Mindviewers Stories

It has been a long time since I last tasted noodles, lets say it has almost gotten to a year, in fact. After my friend’s first visit, I decided we should make noodles and eat quickly. Since I didn’t have any pre-made food, I opted for noodles, which would be easier and faster to prepare.

As we got cooking, my friend went into the kitchen while I waited. She handled all the actions in the kitchen while I waited eagerly for the food to be ready, hoping to have a taste and remember what noodles were like. Although I still had a vague memory of their taste, I realized I wasn’t as fond of them anymore. I had grown tired of noodles and stopped buying them long ago.

However, after I took a bite of the noodles my friend made, I must say she could really cook! That single bite rekindled my love for noodles. So, as a matter of fact, I will be going to the market tomorrow, and I think I will add noodles to my shopping list.

It was around 7 a.m in the morning, that time when sleep feels the most enjoyable. Sleeping at that hour we all know is often regarded as the best chance to steal a special kind of rest before the day’s activities begin. As I was still lost in my slumber, the peace was disturbed by the sounds of shouting and a woman’s voice, raised in argument shouts directed at a man.

I jejely went outside to discover what was happening and to my dismay, I realized it was a neighbor that had engaged in a heated disagreement. The woman was be shouting at the man loudly, her approach spoke only rudeness and disrespect, not minding that the man was clearly her senior in age.

Feeling responsible, I stepped in, hoping to settle the situation but my attempt to mediate did not go as planned. I found myself caught into the mess of their argument, and soon enough, the woman turned her rage on me as well, unleashing a few lines of curses that echoed down the street.

As the raging lady exchanged words with the adult male Nebo, I tried to advise her to calm down, explaining that it wasn't necessary to threaten a guy who was obviously older than her. I expressed that sometimes, words could push people to do things that others can't imagine. But this lady wouldn't listen. She continued to berate the man and abuse him.

What had sparked the whole scenario and argument was that Nebo had stepped on the veranda that the woman had just cleaned. This infuriated her, leading her to act aggressively. I then tried to calm the situation, but I received my share of the attacks as well.

I stood aside watching, and as the man couldn't bear it any longer, he rushed at the woman and with his foot, swept her up in the air and allowed her to fall helplessly.

My day started well, and I was determined to make the most of it despite having limited funds. Shortly after waking up, my phone rang. It was my sister calling, urgently needing money. I knew I didn't have much, but I sent her the money via my Opay account.

However, two hours later, she called back, saying she hadn't received the money. For one seconds I was like after two hours, thinking she was ungrateful for not confirming receipt earlier. Upon investigating, I realized I had sent the money to the wrong person, Blessing Nwangwia instead of Blessing Nwachuku.

Thankfully, it was an Opay account, so I copied the account number and contacted the recipient. Unfortunately, he denied seeing any unusual transactions on his account. I decided not to pressure him, hoping the money would eventually reflect, but I'm skeptical due to the country's high level of corruption.

While I wait for a refund, I quickly sent my sister another money, so shome could be happy, and at least give me a breathing space to concentrate on the current situation at hand.

Do you think he'll return the money or should I involve VDM?

After the cholera outbreak, I became scared of buying handmade drinks from nearby stores and vendors. I worried because these drinks aren't made in professional or certified conditions. I didn't want to risk buying from street vendors anymore.

So, I decided to make soy milk for myself. I gathered everything I needed for the process, including grinding, sieving, and filtering. It was a bit tough, and I couldn't help but wonder how those vendors manage all the work and expenses.

Soaking the soybeans overnight, I spent hours rinsing, blending, and straining, all while trying to perfect the smooth texture I desired. At each step, I became increasingly aware of the hidden costs not just in terms of the ingredients, but also the time and effort I was investing. The supplies, and the utility bills, began to pile up.

Once I calculated the cost price of my homemade soy milk, the figure stunned me. It far surpassed what I would pay at the store, especially from those who had turned soy milk production into a thriving business. I found myself thinking if those who made and sold soya milk as a full time business, do see any gain from this endeavor after I filled some cans and estimated their cost.

With everything becoming increasingly expensive in the market, I realized that the joy of making my own soya milk didn't satisfy the state of the situation. Maybe it was best to leave the soya milk to the professionals for now. After all, I had quenched my taste and hunger for this delicious beverage; it was time for me to step back and cool out, letting others handle the complexities of soya milk production.

It had been a long time in the kitchen as I prepared some Egusi soup with Eba. After I set my good meal on the table, thoughts began to fill my mind. I reflected on the past three years, remembering when life was better in the country. Back then, the economy was a bit better, and a bag of cement cost around 3,500 Naira. Now, each bag is over 8,900 Naira, which is a huge increase.

I started to think about how this affects people, especially those trying to make a living. For someone working hard and trying to be independent, it could take more than 20 million Naira just to build a decent house—not a fancy one, but a comfortable, livable space.

I wondered how everyone else is managing with the economy the way it is. It seems so difficult for many. How do people cope with these rising costs and challenges? It's a serious situation that weighs heavily on my mind.

At every swallow I take, a different thought fill my mind: How much really do a man have to earn monthly to live just a stable life, nothing extravagant.
Is scamming the way forward?
It could be for lots of youths, but not me who have sowed his seed in God's vineyard.

But these thoughts continue to weigh on me. When will thongs get better?

