Mindviewers Stories

This morning was church cleanup day, so I arrived early to join in. After the opening prayers, we had a short meeting where everyone was given refreshments. The atmosphere was lively, with people chatting and preparing for the cleanup. It felt good to be part of the team, knowing we were working together to keep the church clean and organized.

Once the cleaning started, I suddenly remembered something we used to do as kids. Back then, we would stack up plastic chairs and climb to the top just for fun. Feeling a bit nostalgic, I decided to try it again. I carefully arranged several chairs, making sure they were stable, then climbed up and sat at the highest point. The feeling was incredible, like I was on a throne, watching everything from above.

As I sat there, completely relaxed, I almost forgot about the cleanup going on around me. The cool breeze, the height, and the slight swaying of the chairs made it an oddly satisfying experience. I was enjoying my moment when, suddenly, I heard my leader’s voice calling my name. He was urging me to come down and lead the closing prayer. At that moment, I realized I had been sitting up there for quite some time, just enjoying the view.

With a smile, I climbed down from my "throne" and joined the group. Everyone was already gathered, waiting for the prayer to wrap up the day's work. I took a deep breath, cleared my mind, and led the closing prayer, thanking God for strength and unity.

Last night was the hungriest I have ever been. I was deep in sleep when my stomach woke me up, demanding food like it was on strike. With no proper meal ready, I had no choice but to pour garri, mix it with milk, and drink it just to calm my belly. After finishing the cup, I lay back down, hoping to sleep, but the hunger refused to let me rest. It felt like my stomach was laughing at me, saying, "Is this all you’ve got?"

That was when I remembered my bottle of chin chin. I had misplaced it some days ago, and because I was hardly ever at home, I never had time to look for it. But last night, hunger gave me no option. I needed to find that chin chin at all costs. My body was weak, but desperation gave me energy. I turned the whole house upside down, searching every corner, opening every drawer, and checking under every table.

At some point, I started regretting my carelessness. If I had kept the bottle in a safe place, I wouldn't be suffering like this. The hunger was making me dizzy, and I felt like my strength was leaving me. My stomach kept rumbling, reminding me that time was running out. The struggle was real, and I was paying the price for my mistake.

Finally, after what felt like a lifetime, I found the bottle. I didn’t even wait to sit properly before opening it and stuffing my mouth with chin chin. I don’t think I could have survived much longer without finding something to eat.