Mindviewers Stories

I called my mother about five days ago to relate to her about my supervisor and how he has been incompetent and very wicked concerning our seminar differences. I had come to my mum, and she promised to take action about it. Well, first, she went to the prayer house and collected some Bible verses.

She was determined to pray for me and my situation, believing that divine intervention could help turn things around. My mother went on to share the verses with me, encouraging me to meditate on them and trust that things would improve. She always had a way of uplifting my spirits.

In the following days, I noticed a slight shift in my supervisor's behavior. While I wouldn't say he completely changed overnight, there were moments when he seemed less critical and more open to dialogue. I continued to follow my mother’s advice, praying and holding onto hope.

But I also knew I had to take some proactive steps. I started preparing for the seminar more diligently, gathering my materials and reviewing my presentations. I wanted to be well-prepared, not only to impress my supervisor but also to prove to myself that I could rise above the challenges.

My supervisor call me just some days ago, apologizing for how things had gone and a possible solution to it.
It was just a miracle! And prayers can never be overrated.

We all came out to do the Saturday cleaning, but this particular guy that moved into the compound was stubborn. He didn't know how things were done in this new residence, and he had just popped in a week ago, claiming he was a big boy and muscular, but we wouldn't give him a chance.

Immediately our lodge president identified that he was proving stubborn and not ready to join us for the Saturday cleanup activities. We all rushed out to meet him as we knocked. He was just bewildered. He couldn't talk again. As we dragged him to the spot for the cleanup, it looked like it was a movie because he was far outnumbered. People had clustered around him, and if he had made any wrong move, he could have been taught a very severe lesson.

If he had come from a lodge where they don't do cleanup or they don't respect anybody, this particular lodge and residence is quite different.

He thought that with his big head and wooden shoulders, that he could come here and claim superiority. He's lucky he didnt chop sand.

Wearing white clothes is something that I usually liked, but then I had a female friend who usually advised me against wearing white clothes, wearing white shirts and white trousers. But this particular day, we were going for a party, so after checking through my clothing, I decided to wear this particular white native shirt.

After I wore this shirt, I went for the party, and I was enjoying myself. It was a daytime party shop and it was organized by my school and friends. It was during the noon, around 3 PM, that we decided to head out to another different location. Then I looked at my wife, and I couldn't even place a term to what I was looking like.

Some red wine had spilled on my shirt, and I had spoiled my trousers and everything. I couldn't even relate. I was just buried, and I wanted to go home even though I was having a great time. I just wanted to see myself at home.