Mindviewers Stories

I met one of my friends today, I haven't seen her for over a year now, we only chat online and place calls once in a while. I'm on holiday, so I decided to go and visit her, just like old times; gist, laugh, play, talk about the future and many others. We sat at the front of the compound, under a shade, and it didn't take me long to notice the strange way her eyes was.

A drop of tears rolled out from her eyes, she managed to keep her eyes half closed, and at the same time trying to cover it with her hands. I asked her what was going on with her, she told me she has an eye problem, and it gets worse under bright lights like sunlight and florescent bulbs. I began to wonder how the eye problem came about, because I've known her for a long time, there was never a case like this before.

She began to narrate the story of when she was living at Niger State, and was working at a restaurant back then. They used to cook in the restaurant with a kerosene stove. Everyone knows that blowing off a kerosene stove with your mouth will bring up toxic gas that will inflict some pains to your eyes for a moment. This was what she did everyday, blowing off the stove like up to 15 times in a day.

The toxic gas will inflicted pains in her eyes on daily basis, I asked why she had to blow off the stove, and she said the stove wasn't good, and so it won't go off without having to blow it. Her boss didn't care to repair the stove since she didn't complain about it. And overtime she began to have this permanent eye problem, so sad. I felt very sad and angry at the same time.

Sad because she's my friend, angry because it is somehow her fault. The money she was working for had finished long ago, but the eye problem still remains. Doing a job that brings health complications is very dangerous, the pathetic thing is that the money paid to you all together might not be enough to cure you. Some of the problems might be with you forever, for how much?It's not worth it. Carefully avoid jobs that inflicts damages to your body, or you spend your entire life battling with the consequence.

I remember something that happened when I was still a teenager, it stays with me till today. That time, if a teenager is reported to our church to have insulted an adult, stolen, or carried out other similar acts, the teenager will be laid down in front of the church on a Sunday and flogged. I remember watching others get flogged, I prayed it didn't get to me.

Like it or not, it was discipline, and we behaved well. One day I washed my elder brother's trousers and found a 500 naira note, I took the money happily and started budgeting what to buy with it. Before I finished washing, my brother walked up to me and asked if I had seen some money in his clothes while washing them. I wanted to lie, but couldn't, I told him "yes".

He told me that he saw when I found the money in his pocket and wanted to know if I will say the truth. So this is how I would have been flogged in church. As at then, I did everything respectfully and honestly, I can't remember insulting my parents even for once, because of the fear of being disciplined in front of many people, could be humiliating, so I avoided at all cost.

But just this evening, I saw a teenager beating up the mother and insulting the handicapped father, and saying that nothing will happen. The teenagers that were disciplined back then didn't commit offense of this nature, because there was high level of discipline. But now, kids will be comfortably disrespecting elders, and there will be nobody to discipline them, not even the parents.

The church used to be concerned in the way the kids were being brought up, in my opinion I will say I like those days where you will be called out in church and disciplined if you misbehaved. But now even the adults are also misbehaving. The Bible made it clear; "spare the rod and spoil the child". Now that the rod is being spared, kids have spoilt beyond repair in this age.

I went to a site today with my friend, who the father sent to supervise the block moulding for their new house. My friend is familiar with the people living around that axis, so he gave one of them some amount of money to transport cements from a house it was stored, to where it will be moulded. The person left and said he was going to get a wheelbarrow to carry out the task.

That was 7:00am in the morning, we waited at the site, alongside the people who are to mould the block till 8:30am, the guy did not transport the cements to the site. After much investigation, we found out that the guy has ran away with the money. I was very surprised, he lives in that area, and surely he will meet my friend again, how will his face be like after what he did.

That place is a village, yet to be fully developed, nobody there looked rich, which I later concluded why. After looking for someone else to transport the cement, and then the work was done, it was time to head home. While my friend, some of the block moulder and I was trekking out to where we will find a vehicle to board home, we came across a tattered house where the guy that ran away after collecting payment, lives.

