Mindviewers Stories

Few days ago, I took a taxi to somewhere to buy some items I was in need of, when I entered into the hands of some 419s. I've been hearing of how they operate, but that was my first encounter, everything I heard about them played out exactly the same. Being fully aware of the tactics, I followed them up in a very calm manner, they were frustrated in the end. I know they were not expecting it, but, it is what it is.

I came out to the junction to meet a taxi waiting for passengers, the driver asked if I was gonna board the taxi and I replied with a nod. There was one young lady at the back, and a guy at the front. Immediately I entered, another passenger, a guy entered after me, and the taxi moved. On our way, this people sparked up a conversation, I maintain the mood I always maintain while boarding a vehicle, and that is to be silent.

They were talking and laughing, and even tried to initiate me into the conversation, I refused to let a single word out of me. It wasn't long when the guy in front, started talking about how he is looking for where to change dollars into naira. A very popular tactics by this fraudsters, I knew the situation I was in, and decided to be calm and let everything play out. I pretended not to even hear what they were saying, and very busy with my phone.

I noticed how the driver was looking at me through the mirror, I'm sure they were pissed off already. They are rumored to be with charms, that will only work on you, when you reply to whatever they are saying. If I never believed it before, the guy that was talking about dollars has proven it to be true. When they couldn't get me to talk, even concerning the dollar matter, the taxi stopped, and the driver said he's not going my way again, and that I should go down.

I went down jejely, the driver looked at me and cursed me while zooming off, I laughed. Such a very popular method has been casted, they should better go and find a legal work to do. I escaped in a majestic manner.

Everybody in my compound were still asleep at 5:30 am, when I heard a man shouting from our gate, the man was passing a message to our compound. The voice was so loud that it will wake anybody from sleep, and you can't ignore it. The more annoying thing is that the man used something to hit our gate, so as to wake everybody before his loud voice continues. You can't help but listen to him, even though it's annoying.

The man was complaining and shouting, about how people dump refuse close to where he lives, and gave strict warnings that no one should dumb anything there again. He even threatened to physically deal with anyone who dares dump refuse there. I laid on my bed and thought about who the man was, and where this refuse spot is. I was still feeling sleepy, so I only wished that the man finished his talk, and went away so I could have my peace.

In the morning, I asked my neighbors who the man was, only one of them knew; the man's compound was four far compounds away from ours, so this man literally went through to all the houses round his house to give this announcement. There's no way that anybody from our compound will trek that distance to dispose refuse. I wondered where the man got the courage to go round houses at that early hour.

From the man's action, I don't think he is mentally stable, a caution tape is normally used to tape round such place, to show that no one should dump anything there again. Secondly, authority can be involved and the warning will be boldly written, including the fine for anybody who breaks the rule. So in this man's mind, going round houses is intelligent or wise? Someone from a far place can possibly pass by the place and dump something there, will be now execute his threats on such person? There are much easier and effective way of going about things.

Just the other day, I was running late for class, I was very late, despite that I tried my best, I still couldn't meet up on time. So I had no choice than to run from my house, down to where I was going to enter a shuttle inside the school. It was on a hot afternoon, I was started sweating before I could finish dressing because of how much I was in a hurry. The run had to be very fast, else, I will be more late than expected.

I was surprised to run into a dog that was sleeping on the road, while I was still navigating my way out of my street. The dog woke immediately and began to run away, thinking it was under an attack. It was very funny, I laughed, the dog was in a deep sleep, the eyes were red, and I'm sure it was running for it's life, with sleep in it's eyes. But then, the run didn't stop, I still had to get to class on time, I kept moving.

The dog ran ahead of me, and in the next few meters, there was an uncompleted building, with two guys sitting in front, with substance in their hand, that I think it was weed. Immediately they saw me running towards them, they left what they were doing and ran away with full speed. Believe me I was running fast, in their mind, it must be police officers that are after me, and they ran even without seeing anything after me.

I wanted to call out to them and tell them that no one is pursuing me, but then they looked rough and could have beaten the hell out of me for scaring them, so I continued my run quietly, while they ran and branched unknown destinations. I could not hold my laugh, it was very funny. It's only a guilty man that runs when nothing is pursuing him, so they deserved the 'run for your life's incident.

