Mindviewers Stories

As I was sitting today in my seat and reading a novel, a romance novel to be specific, I spotted a large mosquito fly in through my doors. I had opened the doors and left my curtains down, you know, and suddenly this mosquito, which was extremely larger than the normal species, made its entry.

I immediately glanced around for my broom, but I couldn’t find it at first where I had dropped it, it might had slid away.
After a quick search, I finally picked up the broom and made my way back to confront the mosquito. It flew around loudly and sharply, with that irritating sounds that all mosquitoes made, except that for its size, the loudness was more loud.

I fought this mosquito for several minutes, waving the broom in all directions, until I finally managed to hit it. It fell down, and I couldn’t help but study it like a scientist examining a specimen. It was such a funny experience though, I couldn’t help but wonder, is that kind of mosquito categorized in our biology, I doubt if a mosquito that large was categorised in those textbooks.

I knew returning home from school for a short holiday or a short break wasn't such a great idea. But my home is my home, as they always say.

I returned home about a week ago, and I must say that I'm already tired of everything.
It no longer feels like a home for resting. It's been from one work to another, from one chore to another, from one errand to another. I do not blame the family or my mom or dad. I actually just blame it on time and development, and I'm partly happy about this. Except that everything domestic work now rests on me.

My elder sister has gotten married. My brothers are all in school far away. So I, as the last born, I think it's just my duty naturally. But sometimes I just feel like things could go back to normal like the way things had been- when chores were shared between other elder siblings and then I get the easiest task.

Looking back, all I can say is thank you God, for the progress thus far.

A few years ago, there was a man in my neighborhood who kept pigeons. These birds often flew around, and some of them would come into my compound before heading back. But there was this one particular pigeon that started showing up at my window more often than the rest. At first, I didn’t think much of it, but when I noticed its consistency, I began leaving little things for it like garri, bread crumbs, or sometimes chin chin.

At first, the pigeon was afraid. The moment I came near, it would fly away without a second thought. It clearly wasn’t interested in being touched or making friends. I decided to just let it be and left food for it to enjoy without disturbing it. Over time, though, it became less scared. It started hanging around my window longer, even after eating the food. I knew we were slowly building some sort of trust.

One day, something surprising happened. The pigeon flew into my house. At first, I thought it might have been an accident, but it didn’t seem panicked or rushed. It stayed calm and even let me touch it briefly before flying off again. That moment was special, as if the bird had finally accepted me as a friend.

From then on, it became a routine. The pigeon would come by almost every evening, and it wasn’t just about the food anymore. It seemed to enjoy being around, and I found myself looking forward to its visits.
Unfortunately, the man who owned the pigeons eventually moved out, and my little feathered friend went with him.

Saturday hit me hard in a way I didn’t expect. The day started fine; I went jogging early in the morning, feeling good about staying active. I didn’t leave the house after that, just spent time reading my Bible and taking short naps. Everything seemed okay, and I even felt relaxed.

Later in the evening, I went jogging again, thinking it was a good way to end the day. After that, I called it a night and went home feeling tired but satisfied. I stayed up late, though, which I now think was a bad idea. I didn’t realize my body wasn’t happy with all the stress.

In the middle of the night, I woke up to the most painful muscle pull I’ve ever had. My calf felt like it was tearing apart, and I couldn’t help but scream. The pain was so sharp it scared me. Luckily, after a few minutes, it went away, but it left me afraid. I was just grateful it didn’t last longer, but it was still a terrible experience.

Even after the pain stopped, I couldn’t sleep again. I kept rolling around in bed, worried it might come back. That night taught me a big lesson about overdoing things and not letting my body rest properly. It’s something I’ll be more careful about from now on.

was all set to make my special Sunday rice. After rinsing my pot and was about to get started started, I opened the lid of the pot ready to pour in the rice in it when i saw a shocking thing in the pot. A wall gecko was sitting inside my pot.

