches are undeniably boring.

It was a long Sunday and after the tussles with tiring chores and preparation for the Monday work, I had hugged a couch and disconnected from the General air channel to Digital Display, then inserted the horror CD I bough a day ago.

It was so full of fun at first when my siblings were there watching it together with me. They jumped sometimes sitting room dramatically. All these made the movie more interesting but things began to take a turn when they left the room one by one, leaving me alone in the dark. The movie seemed to become more intense, and the atmosphere in the room grew eerily quiet.

As the movie progressed, the suspense and fear started to get under my skin. With every jump scare and creepy scene, my heart raced and my senses heightened.

The tension in the movie was palpable, and I couldn't tear my eyes away from the screen, even though a part of me wanted to look away, at the shadows that lurked in the dark.

As the climax of the movie approached, a particularly intense scene played out. The music swelled, and a sudden jolt of fear shot through me. I couldn't help but grip the edge of the couch. The soft leather felts comforting at first, but then it was as if it grabbed my palms also, had to let go.

Finally, as the movie came to an end, the credits rolled on the screen. I let out a deep breath, realizing that the movie had taken me on an emotional rollercoaster ride.

I turned off the TV and with quick steps, ran from the evil smoke that followed me, or was it all in my head?.
Flap!, my foot made a sudden noise which throbbed my soul and got me running.
I dived beneath my bedsheet at once and covered my whole body, head inclusive while I struggled to sleep instantly with my eyelids tightening at each click sound the wall clock made.

Sarah, a pious and accommodating woman lived in a land where very little believed in her. She was known throughout the community for her faith in the gospel and her incredible stories of answered prayers.

Sarah had faced her fair share of trials and tribulations. At a young age, she lost her parents in a tragic accident, leaving her an orphan. But it was during those difficult times that she discovered the power of prayer. She would often hide in her room to pray where she felt closest to God, and pour her heart out in prayer.

One fateful afternoon, a day that was shining so brightly turned dark for Sarah when received heartbreaking news. Her beloved and only child, Stephen, who had been her faithful companion since adoption, had fallen gravely ill. The local doctor had done all he could, but his efforts seemed futile.

With tears in her eyes, Sarah rushed to the hospital and knelt beside the bed her son was laid. She prayed fervently, not for a miracle, but for strength to endure the inevitable loss. She asked for guidance and comfort during this painful time.

As the days passed, Stephen's condition worsened, and Sarah's heart grew heavier. She continued to visit the hospital, finding solace in her conversations with God.
Then, one evening, something remarkable happened. Sarah heard a soft sneeze from Stephen's room. Rushing to his bed, she found him sitting up, his eyes bright and lively, the little boy who was once affected with cancer was back to life like nothing happened.

The doctor was called in quickly, he was in shock and couldn't explain what happened to Stephen. Stephen's recovery was nothing short of a miracle. He went on to live many more happy years growing to have his own family whom he taught to stay with God.
Sarah's life was a powerful story, she left a legacy behind that reminded everyone that sometimes, in the most unexpected moments, faith could move mountains and bring forth miracles beyond imagination. That's exactly when God comes in, stay in GOD!

Today I woke up early, feeling a surge of determination to arrange my assignment and submit it before the noon deadline set by our strict lecturer, Mr. Thompson. Knowing his no-nonsense nature and firm code of conduct, it was necessary to follow all his rules to avoid failure.

I quickly got out of bed and ironed my clothes, making sure they were perfectly pressed for the day ahead. Gathering all the necessary materials, I prepared myself to head to school.

Arriving in the classroom, a mix of nerves and determination filled me. I knew the importance of meeting Mr. Thompson's expectations and adhering to his guidelines. I approached his desk, my palms slightly sweaty as I handed in my assignment. His gaze, fixed and stern, left me unsure of his verdict.

Days passed, and anticipation grew amongst my classmates as they received their graded assignments. I anxiously awaited my turn, constantly questioning if I had followed every instruction to the letter. Doubts clouded my mind, but I reassured myself that I had put in my best effort.

Well, hope for the best and will accept all your well wishes, The man is indeed strict.

This afternoon, as I was immersed in my Physiology textbook, my phone rang and I saw my mother’s name flash across the screen. I picked up immediately, wondering what she had to say today.

"Hello Ebe Mummy," she greeted with a tired voice. I didn't finish responding when she cut in "I have this terrible body pain and I'm getting sick. Please, help me prescribe some medicine?"

