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A good decision

Turns out my decision to stockpile my house with foodstuffs in December was not a stupid one after all.

As soon as I got my salary, I gathered everything, I mean every dime I made in December and went to get food items.

From rice to beans to noodles to spaghetti to custard to salt,oil,tomatoes, to egg, you name it. There was nothing edible I didn't stockpile.

My friend advised I keep some money at least, that it was stupid to spend all my salary on buying just food. I don't know if it was stubbornness, but I refused to listen.

My neighbour was even asking if I wanted to start a provision and foodstuff store.
Hehe😆

Two months down the line and I am still reaping the rewards of that decision. The prices of these foodstuff have now gone up crazy from the prices I got them in December.

Take spaghetti for example. I bought a carton for N10,500, today a carton of Golden penny spaghetti is N16,500. Rice was 58k in December. Today it is 90k+. If I sell some of my food items now, I would make really good profit.

Some of my food items are getting exhausted, like milk, golden morn, cornflakes, etc... Hopefully, when I have bulk money, I'll go stockpile them again.

Cause these are things I consume and the price will continue to skyrocket whether I like it or not.

Investing my money on food so that on Days when I go broke, I won't have to also go hungry. No matter how empty my account gets, reaching home knowing there's food in the house gives me peace, at least.

Again, it felt like a stupid decision then, but I am glad I took it.

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Alas a chilly night

Alas a chilly night
With every tapping sound, my hope grew stronger. Ig had started to rain some blocks away and I couldn't hide my joy as I picked my water cans and placed them on designed spots.

So after the intense heat that we have suffered so far, we are finally going to smell rain, I told myself.
The sound drew nearer and louder as the downpour struck the roof. It seemed to be one of these kind of heavy downpour that always lasted for several hours and I prayed it did.

I quickly slipped under my bedsheets, the temperature was already cold from the strong waves of chilly air that the rain brought along.
I was still fantasising and enjoying the mere thoughts of the rain and dozed off and the next time my eyelids loosened up, it was still raining.
With renewed joy I went back to my slumber.

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How I lost my money in crypto(Crypto confession)

How I lost my money in crypto(Crypto confession)
Couple years ago my artist visa expired and became illegal in the US. My friend offered to marry me so I could stay, and I created a Coinbase under her name(she knew) as I needed KYC. She saw me sending money through there and started asking for money.

Bear in mind I'm an artist who lost his job, his home and didn't have much. I bought 400 dollars of Shiba Inu after I saw Doge go parabolic. It went to 3k she knew about it and asked me for 2k, which I sent.

Not long after she needed 9k to move to a new state, for an apartment deposit, etc. I sold what was left of my Shiba Inu and gave it all to her.

A month later she decided not to go through with it anymore as it was too demanding for her to help me.

I'm still illegal. I struggle everyday. I can't get a legal job and my Shiba would have been worth around 4.4 million dollars. She still texts me trying to be friends but I hate her and myself more then anything everyday.

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Getting prepared

I awoke tired and irritable after a restless night of combating mosquitoes. The insecticide I had used before had proven to be ineffective, leaving me with nothing but frustration. Determined to find a more potent solution, I decided to head out and search for a better insecticide.

The market was bustling with activity, and I found myself surrounded by numerous options, each claiming to be the most efficient at repelling insects. However, I was taken aback by the high prices of most of the products. After browsing through several stalls, I came across an attentive seller who recommended a particular insecticide, boasting of its effectiveness and quick action against mosquitoes.

Though a bit skeptical, I hesitantly purchased the recommended insecticide, hoping that it would indeed live up to its promise. As I made my way home, I felt a glimmer of hope that I had finally found the solution to my mosquito troubles.

Now, I sit in my room, eagerly waiting for the opportune moment to unleash the newly acquired insecticide. As the sun begins to set and the first buzz of mosquitoes fills the air, I hold the bottle tightly, anticipating the impending eradication of these bothersome insects. With a sense of determination, I patiently await the perfect time to spray my room, and I am ready to witness the mosquitoes' dance to their demise.