I couldn't believe my eyes as I stood frozen in place for what felt like five whole minutes, just staring at the creature. My mind was swimming with several questions. How did this gecko get into my pot? Did it sneak in while the lid was kept aside while I was rinsing the pot?

I have heard stories about war geckos before. Some said they were poisonous, and I wondered if this could mean something spiritual. Was there a reason it chose to land in my pot?

On a second thought, it was Sunday and I couldn't let it ruin my Sunday. So, after a quick prayer to keep the bad vibes away, I carefully removed the gecko from the pot. With determination, I rinsed the pot again and again. I didn’t just rinse it, I scrubbed it hard with my iron sponge, making sure it was as clean and shiny as possible.

The pot was back on the stove in no time.
A promise of a good meal was made again as my pot heated. Didn't let just a little lizard interfere with my Sunday plans.

I had just finished taking my bath when I stepped out of my bedroom, feeling refreshed. As I opened the door and wanted to enter my room to dry my body, my hand suddenly slipped, and I spilled a bottle of red oil all over the floor.
We all know how expensive that oil is nowadays, and as I picked up the bottle, I realized with that it was more than half spilled it had emptied even more than half. Something I just bought.

What was supposed to last me for about ten meals had been reduced to only last four times. I had just bought the oil that very day, placing it on the cupboard near the entrance to my bedroom, planning to take it to the kitchen later. But it was too late after I picked the almost empty bottle up in regrets. The oil had leaked with such force that I hit it with, splattering everywhere.

At that moment, my day felt like it was falling apart, but what truly spoiled it further was the the rag I had just washed will suffer it more. In a panic, I grabbed the rag to soak up the oil before it spread further into my room and damaged other belongings. I still had some stubborn stains on my bedsheet and the rug that I couldn’t get rid of completely but it fine, stuffs happen.

I finished college 2014. The zeal to further my education became strong (the spirit was willing but the pocket digodi very weak), I've always had passion for education. Sadly, I spent two years at home.

2016, I wrote my first jamb exam and scored an aggregate of 245. Of course I smashed my utme questions and luckily for me was able secure admission into MOUAU. Yes, I was to study accounting; I've always wanted to be an accountant.

Days turned into weeks, at this point all I needed was to pay my acceptance fees and some other fees. I was so excited, my joy knew no bounds as I began to envisage my life as an undergraduate and soon to be 'ACCOUNTANT'😊.
The D' day arrived, with my hopes high, enthusiastically waiting to receive some funds from my parents so I can make the payment but to my utmost dismay I was disappointed.🥺

The money that was meant for me to pay for the acceptance fee was used to offset my Sister's medical bills. Saddened by the situation at hand, I did what I know best; I had to let the tears flow. It seemed like my dreams had come to a halt; my life shattered and my world pulverized. In spite of all these, I didn't lose hope.

The best I could do at the moment was to distance myself from my team(people that I wrote jamb and post utme with that later got admission). Even Though I was genuinely happy for them but I simply do not want them to constantly rub it(admission) on my face. I do not want them to remind me of my pains.🥺

Years later, I wrote another jamb after I was done with my skill acquisition program. Luckily, I secured admission into the prestigious school ABIA STATE UNIVERSITY, UTURU to study mass communication.

2023 would have been my year of graduation but Covid-19 disrupt the plan. Alas! 2024, I dropped the pen 🖊️. I'm glad things happened the way it did.

The sky is just my starting point. 🙌
There's definitely light at the end of the tunnel❤️
Delay is not DENIAL💯
Though it may TARRY, but it will surely come to pass🙏

Las las, Na who give up, Fu¢k up🥳.

It was a busy day trying to finish this certainwork. So focused that I didn’t see the time moving extremely fast, till now I cant tell how it happened that I wasnt timing myself. But suddenly, I looked at my phone and was shocked that it was already past 12 pm.

