Mindviewers Stories

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.

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.

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.