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Time well spent

Time well spent
Today was a day of relentless scrolling through the internet for me. I dived headfirst into news updates, amusing comedy reels, and various random posts. The thrill of discovering new content and being entertained held me captive. Time drifted away as I mindlessly tapped through the virtual world that had me hooked.

Then, a message appeared in the WhatsApp chat – no lectures today. With that news, I gleefully surrendered myself to leisure time and continued to amuse myself with my phone, oblivious to the world around me.

But soon enough, reality intruded when the electricity began to falter. I tried to counter the unstable power supply by booting up with a power bank, only to realize that my charging cord was loose. Before I knew it, my phone died, and the realization struck that I had ignored my basic needs.

Hunger pangs were kicking in, and all I had consumed throughout the morning was a shocking four packs of biscuits. I scavenged the kitchen to gather the necessary ingredients for a dish of spaghetti, intending to craft a dish that would delight my taste buds. Despite my efforts, I discovered that my gas was almost depleted.

Stubbornly, I let the gas cylinder burn out as I cooked, even though the gas was fading. The dish wasn't fully cooked, but with a swift stir, I managed to cover my tracks.
After I scoop a hot full plate and taken a mouthful, the food was more delicious than expected.

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My mom

Here is my own experience with my mom.
At age fifteen I have already slept with different men. My mom would bring men to her room and when she's fast asleep due to drinking, the men would come to my room and rape me. At first I used to cry but as times go on I became used to it. At age twenty I have done two abortions conducted by my mom's friend, a man who always takes his own share after the do..

Since mom took me for abortion I became his regular customer both when I run errands for mom and when he visits mom, most times he would come when mom is not home and we do it endlessly and the last abortion he conducted was his own child.

It was an all round wayward lifestyle for me and mom. One night she pleaded that we do threesome🥺 because her client said he would pay her ( x3). She came to me and pleaded that we do, I think I was 22 then, I gave in to threesome with my mom and the client that was my first threesome, after that it became a norm for us.

I don't know how this makes anyone feel, all I have to say is that being a single parent is the worse thing that can happen to any woman except God is on your side else one would do crazy things for survival to come out of depression.

I wasn't angry with mom, I saw her struggles, she did everything to give me good life that's what she thought and being in the midst of people who influenced her with negativity, she couldn't do much without what she did.

Fast forward to 2016 my mom met with a man who changed our lives totally we did threesome on our first night of meeting, he showered us with millions of naira and after a year of being with the man, mom ended her wayward lifestyle. If you see my mom you would think she's my elder sister, very sexy and tall.

Fast forward to 2018, my mom married a responsible man and I also married the following year.
My mom is everything .🥰
Till tomorrow she is my mom, my number one woman please Don't judge us if you haven't tasted poverty. Though I sometimes feel it wasn't really about poverty, but depression.

This is our past.

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Humanity lost

A power holding company staff came to my area to disconnect light of people who hasn't paid their electricity bill for the month. On this day, a compound which has six flats no adult was around except for this man who doesn't see clearly and stays alone. The power holding staff got angry with the man(it could be the man was pleading and could possibly say something that might have triggered the staff) and started fighting the man and fell him to the ground . The children in the compound couldn't know what to do and were begging ( this said man is a very kind hearted man and most times clear the electricity bill alone for the flats he shared light with.) Th compound directly opposite the victim compound, they were adults there and saw what was happening but didn't come to the man rescue cos of different tribe I suppose and also the power holding staff is their friend in order to avoid disconnection as often times they dont pay. Luckily, my parents stepped out the house and saw what was happening, decided to step in by rescuing the man as of that time he was pressing this man neck fa, another passerby came and held the staff and told him if you kill this man , you wont be free. That's how it ended. Later in the evening, one of the flat tenant saw this staff on the road and told him the man you beat is kindhearted, if the bill isn't cleared isn't the man's fault as most times he pays everything alone cos he needs the light , that's how the power holding staff guy felt sorry for beating an innocent man.
Where has the humanity in us gone to? If someone is not your tribe, you don't help out, why?Also, why beat someone because you feel you re in power?
God help us all...