My tummy was growling and battling with me to serve it it's first offering because I was very hungry, but I was still trying to round up the work which was almost completed before I continued with any other thing.
If you want to know how much focus I had on this task, then I should let you know that I didn't was my morning face.

When I got done, I thought about getting dressed to go buy something to eat. Just then, I heard a knock at my door. It was my friend, my nice neighbor! She had a big, beautiful plate that was showing of hot smoke.

When I took the plate from her and opened it, my eyes was greeted with the kind of aroma you only find in rare places
She had given me a plate of well cooked spaghetti and two slices of fried fish on it. The smell made me very happy as i quickly thanked her and ran to get my fork. I ate carefully not to spill anything. People can cook, forget stories.

I was just enjoying my own time going about my today's activities after washing my clothes. When I was done washing, I dived into my phone and started playing some soccer games. I connected with an online friend to battle and guess what? I came in second place! I don’t like to say I lost, so I prefer to say I came second. My friend beat me, and it was so funny because I had already boasted about how I was going to win before the game even started.

As evening set in, two of my female friends, who I wasn’t very close with, showed up. One of them was celebrating her birthday.
It’s funny because the one who was celebrating her birthday is the same one they often call my wife at school. I was not exlecting to see her after I posted her on my status and sent her a private heartwarming message.

They pulled me out of my comfort zone and insisted that I buy some suya meat for them. I wasn’t really planning to be a host, but that’s how I ended up spending money I didn’t have.

Living away from your parents can be very, very hard. So when I was returning back to where I stayed alone as an independent child, I didn't return with foodstuffs and all that. I was just trying to hustle off, you know, without time. I had not much time. I was actually purchasing food until about last week when I got a surprise review from one of my siblings.

As I emptied the contents of the bag, I met about 3-4 tubers of yam, no vex say I no remember the exact number, e get why. Nothing gladdened my days as much. Can you believe that throughout this year, I have not had yam? I am very serious about it, and many will doubt this, but this is the truth.

Immediately I saw these yams, I quickly went and refilled my gas cylinder, cut the yam into pieces, and cooked a very delicious yam and beans. That day was my birthday, I couldn't lie.
As I'm writing this now, it's just one tuber leftwhich I'll be slicing up for some fresh yam and oil tomorrow mor-mor

Wisdom tooth pain is no joke. I’ve always heard my friends complain about how painful it can be, especially when their wisdom teeth started growing. I was always so scared of the day I would experience it for myself, but then it happened. One morning, I started feeling a slight discomfort around the back of my mouth. At first, I didn’t think much of it. But as the day went on, the pain slowly started to increase, and by evening, I couldn’t ignore it anymore. That’s when it hit me – it was my wisdom tooth coming through.

The pain was unlike anything I’d experienced before. It was constant, and I couldn’t find a comfortable position to sit in. I kept thinking about how bad my friend’s experience was and how much pain they had gone through. That night, I tried to get some sleep, but the discomfort made it impossible. I kept tossing and turning, praying the pain would go away, but it didn’t. It was only when the morning came that I realized something strange – the pain was gone. Just like that.

I was amazed. By the time I woke up, all the pain had disappeared. I could hardly believe it. It was like a miracle. The rest of the day came and went, and there was no more discomfort. I thought I was in the clear. And true enough, as my wisdom tooth finished growing, I never experienced any more pain. It was almost like it never happened. But I still wonder how I would’ve managed if the pain had lasted longer. Honestly, I feel so lucky.

When I woke up very early in the morning. I was so excited because today was a special day! I had written a story, and I was going to get some money from it after staying awake the ladt night to place a withdrawal. I couldn’t wait for the money to come at 2 PM.

All morning, I thought about what I wanted to do with the money. I wanted to cook delicious food, it had been over 4 days since I had a proper food, been surviving on concoction all along. When the clock finally hit on 2 PM, I looked at my phone and behold the alert! My face was lit in visible joy.