My jaw dropped in disbelief. I'm barely surviving out here in a zoo of a school, I inhaled and replied, "Mummy, I'm just a physiology student. I can't prescribe." Breathing a sigh of relief, I continued "Well, I have a better idea. Why don't you go to the doctor? They can make the right diagnosis and prescribe the right treatment and drugs."

She didn't seem satisfied, hesitantly I suggested an antibiotic for her with the advice that she confirms from her doctor first, at last, the woman exhaled as if letting out the pains in gratefulness.
I couldn’t help but smile at her gratitude to me. Sometimes parents could be so stubborn, but deep down, they always wanted the best for us.

When I hung up, I couldn’t imagine how the roles in our relationship would change. I wasn’t just their child; I would be their keeper too. As our parents grow older, our care and concern for them become more important.

Maybe I'm ready, maybe I'm not, eventually, I'll grow into the role of a CAREGIVER.

Dyspine was a young boy known for boasting excessively and constant mocking of others in his classes. He always found opportunities to insult his teachers, even at the smallest of mistakes, proudly asserting his perfection. As a result, people did not enjoy talking to him or being around him. His arrogant attitude created a negative atmosphere, and he seemed unaware of the effect his words had on others.

However, one fateful day, Dyspine made a mistake that would completely change his perspective. His mistake was exposed in front of the whole school and he became a victim of humiliation and ridicule. The same actions he had previously directed at others are now directed at him. It was a harsh experience for Dyspine, as he went through the mental trauma of badmouthing others. The shame and ridicule he faced served as a boost for change. Dyspine realizes the power and consequences of his words, and for the first time, he truly regrets it. Determined to change himself, he began apologizing to those he had previously insulted. He took responsibility for his past behavior and began actively working to improve himself.

Slowly but surely, Dyspine began to change. He learned the value of compassion and understanding, trying to treat people with kindness and respect. Instead of putting others down, started uplifting and supporting them. His conversations became more positive and meaningful, and those around him noticed the positive change. Dyspine's new personality allowed him to form true friendships and repair damaged relationships. He became someone that others could trust and rely on. Through his own personal growth, Dyspine was able to inspire change in others as well. He encouraged his classmates to think before they speak, fostering a culture of empathy and respect within the school.

The morning began with a hushed calmness and a hopeful atmosphere. As I opened my eyes, I couldn't shake off the underlying tension that gripped me. We had a daunting exam looming over us, scheduled for 11 am, and on top of that, an intricate assignment had to be handed in that very morning.

I was engrossed in the assignment, consumed by the fear of disappointing the strict individual who had assigned it to us. Due to this, I sacrificed my time for reading and studying. The result was an inadequate preparation as I couldn't dedicate enough time to gather the necessary knowledge.

I found myself fervently working on the assignment from 4 in the morning until approximately 11:53 am. Just as I was submerged in the task, absorbed in every word, my phone startled me with a call. It was a friend informing me that our peers were already being ushered into the exam hall. Panic set in, forcing me to abandon my work in haste and sprint towards the examination venue.

Exhausted and flustered from rushing, I commenced the exam. However, I quickly realize that my lack of preparation had left me vulnerable. The questions and concepts became unfamiliar, and I struggled to conjure up the appropriate responses. It was disheartening to grasp that my limited reading had compromised my ability to perform well.

To add salt to the wound, news broke that the submission date for the assignment had been extended until the following Tuesday. The flurry of mixed feelings washed over me, a strange blend of relief and regret. It felt as though all my efforts and time had been squandered unnecessarily. The opportunity to allocate more time and energy towards the assignment had been taken away, leaving a lingering sense of waste.

In the quiet aftermath that followed, I couldn't help but reflect on the events of that day.

Are there angels?
That's exactly what I asked myself when I met Precious. When we first started, I was way over the moon with ectasy and all romantic delusions that comes with falling in love.
I gave her my heart and everything that could make the relationship a success. She came with the appearance of an Angel clothed with love and affection...alas! I was too blinded by my emotions to see that she was not what she claimed to be.
One day I went to see her at her place only to see her locking lips with a total stranger... someone I have never seen or met. Even when I confronted her she calmly told me to go away from her and not come back because I'm no longer her choice
I begged, I cried, I tried to make her see how much I love her even with her cheating I still have feelings for her when I should have been angry with her actions.
I left her place broken, shattered and scattered which makes me to ask this question: ARE THERE ANGELS? I thought I had one only to realize that I was dinning with the devil without using a long spoon.