In this modern era, the house was made of mud and the roof was dried leaves. The guy is married and we saw his kids playing outside, with torn clothes, everywhere looked so unkept, even the kids. I pitied the kids but blamed the guy, he is not trustworthy, scams people with every little chance he gets, till people have distanced their selves from him, and won't even recommended him for jobs anymore.

His deceitful life has made people exclude him from everything, yet he won't learn. My friend will never want anything to do with him again, how does he expect to survive in a world where he deceives everybody and is avoided? His life is very stagnated, yet he won't change his ways. In the village, most of them don't care about trust and honesty, they are after what they can embezzle away right away and finish it in one square meal, forgetting that they will be hungry again, and will still need people to work with. Just so sad.

At 6 a.m., my alarm started ringing loudly. I had set up five different alarms, just in case. As the first one went off, I lazily turned it off, unwilling to leave my warm bed. After the second and third alarms forced me out of my daze, I finally dragged myself up, still wrapped in my blanket to fight the cold a little longer.

I knew my schedule wouldn't allow this laziness, though. The cold was biting, and I couldn’t even bring myself to take a bath. Instead, I put on my clothes, grabbed my bag, and got ready for my trip to the neighboring village. It wasn’t ideal, but I’d make up for it once the day got warmer.

Outside, the chill hit me hard, but I hurried to board a tricycle to get to the bus park. The ride was quick, and once at the park, I wasted no time paying for my trip since I already had cash with me. It seemed like the day was off to a decent start despite the cold.

As I sat in the bus, waiting for it to fill up, I noticed the tricycle driver approaching. He was holding something in his hand; my ATM card. My heart skipped for a moment as I realized I must have dropped it in his vehicle. Grateful for his honesty, I rushed out to retrieve it. Losing that card would have been disastrous, especially with my phone battery low and my plan to use the card for payments.

After thanking the driver profusely, he went on his way, and I returned to my seat in the bus. Relieved, I settled back in, feeling lucky that he found me. The events of the morning were starting to catch up with me, and before long, I found myself dozing off in the warmth of the bus, grateful that the day hadn’t turned into a disaster.

kachi kapor popularly know as (ole jeans 👖👖) was a young man in his mid 30s

How he got the nickname ole jeans was a mystery to me. He is a very temperamental person once u called him is nick name he will look for stone and throw at u.
(nobody send you if it hit your head OYO on your own 😁😁😁)

One day something really funny happened, there is this Muslim family that stays in the next compound opposite to ours,the last born of that family about 4 or 5 years saw the mad man and called him ole jeans 👖 👖.

The mad picked a stick and flogged this girl, the girl started shouting and crying😭😭😭

The father of the child that's was a retired soldier came out and saw his child crying; "see madman see my pikin mad man pikin that's was what was going on in the father's head😁😁😁".

That's how the man out of anger dashed into his room and brought out koboko😂😂😂😂
once the mad man saw the whip he started running for his dear life 😂😂😂😂
Omo the army man no gree he gave him a very hot Chase and caught up to him and started whipping the hell out of the mad man 😂😂😂

Na that day I Know say mad people sabi speak in tongues and in different languages 😂😂😂😂

Biko Biko Biko ooooo😁😁😁he said in Igbo dialect while running for his life he was running and using is Ghana most go bag to block most of the Koboko😂😂😂 it was really funny indeed

I’m the kind of person who usually doesn’t understand why someone would stay on a phone call for more than 30 minutes. I’ve always looked at those people who talk for an hour or even two as if they’re just jobless, unable to find something better to do. What could possibly be so important to discuss for that long, especially over the phone?

But today was different. I received a call from one of my close male friends, and it had been a while since we last spoke. To be honest, I really like this guy he had a good personality, and I know he liked me. When he called, I wasn’t sure what to expect. To my surprise, we ended up talking for a long time. The call was long, in fact, that I didn’t even realize an hour had passed until I checked the time.