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Heat of a lifetime

Heat of a lifetime
Last night was absolutely unbearable. The heat was unforgiving, and I found myself tossing and turning, drenched in sweat. It was as if my body had turned into its own personal sauna. I could hardly believe how profusely I was perspiring; it felt like I could literally wring out my clothes and take a bath in my own sweat. The thought was far from appealing, but that's just how relentless the heat was.

As the night dragged on, it became clear that sleep was a distant dream. I lay there, feeling like I was melting, unable to find any relief. It wasn't until the early hours of the morning, around 4am, that I finally caved in to my desperation for sleep. Feeling defeated, I grabbed a towel, wet it thoroughly, and laid it out on the floor. It was the best I could do. I collapsed on the damp, cool surface, hoping for some respite.

Eventually, the floor chilled my overheated body, and exhaustion finally won over the oppressive heat. I drifted off into a fitful sleep, with the faint aroma of the damp floor serving as a reminder of the night's torment. It wasn't the most dignified way to pass the night, but in that oppressive heat, any relief was a blessing. I could only hope that tonight would be kinder.

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The Final: A Turn of Events

The Final: A Turn of Events
The sounds of spectators cheering on Nigeria and Ivory Coast during the AFCON finals spread throughout the neighborhood as I sat in my room. As Nigeria took a 1-0 lead, there was an obvious sense of anxiety in the air, and the sound of celebratory firecrackers going off filled the night sky.

The happy festivity turned into chants and singing, which energized the atmosphere. Nigeria appeared to be on the verge of victory, and the excitement was intense.

But when Ivory Coast equalized, the mood swiftly changed, putting an end to the applause and leaving everyone in disbelief. The once-enthusiastic gathering dropped into a depressing silence as the situation's reality set in.

With a final score of 2-1, Ivory Coast triumphed, dashing the expectations of Nigerian supporters and leaving everyone dejected. With an overpowering feeling of disappointment, the festive atmosphere subsided and the watchers scattered, returning to their normal lives.

There was a silent recognition of the skill of both sides and the passion of the game amid the disappointment. Even though Nigeria might not have won, there was appreciation for Ivory Coast's victory as they deserved the game's result.

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Never argue with a women

Never argue with a woman, just use your
brains like this my guy.
A man went on a night out with his
friends the wife is furious and tells
the kids that when he comes back
they must not open the door for him.
At about12 o'clock the man comes
back and knocks...
the Wife tells him "go sleep where your
coming from " and the man
answered" I'm not here to sleep my
dia , I'm here to collect condoms in
my room on top of the table or give it
to me,
there'r lots of women at the party!"
The wife opened the door and said
"idiot" you are not going anywhere. Enter the house.

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Alone with the clock

Alone with the clock
With each tik, the sound got nearer and my hearing capacity got better. It was 12 pm and I couldn't do anything but roll side by side on my bed.

The heat was too much, so I took of my clothes and lay naked, thanks to the fact that I lived alone.
The heat wasn't easing after all so I had to pick a thin book to give myself one of the most popular traditional method of ventilation that I knew about.

At each stroke, my arm grew weaker.
God knew that I wanted nothing more than the electricity distribution company to perform a miracle at that point in time.
Just recently, I have noticed a downside from their end...
... they always ensure that in a day of 100% we are with 7% with power, the rest of 93% leaves us wallowing in blackouts.

But then it's alright, I've got to go take my bath now and prepare for the AFCON match that awaits us, see yall later.

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The Snake Takedown

The Snake Takedown
It all began in the heat of the day, when the neighborhood had taken shelter from the scorching sun. I was indoors with the company of my mom and brother, unwary of any looming danger. The silence that had long gripped the house was broken when my sister pushed the front door open. Amidst the struggle of pulling her socks, she spotted a snake wrapped around my footwear and immediately raised the alarm that would soon spread into the neighborhood.