There lived a boy named Solomon. He was known for having a bigger head than most children his age. Although his head size didn't really bother him, Solomon's stubborn nature often got him into trouble.

In school, Solomon would often tease and bully his classmates because he believed that having a bigger head made him superior. He would make fun of their clothing, their hobbies, and even their grades.

One day, a slim and small kid named David transferred to Solomon's school. Despite his size, David exhibited a strong sense of confidence and intelligence. He noticed how Solomon's actions were hurting his peers, and he decided to do something about it.

With his calm approach, David approached Solomon and said, "Hey Solomon, I've noticed that you've been teasing and bullying others. Do you think that's fair? Wouldn't it be better if we all treated each other with kindness and respect?"

Solomon scoffed, not taking David seriously. "Why should I listen to you, you skinny little nobody? My head is much bigger than yours!"

Undeterred, David replied, "Size doesn't determine a person's worth or character, Solomon. It's what's inside and how we treat others that truly matters."

Solomon rolled his eyes but couldn't help but be intrigued by David's words. There was something different about this slim kid. He seemed confident and wise beyond his years.

As time went on, David continued to show kindness to everyone, including Solomon. He would offer help, share his knowledge, and even compliment others. His behavior began to influence Solomon, who started observing his actions closely.

One day, when Solomon witnessed David standing up for a classmate who was being bullied, he couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration. He realized that it wasn't his head size that made a difference, but his character and the way he treated others.

Filled with remorse for his past actions, Solomon approached David and apologized for his behavior. "I'm sorry, David. You were right. It's not about the size of my head; it's about how I treat others. I want to change and be a kinder person."

David smiled warmly and said, "Solomon, it takes courage to admit your mistakes and want to change. I believe in you, and I know you can become a better person."

Her face was red but her beauty didn't leave her. We had stood under the intense heat of the sun waiting for our our names to be called before we were admitted into the exam hall.

She was seated opposite my desk and wore a smile that got me stunned. A gap of teeth and good lips accompanied her perfect face.
I gazed at intervals and looked away immediately whenever she looked my way.

I can remember that it was the fourth time staring at her when she caught my gaze; I looked away immediately but on second thought, I can't be looking away from a girl's gaze, so I looked back immediately and held her gaze for some time before she broke it.

I was about to look away when she turned back and fixed her eyes on me, this time determined as if she was playing a game. I smiled as if I read her thoughts and looked away.

The exam started and yet, I continued to steal glances at her. She was a rare beauty and I wished she was my wife.

If only people can be judged by their physical appearance, lol.
We finished the exam and I left without looking back.

Every day, Stanley would take the longer route to school just so he could walk past a beautiful flowering plant that captivated his heart. Its delicate petals, vibrant colors, and enchanting fragrance lured him in, whispering secrets of nature's beauty.

Stanley couldn't resist the temptation to bring a small twig with a budding flower home with him. He carefully broke off a twig, ensuring not to harm the plant, and placed it gently in his backpack. It became a daily ritual for him to seek out this plant, committing its details to memory and nurturing his collection of delicate floral treasures.

However, Stanley's friends began to grow restless with his solitary detours. They urged him to join them on their regular route to school, accusing him of being a loner and an introvert. But Stanley remained undeterred, his love for the unique and rare flower burning brightly within him.

One day, Stanley decided to share his passion with his family. He carefully planted the twigs he had collected in front of their yard, hoping they would bloom. With love and care, he tended to the plants, watering them, and providing them with plenty of sunshine.

Months passed, and to Stanley's delight, the flowers began to bloom. Their radiant colors and sweet fragrance filled the air, enchanting everyone who passed by. Stanley's family was amazed by his talent and dedication. Neighbors and friends would come to admire the blossoms, believing they brought good luck to those who beheld them.

Time flew by, and two years later, the world faced a shocking revelation. News spread like wildfire that a particular plant, the very one Stanley had loved and nurtured, had gone extinct in the wild. Scientists and researchers scrambled to find a solution, but the plant had vanished from its natural habitat.

As the news circulated, word reached the eyes and ears of those who had visited Stanley's house, marveling at the flowers in his yard. News channels and platforms clamored to know more about Stanley's remarkable feat. Stanley became famous overnight, garnering interviews and invitations to talk shows.