What amazed me was that we still had so much to talk about. I felt a rush of happiness as my perspective on long phone calls shifted instantly. We continued chatting, and before I knew it, another hour flew by. Unfortunately, that’s when the network started to interfere. It was the only reason we had to hang up, but by then, my idea of long calls had changed.

It’s not that I hated long calls or had never experienced. It was just that seeing someone engage in lengthy conversations repeatedly felt a bit too much.

Yesterday midnight was very hot in my area, I have never imagined that such event could unfold in this type of environment. It was around 2:00am in the midnight, I started hearing gunshots at a distance a bit far from where I live. So many thoughts came to my mind; either it's a hunter, or police or knockout, but it wasn't any of this, armed robbers invaded a compound.

In the morning, the news of the incident spread rapidly, I was eager to know how it happened, because the houses in this environment has iron protectors and iron doors, so it's hard to break in. I heard that someone was shot, the neighboring compounds, including mine heard the gunshots and trembled in fear. The arm robbers planned their moves very well.

After much findings, it was later said that the compound that was robbed, was fenced around and there was a gate, the owners of the house made a big mistake by not always locking their iron doors and protectors in the night, simply because the compound is fenced with a gate and dog. The armed robbers knew about this, it must be someone close to them that leaked the information.

They jumped the fence and the dog couldn't help the situation, they robbed them and even shot one of them, though not dead. People blamed them this morning for not always locking their door and fully relying on their gate, the family admitted this mistake. There is fear in this environment, I have seen people moving to somewhere else to sleep this night, in case the armed robbers strike again.

Someone like me that don't have where else to spend the night can only rely on God to protect me, I locked my door so early and I made very sure I locked it very well. The fear of armed robbers has now become the beginning of wisdom, since morning people have been jesting and emphasizing that people shouldn't forget to lock their doors. Let us be security conscious, I know it is God that protects, but let us do our part too.

Interviewer: How much amount of milk does
your cow produce?

Farmer: which one, black one or white one?

Interviewer: Black one

Farmer: 2 litres per day.

Interviewer: And the white one?

Farmer: 2 litres per day.

Interviewer : Where do they sleep?

Farmer: The Black one or the. White one?

Interviewer: The black one

Farmer : In the Barn

Interviewer: And the White one?

Farmer: In the Barn also

Interviewer: Your cows look healthy... What do
you feed them?

Farmer: which one..black one or white one?

Interviewer: Black one

Farmer: Grass

Interviewer: And the white one?

Farmer: Grass

Interviewer: (Annoyed) but why do you keep on
asking if black one or white one when answers
are just the same??

Farmer: Because the black one is mine.

Interviewer: And the white one?

Farmer: Its also mine.

Some years ago, I decided to get a driver's license for myself, since there are occasions where I'm asked to help out in driving people or items to places, and I didn't want any embarrassment from the Road Safety or Police. One of my relatives directed me to someone at the Secretariat, that will do it for me without extorting money and too much of my time from me because they knew their selves. So I went, with the hope that at least I have who to meet that will help me out.

On getting to the Secretariat, I stopped a man named Mr Benson and asked about who I went there to meet. He asked me what I came there for and I told him, he told me to follow him to the person, only for him to take me to an office and asked someone to do driver's license registration for me. I told Mr Benson that I was directed there to meet someone already who is going to do it for me. He replied by saying that the office we are seated is the office of the person, and he wants to go and find the person for me.

I reluctantly believed and carried on with the registration, I felt compelled to do the driver's license there because I was directed to meet someone who would have done it for me. Mr Benson came back after the registration was done and told me that the person I came there to meet has gone home. I paid 18k, they gave me a driver's permit (that will let me drive without disturbance from security forces) that will expire after three months and told me that the driver's license will be ready before the driver permit expires.

