Mindviewers Stories

I recently started watching the popular show called Superman and Lois. I began just two days ago, and wow, I must say that I really liked it.

This show is about Superman, who is a superhero, and Lois, who is a brave reporter. Why am I evening explaining the movie to people who probably have watched all the series on earth 😅What I loved about it is that it wasn’t all about fighting and loud explosions like some other superhero movies. Instead, it told a nice story about their family and how they deal with everyday life.

The pictures were really clear and pretty, and I liked how calm everything felt. Even though there were some action scenes, they weren't super intense, like in those big movies with lots of battles, like the Avengers.

It was nice to just sit back and enjoy the moviw without feeling too much excitement. I liked getting to know the characters and watching how they solved their problems together. Okay let me get back to my movies now. One more episode to go before I sleep.

Growing up as a child, I was often entertained with all sorts of stories, which are both scary, instructive and fun to listen to. It's important I emphasize that I dislike the scary ones as it discomforts me at night. Little do I know that sometimes what we fear the most have a way of coming to us.

The foregoing was just a flash back, but fast forward to my current story. Today made it a month that I saw what is beyond my imagination. I've been hearing stories of Ghosts but I haven't seen one and I never wished to see one. But all that changed just a month ago.

I had just came back from my place of work and it was late in the night. As usual, I'd go to my backyard and fetch some water from the water tank and use same for my bath, at the backyard was a grave of a relative of mine who has died some years back. On this faithful night, I went there and fetched the water and upon carrying the bucket to the bathroom which is outside the main building I noticed a figure seated some distance from the grave. I couldn't tell the gender but then I greeted the figure but no response. I didn't bother but I was wondering who that could be so I went on and took my bath.

After I got to the main building I told my elder sister to check backyard if she will see someone and if she would identify who is the one seated in our backyard. She did and came back with same response that she couldn’t go much closer as the figure was not answering greetings and is motionless. I had to summon courage, pick my phone and on the touch light to see who the Hell is the person scaring us. With me is a long stick in case the person fights me.

On approaching, I kept shouting "who u be, u no go talk?," and while I was trying to shine my phone touch light I noticed that there was nothing there, the figure has apparently disappeared or probably I was hallucinating, but would my sister also be hallucinating? I shouted like never before, I couldn't remember where I flinged the stick to, I only managed to hold the phone and I ran and I refused to sleep in my house that night. I know what I saw and I'm sure it's not hallucination. THE GHOST IS HERE!

In my childhood days, there's this day that everybody in our family was at home, it must have been on a Saturday or during holiday. We had breakfast, and then we all slept off again around 10 am in the morning. It was raining, and I enjoyed sleeping when it's raining, I guess everybody else liked it too.

I waked after it stopped raining, it was pretty quiet, my parents and my siblings were still asleep, I had enough of the sleep, so I just laid there on the bed. Getting a little bored, I moved my hand on the floor and felt water, my first thought was that one of siblings must urinated while sleeping, so I moved my hand to another spot, but I still felt water.

I got up and looked around, I was very surprised, there was water everywhere in the room and we were laying in a pool of water. The rain flowed into our room while we were sleeping. I woke everybody up immediately, I remember having to do a lot of work that day because of it. We had to take our bag of clothes outside to dry them up, our foam also got soaked and we had to dry it too. Sweeping of the water followed in earnest, it was a big stress.

When I placed my hand in another spot and felt water, I knew that all the urine in a person's body at once can't be that much. We thanked God that it didn't spoil anything, thoughts of how floods gets into people's home and drowns them to dead isn't so much different than in our case, but we were all safe and didn't lose anything in the incident, as our wet clothes and foam were dried up.

Yesterday, I decided to treat myself to a nice Sunday meal, something I rarely do. I headed to the market to gather all the ingredients I needed. However, my experience was not so good when I encountered a market seller who really tested my patience. I wanted to transfer 200 naira for my purchase and collect cash to buy some fufu, but she insisted that I send 250 naira. Apparently, the extra 50 naira was for her charge fee. I couldn’t believe it, especially since I had already spent over 4,000 naira there.