I quickly wrote down a list of things I needed to buy from the store, these days, without making a list first, you might end up buying only a bottle of oil with all your money.
I went to the grocery store. When I got there, everything was a little bit expensive, but I remembered that I could buy the things I wanted because I had won the money. I had to add extra money to the one i won, but I couldn't complain, can I?

I got home and immediately started setting up things to make my long awaited meal as I sang happily all through.
Today was fulfilling all because of you all who engage my posts, and I say a very big thank you to you all.

There is this compound we used to live in, it was a rented apartment, my mother, father and my siblings all lived there together. At first when we moved into the compound, my mother was so free with the landlord and his family who were our church members, she will stroll to her house any day she's at home and have a fun chat with them. I can even remember a day I wasn't feeling fine, she told me to go and help the landlord to move some trips of sand with a shovel. There was this close, and I really liked it.

But everything suddenly changed when I was away for four months in school, when I returned home, I noticed that my mother no longer goes to check on our landlord's family, and she didn't seem to be in good terms with them. She wouldn't even let me go there for any reason, I asked my siblings, but they said nothing happened, I wondered why everything suddenly changed. I didn't like it. The landlord had one male and three female children, they didn't look healthy and fit to do heavy task because of their poor genotype and blood group.

The landlord needs external help at times to get some tasks done, but my mum for reasons I don't know disallows it. There was a time that the daughter was having a convocation ceremony and invited me, I offered to assist in the little way I could, but my mum tried to stop me, I refused to let myself be stopped, I helped her out. At some point, I helped out anyway without taking permission from my mum, because I knew she won't approve. I refused to let myself be involved in whatever ever hidden dispute they have.

Life has to be simple, I can't let what you think or feel about others stop me from associating with them. My good deeds paid off, there's a time my laptop had an issue, it was the son who is a computer engineer that fixed my laptop for free, the parents bless me with money and other items every time I travel back to school, there is a time my landlord happened to be driving to the state where I school for his business, he asked me to join him and he drove me straight to my house in school, transport fare of 10k was saved. I once had a little issue in school, the son used to be a student in my school, so he called someone to assist me.

So many other favours gained, the relationship is good. No one knows where the future will take us, so it's an error to dislike someone without a reason, humans are supposed to look after each other, that's the only way a better world can be created. So many instances where I've heard people say negative things about people, but on getting close to the people that negative things is being spoken about, I discover that it's quite the opposite and they are much more nicer than their accusers. You look and care after each other, because it's natural and biblical, you might need their help tomorrow. Don't believe every negative things said about people, most of them are lies. From experience.

My siblings and I went to visit our grandmother in her village. Whrn it was alrwady evening and the moon was shown a little of its head making everything look warm. Granny, abii grandma ordered that we come around for dinner

After we ate dinner, Grandma looked at us and said- Why don’t you all come sleep in my room tonight?
My siblings' eyes lit up with joy. I thought it was a great idea too, even though I pretended to be grown-up about it. We moved our pillows and blankets into her big room, excited to be close together.

When we were all settled in, my siblings started asking the old lady to tell them a story.
I wanted them to be quiet and sleep instead, so i tried to instruct them to sleep, like a responsible older sibling wey I be. But Grandma just smiled and said- Oh, let them be..

She sat in her chair, and we all focused on her. Grandma began to tell a story about a magical animal kingdom srory. My siblings listened carefully, their eyes wide with excitement, if it was to learn their book, they won't give that kind of attention. I tried to act like an adult and not show how much I enjoyed it, but soon I couldn't help myself. The story was so good!

As she told the story, I found myself laughing and getting lost in the adventure along with my siblings. It felt nice to be a child again.

My neighbor was pleading with a girl over the phone. It was one of the funniest calls I'd ever heard. He kept saying things like, "Please don't do this to me. I can explain." Each time ge repeated this statement got me thrown into laughter so loud that he could hear it across the wall that separated his room from mine, and I couldn't help but think he sounded ridiculous.