As I was about going, I met someone and the person told me that the person I came to look for doesn't work there anymore, that it's been up to a year since he left. I asked myself why Mr Benson had to lie to me, he obviously has a cut in the registration money. The driver's permit expired and the license wasn't ready yet, little did I know that this man scammed me, he didn't even save my number on his phone, as he will always ask "who is this" whenever I called him. I didn't want to believe it.

He didn't submit my form for the enrollment of the driver's license, he made away with the money, I went there but couldn't find him. Someone told me that he won't do the license, that it is what he does to people; collects money from people and disappears with it. Mr Benson blocked my number at a point, I used another number to call him and he changed his number. Till today I have not heard from him and I have not collected my driver's license, my 18k wasted just like that. I didn't have a strong will, that is why I fell for this, that is why till today, if I plan to do 'A', no one can convince me to do 'B' if I can't execute the 'A', I must take my time and analyze it thoroughly, I might go with 'C' at the end. When I say 'NO', you can't make me say 'YES'. I call it THE STRONGEST OF WILL, that is what it takes to survive in a real world.

I travelled for about a week now to visit my elder sister, it has been a while since I visited her, I decided to use my short leave from work to spend it with her. Barely few days after I left, I heard shocking gossips about me. Why didn't the person say it when I was around, human beings are just ridiculous at times. This was someone that I was very close to, we smile and eat together.

People quarreled in the compound after I travelled, and my name was brought into the quarrel, a particular girl said that her dead mother's body is fresher than mine, that I'm pretending, that I have bunch of men I flirt with, that I follow small boys, that my character is extremely bad. I began to wonder how all this talks had to do with the people that were quarrelling, it sickens me.

One of the gossipers chatted me and told me all what was said about me, I chatted the person that said it and she told me about what every other person said too. Everybody in that yard smiles and plays with me, but literally they don't like me even by a fraction, just few days away from home and a lot of talks are out already. I have been thinking about it since morning, restlessly.

It's so sad to find out that the people that you think love you so much, don't even like you at all. But then I thought to myself, this things must exist, people must talk and try to bring you down, it is not a new thing, but I didn't expect it from this kind of people that were so close to me. But I also realize that the things they said about me doesn't define me, that is not who I am, so I'll have to ignore.

As I will be traveling back to that compound in the next few days, I will be more careful how I chose my words, the people I regard as my friends, the way I relate with people. Believe it or not, not everybody that smiles with you, likes you. I have experienced that now. I am already reevaluating myself as I'm preparing to go back there soon, consciousness and wisdom is vital in this.

Today, I'd like to share my thoughts on toothpastes.
Over the years, I have tried different varieties of toothpaste brands, always opting for quality products. Some of the brands I’ve used include Close Up, Oral-B, Colgate, and even charcoal toothpaste among others, I don tryoo 😅. I’ve experimented with many different options, but lately, I’ve settled on one that I truly prefer: Oral-B.

I find Oral-B to be the best choice for several reasons. First, the fragrance is classic, and the menthol level is higher compared to other brands [investigation done and signedby my mouth]. Whenever I'm done brushing with Oral-B, I can't always help but to move my tongue against my teeth, the feeling that my teeth feel smooth and free of any coating is a clear indication that my mouth is truly refreshed.

One of the features of Oral-B that makes it stand out is how long the fresh breath lasts. I’ve noticed that it keeps my breath feeling fresh for about 12 hours after brushing, which is impressive.
Other toothpaste brands dey try oo, but let me praise my preference small. For other brands, I often find that the freshness diminishes much sooner.

Not here to advertise any toothpaste; I'm merely sharing my personal preference based on my experiences. Each brand has its special qualities, but for me, Oral-B simply stands out as the best option at this time.

There’s this boy in my street who, despite being grown in age, acts a lot like a child. He’s always running around with the younger kids, playing with them everywhere, even in the market.

One day, I was nearby when he accidentally knocked over a bottle of oil from a shop stand. The owner, angry, gave him a harsh slap right there in front of everyone. The boy was shocked and embarrassed, and the market people were murmuring. That same day, he continued playing as usual after the mother settled the oil woman.

