Mindviewers Stories

Today was another practical turmoil. We left home around 8 AM to get to school. We knew it was a practical class, so we had to leave early to ensure we wouldn't miss out on anything.

When we arrived, we realized that the entrance to the practical hall was locked making us contemplate on the probability that the non-academic staff union strike and all that could have played a part.

Well, we waited there for nothing less than 30 minutes until the door was finally unlocked. The manager had shown up, but without supporting staff; we understood without being told that it was because of the strike.

We started off the practical and hoped that without time constraints we would be done quickly.
Surprisingly "in no time turned into hours", it was 5hrs.

Normally, I do not eat breakfast before going to school. It always made me feel uncomfortable and restless each time I tried. Usually prefered to eat in the afternoons on school days. However, this particular morning, a thought crossed my mind that I should get something to eat before heading to school, stubborn me never expected the practical to extend until 5 PM, though so I left with an empty stomach.

It’s saddening, but I challenged myself, I guess.
It’s not that I didn’t have an extra cash to buy food or snacks around; I just figured I could train myself, or rather train my stomach, to adjust to a different system.

(No mind all this oyibo, hunger really wipe me wetin no good today.)

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.