Despite my annoyance, I decided to overlook the situation and paid the 50 naira charge. It was frustrating, but I didn’t want to ruin my mood over it. After all, I was looking forward to enjoying my meal. Once I got home, I started preparing the ingredients. I sliced the okra, cooked the fish and beef, and in just a few minutes, my soup was ready.

Finally, I sat down to enjoy my meal, and let me tell you, it was worth all the effort. Each swallow was sweet, and the combination of the okra, fish, and beef was just perfect.
What made it even better was knowing that this meal would last for a few days. I could enjoy the leftovers and remind myself of the satisfying experience of making something delicious from scratch.

Saturday remains one of those days that all ladies spend their full week preparing on how to make the weekend such an amazing one. especially when you have a deal either to go out with friends or on a dinner date with your boyfriend.

But in this case there was no sign on any of those events happening, so I was already prepared for a boring weekend little did I know that my best boy is cooking up something huge for the weekend.

It was morning and there was no need waking up I mean why should I be in a haste to leave my sweet and soft bed without any important reason and besides it's Saturday I should have a good bed rest.

Just massaging myself on my bad I received a text message, it was from my best boy, with a smile on my face I unlocked my phone to check the content of the message. And it reads " get ready we're going out on a date"

You don't want to know the type of strength that I entered me all of a sudden and in the next one hour I was ready and was waiting for him.

He eventually showed up and we left for his most preferred event center where we had fun, hosting different games to another. And of course there was lot of snacks and food to eat. It was indeed an amazing time with him once again, even though I couldn't get enough of him.

Today, I was in my room just relaxing when Suddenly, I heard a loud shout and then a door bang. I quickly put on my shirt and went outside to see what was happening.

I saw my neighbor standing at his door. He looked scared and was looking into his room. I walked over to him and asked him what happened that made him shout in such way.

He said that his wire caught fire.
I couldn’t help but smile because it sounded funny that someone's wire cat he's fire and then he abandone his house.

I went into his room to look. When I stepped inside, I saw that there were some wires on the floor, and they were puffing out smoke.

I turned off the wall switch so it would be safe. Then, I fixed the wires. I used some tape to make them tight and that was all the work needed.

I smiled back at my neighbour who was already beaming in joy. He kept saying thank you and how grateful he was until I was out of sight

Here's a heartwarming story with a happy ending:

From Hair Loss to Hair Goals

"Meet Sarah, a vibrant and confident woman who once struggled with hair loss due to alopecia.

At 25, Sarah's hair started falling out in clumps. She tried every treatment, from medications to wigs, but nothing seemed to work.

Feeling self-conscious and defeated, Sarah withdrew from social events and hid behind hats and scarves.

One day, Sarah decided to take control of her hair journey. She:

Started researching natural hair growth remedies.
Changed her diet to include hair-boosting nutrients.
Began practicing self-care and stress-reducing techniques.

Months went by, and Sarah's hard work paid off!

Her hair started growing back – thick, healthy, and full of life!

With her newfound confidence, Sarah:

Started a hair care blog to help others.
Became a hair coach, inspiring others to love their locks.
Rocked her natural hair, embracing its uniqueness.

Today, Sarah's hair is her crown, symbolizing strength, resilience, and self-love.

Lesson Learned:

Never give up on yourself. Every struggle is an opportunity to grow.

Whenever I was on my phone whild laying on the bed, I knew that was stretching my charging cord. I guess I didn’t realize how much I was pulling on it. One moment, it was working fine, and the next, it just stopped.
I needed to get a new one, I had been wanting a chance to replace the old one that just got spout because it was slow in charging. So I resolved to use my last 500 Naira for that.

To me, 500 Naira wasn’t a small amount, but I convinced myself I could remove it from my daily budget. After all, it was as of I spoilt the charging cable intentionally.