Stanley humbly shared his story and his profound love for the once-rare flower. His passion had not only captured the hearts of his loved ones but had also preserved the beauty that was now lost from the world. With the fame came an opportunity to spread awareness about the importance of preserving endangered species and the wonders of nature.

Last Friday marked a significant chapter in my life as I embarked on a four-hour journey to move from one house to another. The sun was just beginning its routine, casting a warm color on the familiar street I had called home for years. It was a day filled with remembrance and bittersweet farewells, especially from the neighbors we had grown close to over the years.

The morning started early, with the sun's rays gently waking me from my slumber. The to-do list loomed large in my mind as I sipped on a cup of water, taking in the familiar view from my old kitchen window. The sound of properties overturned and furniture being disassembled filled the air. My heart felt heavy with the weight of change, but I knew it was time to move on to a new chapter in life.

As the clock neared noon, friends and neighbors began to gather around our old house. It was a close-knit community, and we had shared countless moments and evenings of laughter with them. They offered helping hands, moral support, and even some tears as they saw us packing our memories into boxes.

One of our closest neighbors, Mrs. Onyi, who had lived next door for as long as I could remember, approached with a plate. Tears welled up in her eyes as she handed them to me. "You'll always have a piece of this neighborhood with you," my heart was moved by her farewell words.

As the final properties were loaded onto the moving bus, our neighbors and few church members gathered for a group photo. It was a snapshot of the bonds we had formed over the years, a picture that would forever hold a special place in my heart.

The journey to our new home felt like a whirlwind of emotions. I couldn't help but think of the memories we were leaving behind and the adventures that lay ahead. Just before sunset, we arrived at our new house. It was an empty space waiting to be filled with new memories and experiences. Unpacking felt like unwrapping a gift, revealing pieces of our old life to be re-assembled into the new. The neighbors in our new community greeted us with warm smiles and open arms, making us feel welcome from the very beginning.

As I settled into my new home that Friday night, I couldn't help but reflect on the day's events. Though I had left behind a house filled with cherished memories, I knew that the bonds we had formed with our old neighbors would endure. They would dearly miss us, just as we would miss them.

Once upon a time, there was a guy named Maxwell, and he had a special friend named Toiyo. They were like peas in a pod, always together, and everyone thought they would get married someday because they were so happy together.
But then, after seven years of being super happy, something strange happened. Toiyo started talking to Maxwell less and less, and she seemed different. When Maxwell asked her what was wrong, she said everything was okay, but it didn't feel okay to Maxwell.

One day, Maxwell decided to surprise Toiyo with a beautiful bouquet of her favorite flowers. He went to her house, knocked on the door, and when she opened it, she looked surprised and a little guilty. There, in her living room, he saw a picture of her with another guy. Maxwell's heart sank.
He asked Toiyo about the picture, and she told him the truth. She was engaged to the guy in the picture, who lived in another country. Maxwell felt like his heart was breaking into pieces. He begged Toiyo not to go, but she had already promised to marry the other guy.

Maxwell learnt to be okay without Toiyo. It was really hard for him because they had such a good time together. It's like their story was really good, but then it got all mixed up, and Maxwell was left feeling really, really sad. But he knew that someday, he would find happiness again, even if it felt far away for now.

My sister had one of the smartphones, among her peers.
A smart device that could display quality videos and amazing pictures, among other countless fascinating things it could do.

She would always send us on errands, make us do her work, and enslave us which we happily accept just so we could get hold of the phone and take pictures, or watch videos while she held it.

On this fateful day, I had gone on an errand for her, and in return, I expected her to reciprocate the deed by giving me her phone to have little fun with, but she didn't. I explained and argued and cried but my strength was wasted by her silence.

After thinking about how to revenge, I concluded that while she slept at night, I would sneak up to her and have the phone for myself for as long as I wanted.

I was awake until I saw her turn to the side and dropped her phone above the bed frame. I allowed her an extra minute to dive deep into sleep and went close. I already grabbed the device when my hand was seized. She hadn't slept yet. She got up and gave me a knock.

I let out a scream, having the phone was not a success yet, and an extra knock too?
A pain to sleep with.
I made sure my cry woke the whole family, the more I remembered how futile my whole plans were and how my plans were shattered, I increased the loudness of my wailing.