But recently, while messing around with his friends on the roadside, a keke driver didn’t see him run out, and he was hit. Thankfully, the injuries weren’t too serious, but he had to go for treatment and was out of area for about three weeks.
Now that he’s recovered, it’s like he’s a different person. I haven’t seen him in his usual spots, and he doesn’t run around like before. People are saying his mom must have really talked to him, and maybe, after all that, he’s finally realized the need to act his age.

Been asking my uncle for some money. I asked him for a straight one week, which he kept promising he would send the next day. But next day turned into two days. Then unexpectedly, after like three days of consistent asking, he finally sent me a particular amount, and he sent it to my Kuda bank account.

Now, note that my Kuda account was still not upgraded. So immediately, my transaction hung, and they said that I had exceeded the amount for a single deposit. This annoyed me. While I was still trying to solve that issue within that same week, one of my friends stepped on my phone and damaged the screen. My damaged screen was the most painful part. I could have handled the transaction that wasn't going through because I was already making contact with the customer care. Instead, here I was, managing a screen that was broken into pieces while trying to settle the bank problem.

I didn't have the money to repair my broken screen, but asking for help again felt like a never ending challenge. I didn’t know how to approach anyone for money, and for a while, I was trapped.
I knew I needed to contact customer care, but my situation was frustrating. Because whenever they asked me to conform a code or certain pins, I couldn't because my keyboard wouldn't allow.

As the days turned into two, my screen continued to get worse. It got to a point where I couldn't even type alphabets. The most painful part of this whole ordeal was realizing that I couldn’t write my stories. Stories that was my possible hope to get some cash and maybe save to buy a new screen. This inability to express myself through writing felt like a heavy weight on my shoulders. It was undoubtedly one of the most challenging moments of my life.

But two days ago, I finally managed to put together some money. With that very last drop of cash, I got my screen repaired and settled the bank issue that had been hunting me.

Now, I’m back to writing my stories, and I’ve missed sharing them with you all. Happy Sunday!

The journey of a thousand miles will always begin with a step, I'm sure you're quite familiar with that phrase.

It will interest you to know that it's actually my first time trying to withdraw from the website, and to my biggest suprise the money landed in my local bank account.

It all started when I was invited to this wonderful platform by a friend. I never knew a day like today could actually come but I was determined to make it happen.

I made up my mind to save up for my Christmas expenses from this website it looks crazy though because at a point it was like one of the hardest decisions I've ever made in my entire life but as God will have it it become a reality

Going by my planes i was supposed to make this withdrawal by December but one of my biggest fear was mindviewers coming up with different forms of verifications. Honestly the thought alone made my heart so heavy that I can't continue.

My special thanks goes to mindviewers for being a major support to us especially those of us that are students.

The Dark Highway

In rural Texas, there existed a stretch of highway known as "Dead Man's Curve." The locals avoided it, whispering tales of unexplained occurrences and gruesome discoveries.

One stormy night, Sarah, a college student, drove home from a late-night study session. As she approached Dead Man's Curve, her GPS led her astray. The darkness seemed to swallow her whole.

Suddenly, her car sputtered and died. Sarah coasted to the side of the road, getting out to investigate. The wind howled, and rain pounded against her skin.

A figure emerged from the darkness – tall, imposing, with eyes glowing like embers. Sarah tried to scream, but her voice was lost in the storm.

The figure beckoned her toward an old, abandoned diner nearby. Sarah's feet moved involuntarily, as if drawn by an unseen force.

Inside, the diner was dimly lit, with tables set as if awaiting customers. The figure vanished, replaced by a low, raspy voice:

"Welcome to the last stop. You'll never leave."

Sarah discovered she was trapped, with no phone signal or escape. The voice continued:

"You'll join the others, forever stuck on this highway, reliving their final moments."

As Sarah panicked, the diner began to shift and distort, like a funhouse mirror. She stumbled upon a room filled with old photographs – images of people who had vanished on Dead Man's Curve.