When I got there, I approached the counter and asked for a charging cord. Immediately, they started talking in foreing languages and calling prices that left me baffled.
Because how can wire be sold for 2,000 Naira, 3,000 Naira, and even up to 4,000 Naira! I couldn’t believe it.

I explained that I only needed a charging cord to plug into my charger, but they didn’t seem to understand the difference that I was making from whatever expensive appliance that they were stating those costly pricesfor.
After a lot of back and forth, I reluctantly decided to buy a cord for 2,500 Naira.

Till now, I am shocked.
Ordinary charging cord?
Even this one that I got for 2500 isn't that original.

About a week ago, I started noticing weevils showing up everywhere in my home. At first, I didn't pay much attention to them, but things got a bit weird when they began crawling on my body. I was baffled about where they were coming from, and it took me a while to investigate. Eventually, I discovered that an old bag of beans I had abandoned had become a full breeding ground for bean weevils. That bag had turned into their little kingdom.

To be honest, I’m not a huge fan of beans. I don’t have strong feelings for or against them, but they're not really my go-to food. So, that bag had been sitting untouched for quite some time. Once I realized what was going on, I knew I had to deal with it. Today, I took the step of sieving the beans and over 100 weevils spilled. I’d never seen anything like it.

Now that their little home has been disrupted, I’m left to wait for the wanderers to scatter and leave. Their apartment has been destroyed, but they don’t seem to be in much of a hurry to vacate. I keep spotting a few here and there, clinging to what’s left of their precious beans. It's like they haven't quite accepted that the party is over.

At this point, I’m just hoping they’ll get the hint and move on soon. I never thought I’d have a weevil invasion to deal with, but here I am, playing landlord to some very unwanted guests. All because I left a bag of beans sitting for too long!!!

It’s hard to believe that lectures have already started ed in school . Just two days ago, I saw photos on our departmental group chat of my friends back on campus, smiling and ready for another semester, I laugh at them. I am still in my father’s house, enjoying the comforts of home, going back to school any soon is not even a thought to think.

My mother have reminded me like the hundredth time, her voice with concern about my academics, but still, I have no plans to return that soon.

The thought of packing my bags and enduring the run around and stress of school again just doesnt go well with me.
Here, in my father’s house, life is good. I wake up to good smell of food oozing from the kitchen. I can start talking about all the good food my mom makes without having to worry about exams, group projects, or struggling for seats in a crowded lecture hall.

With not so much choice, Just a few more days I’ll go back. But deep down, I was in no rush to leave this land of peace or my soft bed or even this region.

After church services, I returned back to my lodge feeling hungry, my stomach sang like it was just newly signed to a record label.
I had some beans remaining in those sagged bags under my kitchen cabinet that it's cibtents had sustained me till now.
Cooking today was just out of place.

Nonetheless, I still pondered on which was better and more better, to cook or buy two plates of food outside.
If I was to cook, it'll take at least 2000k from my pocket just to buy the condiments, and some extra loss: gas, strength and spices.
But if I was to purchase food, it would only cost 2600k for the two plates, my strength would be conserved and i wont have to waste my gas.

I was about to conlude my decisions when a thought hit me: soup would last you more than a day.
The thought rang in my head over and over and then I took up a pen and wrote down the required condiments for cooking egusi soup and also gauged it with my budget, the cost arrived at 3700k after calculations.

I went ahead with my plans, skipping to the last part. The soup came out so nice that I lick the plate after eating.
Currently, only remembering that my pot of soup is full and that there's an assured meal after lectures tomorrow gives delights me.

Today was all spent on my Dad's assignment, I focused on the sheets in front of me, carefully following the instructions my dad had to given, and I took my time to make sure everything was neat and orderly.

After I finished, I handed the sheets to my dad with a proud smile. He glanced over my work and nodded.