Suddenly, I noticed the call end abruptly, and a moment later, my neighbor came out of his room, looking a bit unwell, he was looking sick already. He walked straight up to me and started spilling the story behind the phone call. I felt guilty for having laughed so loud then.

His girlfriend wanted to break up with him, and he was trying to explain his side of things. He told me, "If a girl makes you lose your way, then she’s not good for you." That was solid advice I thought, but it was still the same man who was begging some minutes ago.

I didn't know much about their relationship or what had led to this moment. All I could do was nod and listen as he vented, wondering how someone could go from pleading on the phone to standing in front of me already trying to make his soon to be ex look like the evil one with lots of flaws.

After church service, I felt a dryness that could only mean one thing; harmattan was on its way. The air was different, carrying that familiar, dusty smell. It reminded me of Christmas, a time I always look forward to. But as much as I love the holiday vibe it brings, I don’t exactly enjoy walking around during harmattan season. The mix of harsh sun and dry, cold wind is always a struggle.

When I got home, the first thing I did was take off the heavy senator attire I’d been wearing all day. I’d been roasting in it since morning, and the relief I felt was almost instant. My stomach was growling, and I could barely sit still. Just as I was thinking about what to eat, I remembered I’d missed a call from my friend who lives in the next compound. Figured I’d kill two birds with one stone – see her and maybe find something to eat.

So, I strolled over, hoping she was still around. As I walked into her place, my eyes lit up; she’d just finished making noodles with fried eggs! My timing couldn’t have been better. I handed her some apples I’d picked up on my way home, a small “thank you” for what I was about to devour. She seemed happy to see me too, and before I knew it, I was seated, ready to dig in.

To be honest, noodles aren’t my favorite. I eat them when I have no other option, but this time, they felt like a blessing. There’s something about eating food that someone else prepared for you, it always tastes better. Maybe it’s the love they put into it or just the comfort of having company. Either way, I wasn’t complaining.

We chatted and laughed as I ate, and even though the noodles didn’t really fill me up, I felt satisfied. It wasn’t about the food itself; it was about the warmth of being with a friend who cared. The hunger in my belly was somehow replaced by the happiness I felt from our little meal together.
By the time I headed back home, the dry harmattan air didn’t seem as harsh. I felt lighter, happier, and ready to settle in for the evening.

It's been ages since I last bought potatoes. Ever since prices started skyrocketing, I just stopped buying them, thinking they’d be way too expensive. With how things are in the market these days, you can never really tell what price to expect. So, I kind of avoided it altogether, thinking it wasn’t worth the stress. But today, I suddenly had this strong craving for some cooked potatoes, so I decided to take my chances and see what I'd find.

Honestly, I walked to the market expecting the worst. I was already prepared to spend 1000 naira for maybe four or five small pieces at most. I had already accepted it in my mind as I made my way there. But to my surprise, when I handed the seller my 1000 naira, she packed way more potatoes than I expected. She gave me about eight big ones, and I was still in shock, wondering if she misheard me or if I’d somehow lucked out.

Before I could say a word, she even tried adding more potatoes! I quickly stopped her, saying, "Aunty, it’s just 1000 naira o!" She looked at me and laughed, saying she knew and that it was fine. She even tossed in an extra piece just to be nice. I couldn’t believe it. With how expensive things have been, I never thought potatoes would be one of the more affordable items. I left the market with my potatoes, still surprised and a bit amused.

Maybe potatoes are the only cheap thing left in the market these days. It’s funny because you’d expect something as basic as potatoes to be pricier, especially with everything else being so costly. But today, I left with a small victory, a bag full of potatoes, and a satisfied smile. Guess I’ll be making potato dishes for the next few days

An old time friend visited me some days ago. It was a tiring walk going to bring her from the junction.
After we happily met, walked about 2 minutes before we got to my house.