Got to class with my clothes soaked in sweats, and the funny incident didn't leave my head even for a second. 'Dogs and humans run in a blind battle to save their lives', that would have made a top headline if there were drones covering the event. Me that was innocently running to class, guilty beings were busy running too. Chai!

Once upon a time, in the vibrant town of Fruitville, nestled next to the neighboring Nuttyville, an epic love triangle was brewing. Ms. Groundnut, the most beautiful peanut in all of Nuttyville, had captured the hearts of two determined suitors: Mr. Banana, the tall, smooth-talking fruit with a curve as sharp as his wit, and Mr. Apple, the round, polished charmer with a shine brighter than the morning sun.
The Love Dilemma

Ms. Groundnut was flattered but flustered. "Oh dear," she sighed, smoothing out her peanut shell. "How do I choose between two such fine gentlemen?"

Banana leaned casually against a coconut tree, his yellow peel glistening in the sunlight. "Ms. Groundnut, you don’t need to think twice. I’m the sweetest fruit in all of Fruitville. My potassium levels are off the charts, and my smoothies are legendary!"

Apple rolled into the conversation with a dramatic bounce. "Don’t listen to him, Ms. Groundnut. He’s all mush inside! I’m firm, reliable, and versatile. I can be a pie, a juice, or even a cider. Plus, an apple a day keeps the doctor away!"

Ms. Groundnut giggled nervously. "You both have strong points, but this is a tough nut to crack."
The Great Showdown

To settle the matter, the fruits of Fruitville and the nuts of Nuttyville agreed to host a competition. The winner would earn Ms. Groundnut's hand in marriage.
Round 1: Talent Show

Banana performed a daring slip-and-slide routine, leaving the crowd in stitches as he zoomed across the stage. "They call me the comedy king for a reason!" he boasted, bowing dramatically.

Apple, not to be outdone, performed a juggling act using oranges, grapes, and even a kiwi. "Versatility, folks!" he declared. The crowd roared in approval.

Ms. Groundnut clapped politely. "Very impressive, gentlemen. But I’m not quite convinced yet."
Round 2: The Cooking Challenge

Banana whipped up his famous banana split, complete with whipped cream, cherries, and sprinkles. "Taste the magic!" he exclaimed as the judges dug in.

Apple prepared a warm apple crumble with a dollop of vanilla ice cream. "Simple, classic, and delicious," he said with a confident grin.

The judges were torn. Ms. Groundnut was beginning to sweat.
Round 3: The Love Declaration

Finally, it was time for the heartfelt declarations.

Banana stepped forward, holding a bouquet of sugarcane. "Ms. Groundnut, my heart has been peeled for you since the day we met. You’re my better half, and together, we’d make the perfect trail mix!"

The crowd swooned.

Apple, not one to lose, rolled up with a box of caramel apples. "Ms. Groundnut, you are the crunch to my sweetness. Without you, life would be the pits. Marry me, and let’s make Fruitville and Nuttyville the sweetest place on earth!"

Ms. Groundnut felt her shell blush. Both were so convincing!
The Twist

As the crowd waited with bated breath, a sudden commotion erupted. A cheeky coconut strutted onto the stage. "Wait a minute!" he yelled. "Why should Banana or Apple win? Ms. Groundnut, I’ve loved you since forever. I’m sturdy, I’m tropical, and I make excellent oil!"

Gasps filled the air as the audience turned to Ms. Groundnut. She giggled and finally spoke.

"Banana, Apple, and Coconut, you’ve all been amazing. But the truth is…" She paused dramatically, "...I’m already married—to Mr. Cashew!"

The crowd erupted into laughter as Mr. Cashew, a humble and quiet nut, waved shyly from the sidelines.

Banana slipped in shock, Apple rolled offstage, and Coconut cracked under the pressure. Ms. Groundnut held her husband's hand and said, "Sometimes, the best match isn’t the loudest or the shiniest—it’s the one who’s been there all along."

And so, the fruits and nuts of the land learned that love, much like a good trail mix, is all about balance.