Immediately he finished reviewing all the sheets, he handed me #2000.
My eyes shined in shick and happiness.
Two thousand naira felt like a small fortune, especially for a Sunday afternoon task

After I pocketed my riches, I thought about how I will spend my earnings. Maybe I'll use a part of it to get some snacks or save it until I returned to school? Regardless, I felt proud not just because of the money, but also for completing the task my dad had trusted me with. It was a simple assignment, but it meant a lot to my dad, he was to submit it back to the headquarters the next day and he had no time to do it himself.

This morning, I woke up really late, just a few minutes to 11am, even though I went to bed around 3am. Right from when I opened my eyes, I could already feel it was going to be one of those lazy days. I wasn’t in a hurry to do anything, but I knew I had to get a few things done.

The first thing I did was wash my clothes. I didn’t want to wait too long before the neighbors started their weekend washing. I finished washing and spread the clothes out to dry, thinking I’ll go out later to get some fresh air.

By the time I was done with the pile of clothes, I was already feeling drained. It was more work than I expected. I decided to take a quick bath to refresh myself, but that quick bath turned into a long nap. I was so tired that I crashed and slept for about five hours.

When I woke up later, I had something to eat and, feeling even more relaxed, went right back to sleep. It was honestly one of the most peaceful, lazy Saturdays I’ve had in a long time. No calls, no need to go anywhere, just pure rest.

Yesterday was a disturbing day after I realized I was out of soap, I didn’t want to spend my precious lunch money on that kind of sudden expense, so I used the little bar which was left until it was lost in-between my sponge.

As I said earlier I didn't want to use my last 1,000 Naira note to buy a soap that I wasn't sure of the price even though I know it was necessary that I replaced the soap nefore my second bath, but I postponed buying it till evening before taking my second bath.

After I returned from lecture I went to a nearby shop with 500 Naira which was usually the normal price that an Eva soap was sold for.

I stretched my precious 500 Naira note to the seller telling her to give me an Eva soap.
Instead of collecting the money, she was looking closely at the Naira note that I was stretching out to be sure of what i didn't know.
She quickly told me that the money I had with me wasn't enough to buy an Eva soap. I looked at my 500 I told that it was 500 I was holding and wondered how the price of soap had raised in the past week. Thesame soap that I bought about two weeks for 500 Naira has increased with a 300 Naira difference.
I was disappointed not in the woman, not in myself, but in the country Nigeria. Where are we headed?

My fellow prople come oo, I bought a hotplate with dreams of boiling water, cooking quick meals, and other things especially as an emergency helper if my gas finishes while cookibg.
For the first few days, it was fantastic. I loved how fast it heated up and blah blah blah, all at first!

But then, something lead to another and our street had some electrical issues in the house that lasted about a week or two, I can't rember exactly.
It was best to keep the hot plate unplugged and tucked away until everything was fixed, I put it in a safe area to avoid stories that touches the heart.

This morning I woke up to see light.
Feeling excited , I carried the hotplate from where i kept it to my kitchen.
I plugged it on and then placed a kettle of water on it.

As I watched the water start boiling. I was ready to make my tea. The steam began to rise, and I could see the little bubbles dancing on the boiling water.

I bent to grab my kettle from the hot plate. And that’s when it happened, the kind of shock i received on my hand. After I trembled back, I stood back and still got about 5mins thinking about several things that I can't even mention.

I looked around my room, hoping something would just make me happy or less moody. But, nothing good to My sight . I just wanted to feel light but after staring, to see, nothing came out, plus I was tired of pressing my phone.I was definitely in a downcast mood, but I had to do something to change it after glancing at my bluetooth. And then it hit me, music would do it.

I rushed over to my speakers, I didn’t care about anything else at that moment. I just wanted some good tunes to play away the weight in my mind. And then I connected my phone, raised up the volume.