We were tired because it was a very hot afternoon. I myself, who walked the short distance to bring her in, was so tired. Now you can imagine how tired she herself was.

Just as we entered the house and she had seated and made herself comfortable, I had given her a cup of water and then a can of malt to help cool her off when all of a sudden we spotted a scorpion entering through the door. It was just as if she had invited the scorpion with her.

As if in expectance, she stood immediately and killed it with a broom, uttering some words of prayer as she ebuked the harmful creature.

Almost throughout her stay, our conversation was centered at scorpions and other similar harmful organisms. It was fun to have her around.

There is this incident that whenever I remember it, I feel very awkward, it happened years ago, but I still feel bad till date. It was during Christmas, my cousins came to spend the holiday with us, we had lots of fun and explored places together. Everything would have still went on smoothly if I admitted that I couldn't do a particular at that time, other than try to impress somebody, hmm.

One of my cousins that was around my age could drive, he drove his father out, and when he returned home, he asked me if I could drive, he was around my age and I didn't want to feel embarrassed, my father was still teaching me the basics, so I answered yes. He told me his father wants him to get something for him, so he will be going with the car and I should be the one to drive. How could I object.

I only knew how to start the engine and put it into gear, I felt I could get myself to do what I have never done, just to make sure I avoid the embarrassment. What followed next horrible, I ignited the engine, I can't even remember what I did next, I drove directly into my father's car, damaging the head light, the wind screens, the bumpers and many other things. Two cars damaged at the same time, now the embarrassment I was avoiding came to me in 100 folds.

My parents and my cousin's parent were shocked at what just happened, I was heavily scolded, my parents spent a lot of money to repair the damages done. It's not an embarrassment to admit that you can't do something, it's better than to try doing it just to impress somebody. Now, I'll always be myself no matter what, I won't admit what I can't do and I won't do something just because I want to impress somebody. The money is still very fresh in my head.

I decided to open up my extension after enduring its faults for some time now. I got my screwdriver and then I opened the screws up.

Opening it, I saw where the damage was coming from, there was a wire that was cut (you must be guessing right now how easy the work is going to be aren't you?

But the problem was how to join this wire back. I was without pliers and there was light. Switching of the wall fuse doesnt entirely cutout the current running in wires and I had embarked on the journey with just my bare hands wrapped nylons. I knew nylons were insulating object, so I covered my hands with nylon.

A little mistake, my hand got to touch a naked wire. It shook my hand so well that I had to drop everything I was doing and move a distance away from the pieces scattered on the floor.

I rested for about 20 minutes thinking about what inspired me to start playing with extensions in the first place as I looked at the extension in disgust.

After getting a good rest, I got back up, picked up my screwdriver, wrapped my hand back in the nylon, and then coupled back the extension. I'll leave it like that till whenever!

For the past four or five days, I’ve been pushing myself hard toward growth. I decided to cut down on entertainment and instead dive into books that could actually change my life. On top of that, I’ve been brushing up on my tech skills, trying to improve and expand my knowledge. It’s been intense, but worth it.

One of these days, I was so drained that I crashed around 8pm, something that rarely ever happens. I woke up around 2am, sweating like crazy, so I stepped outside to cool down and catch some fresh air. The night was quiet, and the cool air was refreshing.

I’d been standing there for a bit when I suddenly heard footsteps downstairs. With the way our compound is set up, we’re encouraged to create noise in situations like this to alert neighbors. I grabbed a spoon and a plate to make some noise and decided to go see what was going on.

When I got downstairs, there they were; two boys right in front of me, trying to break into a neighbor’s house. This neighbor had traveled, so I guess they thought it was the perfect opportunity. Without wasting time, I banged the plate hard to sound the alarm, and both of them took off running before anyone else could even wake up.

They were lucky to get away this time, feels surreal to remember, but I’m just glad nothing worse happened.