Sarah realized she was doomed to join them.

The next morning, police found Sarah's car, abandoned and covered in mud. She was never seen again.

Locals whispered that on stormy nights, Sarah's screams echoed through Dead Man's Curve, forever trapped in the abyss of the Dark Highway.

I remember it like it was yesterday, We were having those annoying electric issues on our street, and I decided to find a way around it. Knowing my friend had lived in a region where there's slightly a notice of their ever steady light flickering, I figured it would be a great solution to go boost up there. I headed over to his place to drop it off so it could get charged up while we dealt with the blackout back home.

After some time, I returned to get my power bank, and to my surprise, I realized it was already full and it hadn’t even been up to two hours yet!
Normally, my power bank, which had a capacity of 50,000 mAh, would take at least five hours to charge using my usual charger. I looked at the charger my friend had used- 120 watts was written boldly on it, replacing its brand name.

The next time I returned to my friend’s place, I noticed that his own power bank had already spoilt; he had no use for the charger anymore. But one thing he didnt do was mention the possibility that his powerbank might have been damaged by the 120 watts charger.

Curious, I decided to take the charger for myself and headed into school where I had concluded to spend some time on my book, and now I could read and also charge even more faster.

Excitedly, I plugged it in and innocently, it started charging my power bank. But to my dismay, the Digital display was showing no sign of life the next minute.
I tried everything personally possible to revitalise the life in it but all was futile.

So yesterday, it was mad hot, and I was just hanging out in the sun waiting for my practicals, feeling like I was about to faint. I hadn’t even eaten since morning because, you know, broke life. Then out of nowhere, one of my guys messaged me, saying I should buy food from this girl he knows. I just looked at my empty pocket and ignored it, thinking, is this guy really serious? No way I’m spending anything I don’t have.

Then he messaged again, saying he’d cover the bill. I thought he was just joking until, boom, I saw a credit alert. This guy actually sent me money! That excitement that comes with an unexpected alert, you know? I got energized real quick, but I had to wait for practicals to end before making a move.

As soon as we finished, I went straight to the girl’s hostel for my lunch. The food was fresh, hot, and everything I needed at that moment. I didn’t even rush it; I just sat down and enjoyed every bite. Life isn’t so bad, especially when you have people looking out for you in small but meaningful ways.

Mrs Rachel couldn't' believe her eyes after seeing her husband but her main concern at that moment was her daughter . She hugged Tina and ignored Mr Raymond who remained speechless immediately after he saw his wife.

"Oh God, thank you so much. Welcome pastor. Mrs Catherine said with so much excitement and hugged her daughter.

Where have you been my darling, you make me feel so worried. Am sorry i know you left the house because i couldn't give you the money you asked for. Mrs Rachel said looking into her daughter's eyes. and what happened to your head, why do you tighten your head with bandages?.
Tina feel bad when she heard her mother apologising to her. She don't know how her mother is going to react after she would tell her what happened to her. Tears streamed down her face.
Rachel, nothing we human beings can do, God did it and we give him the praise. Hallelujah!!!
And also, Thanks to this my brother here, Mr Raymond Pastor Drill said gesturing towards where Mr Raymond was.
Mrs Rachel countenance changed when the pastor said the last statement. She was trying to avoid Mr Raymond not to have anything to do with him.

Ermmm I think......

Rachel? Mr Raymond called interrupting pastor Drill when he saw how Mrs Rachel was acting as if she don't know him.

Tina, pastor Drill face Mr Raymond when they heard him called Rachel.

"Do you know her?" Pastor Drill asked Mr Raymond but he don't really know what to say.

Rachel, do you know him? Pastor Drill turned and asked her.
Tears roll down from Mrs Rachel eyes. They sight of Mr Raymond make her to remember what she went through after his disappearance. I don't want to set my eyes on you Raymond ,leave my house now because we won't like what will happen if you don't. I don't want to see you. "Leave my house' Mrs Rachel barked at Mr Raymond angrily.
I don't know how you people met and I don't want to know, just leave here now.