My room felt alive. I could feel the beats shaking the walls, vibrating into my soul. It felt like the music worked because for moment it started distracting me away from all those heavy thoughts.
I didn’t want to hear anyone’s opinions, and I didn’t care about the world outside. All I wanted was to let the sound fill my space, to drown out everything else, even if just for a little while. Neighbors always complain in meetings about loud music, but if only I was to disobey today, then no troubles.

I have always emphasized the need to treat people nicely and avoid saying terrible things to people, it hurts so much and might leave an emotional trauma. My lady, although a very young lady at 23, did something that made me cry. Our toilet chambers had issues, so the tenants contributed money so that it can be repaired, and this happened during the repay of the chambers.

We were told that nobody will use the toilet till the repair is complete and is set to be used, we had no choice than to comply so that it can be fixed. The plumber came late in the afternoon and worked on the chambers, couldn't finish that day and had to come back the next day to complete the work. And after the work was done the following day, he told us that the toilet will be ready for use the next day which is the third day.

I met the landlady and told her that somebody like me doesn't have any relative or friend around, where I can go and use their toilet, and that it is not possible to tell people to stay for straight three days without using the toilet. She had friends and relatives around, and so she wasn't bothered because she had where to use a toilet. I was sure not to sound harsh or insulting, but I was shocked by her reaction, I didn't expect that from her.

She insulted, abused and cursed me, telling me I'm useless, stupid, senseless, uneducated and many more, telling me that it's not her business as to how I'll ease myself till the third day. I kept quiet, went inside and cried bitterly, no one has ever called me 'useless'. And now I just discovered that the final year project term paper that I have been spending sleepless nights, data and time to compile, belongs to my landlady, what a small world. She asked somebody to help her do it, and they person gave it to me to help do it, now her fate lays in the hands of the person she termed 'useless'. My landlady got to know that I'm the one doing her project, I don't know if she is ashamed of herself, because she has been avoiding eye contact with me, she hasn't said anything yet, I'm still waiting.

I had been moving some things around when I caught sight of a familiar figure passing by, it was all these people that carried sewibg machines in hand, someone who sews and patches clothes.

I had this one short in mind that I've been wanting to stitch but my head was occupied with a million other things, but the sight of that tailor triggered the need to have the work done. I made my way to the bag where I had sput away clothes needing repair, thinking I’d find just the one.

As I unzipped the bag, Wetin my eyes see shock me. I hadn’t realized it until then, but aside that one short that i was looking for to repair, there were several more clothes that I thoufht I lost. Some were favorites I had worn often, while others were gifts that I had set aside due to small tears or loose seams. I couldn’t believe my eyes. So I just picked the bag itself and gave it to the tailor.

When all was said and done, the repair cost me just 1,000 Naira. I'm calling it just because the price was way lesser than the value of those clothes. Now, I had my seven good clothes back, hot boy in town.

My family always gathered in our living room to watch movies. My dad would usually sit in his favorite chair, located at the center of other cushions. No one dares to sit on it while he's in the sitting room.

We were still using what we called cartridges back then. I remember how we would select through the pile of cartridges trying to find "Igodo" our favourite movie.

The cartridge is inserted into the ... I can't remember what that one is called again.
To me, those were the good old days when high quality movies were produced in terms of educational and motivational before CD-ROMs, GoTV, or DSTV became part of our lives.

We sometimes called these cartridges cassettes, but whatever the name is, they held the power of good story in them. Each movie had a lesson to teach, and it felt like every actor on screen was wise beyond their years, the likes of Pete Edochie, Osuofia, Nkem Owoh, Keneth Okonkwo, Gentle Jack, Chika Ike, Chioma Chukwuka, Chinwetalagu and many more. Every scene had an interesting story to tell they were not just filling space, like the recent directors do.
I didn't know a lot then but as much as I could remember, back in those days, stories that were more than just entertainment were made.

My siblings and I would sit on the floor, captivated, while our parents shared the couch. The fun of sitting on the floor had this soft comfort that satisfies us as we glued to the television.