Without hesitation, my elder brother who was seated about an arm's length from the door reached out and pulled her inside first, before dashing out to tackle the situation. In the aftermath of the alarm, pandemonium erupted — my mom rushed out first to have a glimpse that left her stunned, she could only scream "Bring a pestle, bring me something!!!"
Fortunately, my sister understood the situation and selected the deadliest weapon from the arsenal — a cutlass, handed it over to my mom who flung it onto the verandah and shut the door behind us.

In the midst of this chaos, I had remained seated convinced it was just a little lost snake until my brother called for immediate backup. Reluctantly, I answered the Call to Duty and stepped out. The alarm had already awakened several people who gathered to cheer my brother on as he continued to besiege stacks of concrete blocks where the cunning creature had taken refuge. I was eager to see the scoundrel that had posed a nuisance to my state of tranquility.

My brother beckoned to me the moment I arrived, "Hold this stick! Once you spot its head, strike without hesitation." My goodness, I arrived on the battlefield without any knowledge of the enemy's plan. This guy won't let me settle, and neither will the crowd, as they continue cheering from a distance. I did a quick survey of these newfound fans — a granny, two middle aged women, a couple who seemed to be in their early sixties and my mother, now the cheerleader of this temporary supporters club.

The ambush was perfect, the first strike forced the snake out and it raced towards the granny, mama responded by galloping for safety. Fortunately, the chase was intercepted and the snake returned to its refuge. As we rallied around it trying to figure out the best way to end this disturbance, a girl emerged with a cup of kerosene — quite the African way to finish off snakes. And for a big one like this, it will be wise to deploy the immobilization before extermination strategy and so we emptied the cup's contents right inside the block stacks.

Left with no space to breathe nor escape, the snake made one final death launch to the open space that will soon become its graveyard. We answered in kind but fully on guard against being bitten as it slithered left and right writhing for life. Alas! it was subdued and when the dust settled, I drew out the cutlass that had been buried in sand during the siege and proceeded to end the battle.

The couple made a request to take photographs before its head was detached. What a lovely, hilarious sight as the man picked up and jokingly threw the snake to his wife, so the battlefield had now become a playground for them. I had no option than to leave the dying snake to itself, my work there is done and the couples would determine its fate.

Like a returning soldier, I nodded my head in satisfaction at the cheers of the neighborhood, praising us for taking out a major threat to their safety. What a Day! 🌃

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Miracle food

Miracle food
Today, I woke up with a heavy head and an empty stomach, feeling drained and unable to muster the strength to get out of bed. I lay there, layering the blankets on top of me, allowing the warmth to cocoon my body as I drifted in and out of sleep until noon.

I had lost all motivation to cook or even lift a finger. The thought of food seemed daunting, and I resigned myself to staying in bed, hoping the day would pass quickly.

Just when I had given up on the idea of having a cooked meal, a gentle knock on the door interrupted the silence. It was my neighbor, Nick. He stood there with a plate of warm, steaming rice in his hands. It was as if God had sent him, knowing that I needed help.

Without a word, I stretched out my hand and accepted the food gratefully. Nick came in and we sat together, discussing the mundane and the meaningful. In our conversation, he mentioned that his power bank had run out, and I gladly lent him mine without a second thought.

It turned out to be a beautiful Sunday, unexpected and heartwarming. The simple act of kindness from my neighbor restored my faith in humanity and made me realize that even in the midst of my struggles, there are still moments of grace and connection.

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Cloud of thoughts

And just after classes today and after the strenous walk from school to my apartment, I sat comfortably on the warm comfort of the soothing fabric -called bed, and dozed off deep in thoughts to the life I used to have as a kid.

The life I had was not used to this stress.
The life I had was peaceful and full of happiness memories and comfort, the only thing that ever worried me then was the denial of the sweet early morning sleeps that sets to mark trigger our student's role each working day.

The roads was always clear and peaceful and utterly was fun too to pick twigs and fling them to my fellow mates leaving roars of laughter as we strolled down the streets from school.

Things to eat wasn't a problem because dad and mum always provides, school fees wasn't a problem because eventually, it'd be paid.
We feared no harm on the way because as children, our hearts was pure and we knew no enemy.

Always absorbed in weekend play with the fellas and would skip morning and afternoon meals just so we could enjoy the fun to it's fullest.

