Mindviewers Stories

Most nights when I come home late, I like to stop at my favorite spot to buy some fruits, and sometimes, akamu. It’s become a small tradition that helps me unwind after a long day. Tonight was no different except I didn’t have enough cash on me. After bargaining for the fruits I wanted, I walked over to a nearby POS vendor to withdraw money.

While I was at the POS stand, struggling with the usual poor bank network, I heard a loud crash. Turning around, I saw that a reckless tricycle driver had crashed right into the fruit shop. The worst part? He didn’t even stop to apologize or help. He sped off like nothing happened. Fruits, my package, and the shop owner’s goods were scattered across the road.

It was heartbreaking to see. People who witnessed the scene immediately jumped in to help her pick up whatever they could. The fruit seller looked overwhelmed, almost defeated. I couldn’t help but think how unfair life can be, especially in these hard times when every kobo matters. Watching her losses spread across the road felt like watching a piece of her hard work crumble.

I felt so bad for her. All I could do was add a little extra money to what I owed, hoping it would help soften the blow, even if just a bit. She managed a tired smile as she thanked me, but I could tell she was still broken.

One day, something sharp pierced the sole of my foot. At first, I thought it was just a minor wound, so I didn’t pay much attention to it. But over the next four days, the pain didn’t ease. It only grew worse, especially whenever I walked. I couldn’t understand what was causing the discomfort, so I finally decided to inspect my slippers closely to understand the source of the issue.

When I checked, I discovered a needle-like object with spikes lodged in my slippers. It had been pressing against the wound the whole time! Shocked, I quickly threw it away, but by then, the damage was already done. The wound wasn’t healing, and the area around it started to look dark and swollen. That’s when I realized it might be infected and decided it was time to visit a clinic.

At the clinic, the doctor confirmed that the wound was indeed infected. They cleaned it up thoroughly, applied some medication, and gave me instructions for treatment at home. I was also prescribed antibiotics to help fight the infection. It took about two weeks of proper care for the pain to finally subside, and I could walk normally again without limping or discomfort.

After a rough week, I decided it was time for a mental reset, so I planned an evening walk. I needed fresh air and time to clear my head. My trousers had small pockets that couldn't hold my phone, so I grabbed my side bag, tossed in some cash, and slung it over my shoulder. With the bag secure and the sun starting to set, I began my stroll, ready to let the week’s stress melt away.

The walk was perfect, I explored new corners and bathed in the fading sunlight. After about 40 minutes, the sun bowed out, signaling the end of my little adventure. On my way back, I stopped at a roadside stall to grab some fried yam. The crisp, warm snack in hand was a reward for surviving the week. I ate some of it as I walked home, enjoying the moment.

As I entered my street, a guy approached me, asking if I lived nearby. I said no, keeping it short to avoid any unnecessary interactions. Something about him felt off, and I wasn’t in the mood to let anyone disrupt my mental peace. He didn’t take the hint, though, and kept edging closer. When he crossed into my personal space, my instincts flared up. I didn’t like his vibe, so I gracefully shifted away, keeping my distance.

That’s when I spotted them, two other guys walking toward us from different angles. The realization hit me; they were likely trying to corner me. My heart picked up pace, but I kept my movements calm and calculated. I took another step back, creating space between me and all three of them. I guess they weren’t expecting me to notice so quickly because they paused, watching me like hungry toddlers.

I didn’t wait around to see what they’d do next. I walked off confidently, not rushing but keeping my strides purposeful till I disappeared into the dark.