Mindviewers Stories

As I sat in my room with nothing much to do, my eyes fell upon an article lying on the table. It looked like a cartoon pot on a sheet, but I realized it was actually an interesting sight to draw. Suddenly, I felt the urge to get creative, and the idea of making a drawing popped into my mind.

It had been ages since I last picked up a pencil to draw something, but the idea of trying my hand at it again excited me. I decided to give it a shot. As I began sketching, I quickly realized that drawing wasn't as easy as I remembered. My first attempt didn't turn out as expected, and the result was far from what I had envisioned.

Undeterred, I was determined to get that perfect image on paper. I wiped the slate clean and started over, attempting to recreate the design with more precision and care. The second attempt was better, but I felt there was still room for improvement.

Drawing and erasing, cleaning and retrying, I persisted until I finally achieved the image I had in mind. It took several tries, but with each attempt, I learned and improved. When I finished, I looked at the drawing in front of me, feeling a sense of pride and accomplishment. The lines and shapes came together to form a beautiful image, and I couldn't help but admire my handiwork.

It was a small victory, but the process of creating something from scratch and persevering until I achieved the desired result was incredibly gratifying. This experience reminded me of the satisfaction that comes from pursuing a creative endeavor and the joy of seeing improvement through dedication and patience. It was a simple drawing, but it left me with a sense of fulfillment and a newfound appreciation for the art of creating.

Alright put call if you want your picture on a portrait. I can draw, no reason am.

When I was still a little girl of 8, I had a friend who was a daughter to a neighbour living in thesame flat with us. We were often seen together both in the compound and outside the compound.

During one occasion when we were playing hide and seek in one of the peaceful street nearby, a grown up girl came and confronted us for nothing, she bullied us and we planned revenge even though we were little.
The day after, we eavesdrop were she lived and heard her aunt send her on an errand, so quickly we kept banana peels on the stairs, it was just 3 steps away from the ground to avoid her having any serious injury.

To our amazement, she stepped on it and slipped, landing with her buttocks. It was a loud thud accompanied by her short scream, her eyes was reddened and we felt pity.
We came out of hiding and helped her up, she thanked us in sorrowful voice while we muffled up our laughters.

We were friends after that day and she treated us very nicely with the conception that we helped her while she was down.