Nature knew us and we understood its happiness.
I think I want my childhood back.

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Time to Return

Once the joyous festivities of Christmas had come to an end, I found myself facing the task of packing up for school. As I carefully folded my clothes and placed them into my bag, a sense of unease settled within me. The holiday season had brought warmth, laughter, and the comforting presence of loved ones. But now, as I prepared to return to school, a wave of loneliness washed over me.

I had always cherished the holiday break, cherishing the moments spent with my family and the joyful gatherings with friends. However, the prospect of going back to school meant leaving behind the familiar comforts and stepping into a world where I often felt a sense of isolation.

As I zipped up my bag, memories of previous school terms flooded my mind. I remembered the moments of feeling like an outsider in a sea of classmates, and the longing for deeper connections. The thought of returning to that environment made my heart heavy.
But amid the unease, a flicker of determination ignited within me. I realized that I had the power to change my experience and to embrace the new term as an opportunity for growth and the chance to build meaningful friendships.

Whatever the year brings, I'll shuffle through it, but for now let's set out for yet another adventurous season.

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It′s fun indoors

It′s fun indoors
Today, I had absolutely no motivation to step outside. The thought of going out just seemed like a herculean task, and so I decided to spend my day indoors. I ended up lounging on the sofa, watching endless videos, and immersing myself in my favorite video games.

As the day wore on, I became completely oblivious to the passage of time. I was so engrossed in the entertainment that the hours slipped by unnoticed. Before I knew it, it was already 10 pm, and I was astonished at how the day had flown by without me even realizing it.

It felt strange to have spent the entire day cooped up inside, without any real human interaction and without the typical distractions of the outside world. However, there was something strangely satisfying about allowing myself to be lazy and enjoy uninterrupted relaxation. The peace and quiet of the day were a welcome change from the usual hustle and bustle, and I found joy in being able to unwind without any external demands or disturbances.

As the day came to an end, I couldn't help but acknowledge how peculiar it was to spend the entire day indoors, yet at the same time, how delightful it had been. It was a comforting and serene experience, and I appreciated the tranquility and solace that came with it. Although it was unusual, there was a certain sweetness in indulging in an entire day of laziness and solitude, something that I hadn't allowed myself to do for a long time.

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Prostitute father

Prostitute father
A Girl returned home after 30 years.

Father: (angry) where the hell have you been all these years?!

Girl: I was working as a prostitute in lagos.

Father: what!!! Get out of my house you whore! I don't want to see your face again do you understand?!

Girl: (crying) before I go dad, I came to give you N10 million cheque, and here is N2 million for my brother. I have also bought a big house in UK for you with everything in it including a ferrari. Bye dad.

Father: what kind of work did you say you were doing?

Girl: crying out loud) A prostitute dad!

Father: come and give daddy a hug, I thought you said you were a 'PROSECUTOR'.

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Positive rethinking

Positive rethinking
Dayo, a young man with dreams as vibrant as the sunset, once believed in the goodness of people. However, life's relentless blows left him battered and cynical, causing him to harbor resentment towards those who crossed his path.

Dayo's hatred for humanity only deepened until a fateful day when a reckless driver nearly claimed his life in a brutal accident. In the hospital bed, surrounded by the sterile white walls, he reflected on the fragility of existence. The isolation he had embraced suddenly felt suffocating,.at this point he realized that he can achieve little or nothing by standing alone in his world.

As Dayo slowly recovered, he decided to rewrite the narrative of his life. With newfound humility, he reached out to those he had alienated. Friends, family, and even acquaintances were met with his sincere apologies. Some were hesitant, but others saw the genuine change in his eyes.

Dayo's journey towards redemption became a testament to the power of human connection. As bridges were rebuilt, he discovered the strength that lies in unity. No longer burdened by the weight of bitterness, Dayo embraced the warmth of companionship and the shared struggles that make life meaningful.

The once solitary man found joy in rebuilding relationships, and his transformed perspective became a source of inspiration for those who had witnessed his change. Dayo's story became a reminder that, even in the face of adversity, rewriting one's wrongs and fostering connections can lead to a brighter, more fulfilling life.