Going down memory lane, I can still remember this very night. I was lying in my sweet bed, but I had chosen not to take my evening bath. My mom always said that taking a bath before bedtime was important, but there was a movie on TV that I found so interesting that I just couldn’t leave the seat. Taking to take my bath will cause me to miss a scene which I wasn't planning to.

As I lay there on my bed dozing soundly, I felt something strange on my skin. I didn’t know what it was, and it scared me a lot. I tried to ignore it, but soon the little stings turned into a swe that made my skin feel itchy. I just couldn’t help it so I started to wail loudly.

I called for my mom, who hurried into my room. I told her about the stings and how I thought there might be a little ant or bug in my bed and pointed to the blanket, tears streaming down my face. As I waited for her to find the evil ant while I suffered the sting pains.

My mom gently lifted the blanket and looked around my bed, but we couldn’t find any ants or bugs anywhere. Maybe they were hiding really well, or maybe it was because I didn’t take my bath and the dirt got mixed up with my sweat. I don’t know, but it was such a long night, very scary and painful all together.

As the minutes turned into hours, I kept crying. My mom sat with me, rubbing my back to help me feel better and I could still remember sleep creeping back on me as my wail reduced and died out as I entered the wonderland. Till date, I do not miss taking my bath all evenings.

When I stayed at my friend’s family house for two weeks to handle a small business, I noticed something odd in their compound: their chickens were infested with lice. At first, I didn’t think much of it, but within a few days, I realized how serious it was. The lice would crawl through the feathers of the chickens and sometimes end up on people's clothes or bodies. It was so irritating to see, and I began to worry they might get into my hair.

Surprisingly, even though I spent so much time there, I never got infested. I was careful not to touch the chickens or sit too close to them, but the fear of waking up with itchy hair still haunted me daily. My friend’s family joked that maybe I had "special immunity," but honestly, I think it was pure grace or maybe their constant cleaning helped a bit.

The family later decided the best solution was to get rid of the chickens entirely. They explained that lice infestations are common for people who rear chickens, especially if the birds are free-range and mix with others from less hygienic environments. It wasn’t an easy decision for them because the chickens were a source of income, but the infestation was becoming unbearable.

By the time I left, the chickens were gone, and the family started working on thoroughly cleaning the area to ensure the lice didn’t spread further.

The heat that day was unbearable, and the sun seemed determined to roast me alive as I made my way home. By the time I arrived, I was completely drained. Cooking was out of the question, so I forced myself to go downstairs and grab some groundnuts. It was quick and easy, no energy wasted.

After eating, sleep took over immediately. That nap was magic because I woke up feeling completely refreshed. As I stretched and gathered myself, my mum called. I stepped outside to take the call, enjoying the fresh air while we chatted. It felt good to be up and moving after such a rough day.

But what I saw when I returned inside shocked me. My wall hanger had fallen right onto my bed, the exact spot where I had been sleeping just minutes before. I froze for a moment, thinking of what could’ve happened if I hadn’t woken up and stepped out when I did. The thought alone gave me chills.
Looking at the mess, all I could do was thank God for His timing.

It never crossed my mind that I would have issues with my neighbors, but today changed all that. The workers from the electric distribution company arrived to disconnect our power. Despite our notifications to settle the bill a week ago, some of us had managed to make payments, while others came up with various excuses and were let off the hook.

In response, we had to adopt stricter measures to ensure everyone contributed their share. Still, only 6% of residents managed to pay the NEPA bill, and the remaining 40% were unwilling to cooperate. Once they cut our electricity, I felt a wave of frustration wash over me. I had stretched my budget to scrape together 3,000 Naira, choosing to set aside a loan just to cover that amount. And now, I found myself facing the harsh reality that because of the stubbornness of others, I would be left in darkness tonight as I write this.

After we disconnected our wire from the main power source, we quickly called a meeting. Every roommate and occupant of the lodge was expected to show up. That’s when I let loose the anger that had been boiling inside me. I had to confront most of my friends who hadn't paid on time. I spoke to them honestly, without partiality or sentiment, allowing my emotions to take the lead. In hindsight, I regretted my approach, but in that moment, my frustration got the better of me.

Surprisingly, my outburst had an effect; some of those friends finally agreed to contribute towards the bill. Now, we’re all waiting until next Tuesday to make the payment. It feels like an eternity to me.

Owning a pet was something I looked forward to when I was still much younger. I always admired those movies where the protagonist or the actor would have one fluffy, admirable, small puppy that could talk.

I anticipated that when I grew up, maybe in the university, I would like to get myself a puppy. Not until some months back, a friend of mine kind of suggested that a particular seller was willing to sell a cute puppy for a lower amount. I quickly opted in on them, had to join money from this person and that person until then I met up with the amount and then I got this small puppy dog.

Since then, I've spent on this dog what I have not spent on myself.
I've stayed with this dog for some months now, and I must say that the money I've spent on this puppy is far more than what I've spent on reckless or careless expenditures. You know those expenditures that don’t require deeper thought you just spend, and then you realize you have wasted your money. I think this dog has taken its place.

I do not buy accessories again, I do not go for things that I admire anymore, and I do not even have any savings. Because of my fantasies, I have to budget for myself, and budget for this dog too, and it's taken much.

This dog is already family, and I do love it despite all its disadvantages, I must say. I can't give it up now I've come too far to give up. So let's see where it leads.

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