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The Unusual Journey

The Unusual Journey
"I don't recognize these routes", I repeated to myself as the driver swerved right again to an unknown path.
I was sure I enquired that the bus was to make a final stop at a precise car park, but the bus driver didn't seem to recognize this.
He took wrong lanes, encountering numerous go-slow and making unnecessary rants at those who questioned his navigation.

We finally found ourselves at a car park and we were a bit excited that the journey was to end at last. Unbeknownst to us it Was the wrong path, It was after some minutes that I noticed some of the passengers after we all alighted, start to lament.

There was no problem being at the wrong park, I thought. It was all about boarding a tricycle that could transport me to my lodge at the usual amount.
I thought it problems had ended when one of the tricycle drivers took my bags from me and helped me convey them to where his ride was parked.

After bargaining the price which was literally worth millions to me, I entered and we drove off.
As he drove, he promised to make the drive worth it without delay.
I took these words as mere boisterous remarks which would yield to nothing but to my surprise, this very driver drifted through go-slows like a wind.

He took shortcuts and in no time I recognized how close we were to my lodge. Though I was still worried on how I was going to deep my hands deep into my purse and produce the amount he charged.

Finally I arrived my destination safely, and he jumped off to help me with the bags to my doorstep, he was a jovial young man.

Thank God for safe journey.

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Girls can do it better

Today, feeling a bit idle and restless, I decided to take on a new challenge and try my hand at something completely out of my comfort zone. I wanted to prove to myself that I could tackle something challenging and unconventional. And so, I set my sights on repairing an old DVD player that had been gathering dust ever since I made the switch to a plasma TV and DSTV.

Now, I am not what you'd call an "electronics whiz." In fact, my knowledge of electronic devices barely extended beyond how to switch them on and off. Yet, I was determined to prove the age-old adage that "what guys can do, females can do better." My brother had a knack for fixing things without any formal training, so I figured I could give it a shot as well.

With a deep breath and a quick online search as my guide, I gingerly disassembled the DVD player, carefully trying to remember where each and every screw went. I tentatively rearranged some wires, tightened some screws, and did my best to follow the jumble of circuitry and components.

Once I felt that I had done all I could, I cautiously stood at a safe distance from the socket and, with apprehension, stretched my arm out in gloved hands to plug the DVD player back in. I honestly had little faith in my handiwork, but I had hoped for the best. However, my optimism was short-lived.

I barely had time to register what was happening before the air was filled with a puff of smoke and a small explosion sounded from the depths of the now very much disassembled DVD player. I burst into laughter at the comical turn of events. It was abundantly clear that my foray into electronics repair had not gone as planned.

As I sat amidst the smoke and wreckage, I couldn't help but chuckle at my failed attempt. While I may not have fixed the DVD player, I certainly had a memorable and amusing experience. Perhaps electronics repair is not my forte, but at least I can say I gave it a shot!

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The mysterious Cold

The mysterious Cold
I woke up today with a shiver, feeling the chill as if the harmattan season had just begun again or rather intensified after some break. I was puzzled by how the weather had intensified overnight. Just last week, the nights had been so unbearably hot that I couldn't sleep without a fan. I had to reluctantly switch it off when the power went out. I was even considering getting the air conditioner fixed (I no get air conditioner oo), that's how hot it was. But now, the cold was so severe that I thought I might be in for a bout of pneumonia.

I hurried to my wardrobe and pulled out the thickest coat I owned, bundling myself up in layers to protect against the biting cold. As I stepped outside, the air felt almost foreign, like a sharp slap to the face.

Later in the morning, I stumbled upon updates on Mindviewers, the community information platform, and found out that the unusual weather was the result of pollution, not a natural occurrence. It was disheartening to learn that something as transient as weather patterns was being influenced by the impact of human activity on the environment. It made me more aware of the importance of taking better care of our planet and the consequences of neglecting our responsibility to protect it.

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OR, open the Facebook video, select options, click Copy Link to paste here.
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