Please Rachel I can explain, please. I look for you everywhere but it seems you disappear from the earths surface. Please just listen to me. Mr Raymond pleaded with her but Mrs Rachel ignored him and turned her attention to the pastor.

Wait first, do you know him? Pastor Drill asked Mrs Rachel.

Sh..she's is my wife pastor.

What!!
Pastor Drill exclaim

Yes sir. Please help me talk to her. Its a long story. Mr Raymond and immediately fall on his knees and started pleading with Mrs Rachel to forgive her.

Mom,is he my Father ?Tina summoned the courage and asked her mother the question she was scared of asking.

That's your father my daughter. He's the one who ran away leaving us to suffer. I don't even know what wrong I do to him that makes him ran away with no trace and suddenly appear from no where. I don't want to see him.she said and enter the house leaving them standing outside.

"What really happened my brother?" Why do you leave your family? Pastor Drill asked

As I said, its a long story sir, I was deceived by a friend who later sold me out. Please help me talk to her, my life hasn't been the same since I left her. I really need her forgiveness.please talk to her sir because i know she will listen to you. Mr Raymond said to pastor Drill sounding remorseful.

For how long have you been away?.

15 years sir.
Are you serious now? Pastor Drill trying to understand what he was hearing.

Yes pastor, that's why I said its a long story.

Well, I think you have to tell her what happened and why you ra.........
Pastor Drill was interrupted by a call on his phone.

He picked the call and it's was Cynthia and told her that Tina has been found, and she should come to the house.

After the call ended, pastor Drill asked Mr Raymond to follow him inside the house, for them to plead with Mrs Rachel to see if she can find a place in her heart to forgive him.

They both entered the parlour of Mrs Rachel and found her sobbing bitterly. Tina was touched, she became more afraid as of what will be her mother's reaction if she tell her that she engaged into Drug dealers.

She walked slowly to where her mother was sitting, she knelt in front of her and joined her mother in crying.

A long time ago, by then I had just concluded my secondary school education, my mum who is a policewoman bought me a phone, and the phone almost landed me in serious trouble. By then, is wasn't working yet, I was always at home sleeping, eating, watching TV, and pressing my phone. The power supply wasn't stable in that region so I had to look for where to charge whenever my phone was almost running out of battery.

On this fateful day, I went to charge my phone in a barbing salon, I went there to meet other people charging, I plugged my phone too. Few minutes after, a lady that went outside, came back inside and complained that her phone has been stolen right where I was sitting with three other girls. We helped her search for the phone but couldn't find it, she accused the three of us of stealing the phone.

She went outside, and after a couple of minutes, she returned with policemen to arrest the three of us who sat there, we were taken as suspect to the station for interrogation. I called my mum, but she said that she won't be able to come immediately, when it was 4pm in the evening, the DPO asked the policemen to lock the three of us in the cell. Fear gripped me, I never imagined that such a day would ever come.

Few minutes after we were thrown into the cell, my mum who is a policewoman finally came, and exercised her power as a force person and I was released immediately, leaving the other two girls in cell. The other two girls were released the next day, after it was discovered that the girl who claimed her phone was missing, misplaced the phone outside the place we were charging, none of the three of us were responsible for it.

Although the phone was tracked and recovered, she was also made to spend a night in the cell for wrongfully accusing us. Since then, I always feel reluctant to go to somebody's shop and charge my phone, even till today, it could have been worse for me back then if my mum wasn't a policewoman. I'll rather pay money to charge than look for free spot where I'll hang around, that cell wasn't a nice place to behold.

There is a time I visited my aunty and went with her to a PTA meeting at her son's school, I didn't want to stay alone at home, so I decided to follow her to the meeting. My aunty have been emphasizing on how necessary and important it is for her to be in the PTA meeting, that she needs to address some issues that have been going on for a while, I had no idea what it was. The school was one of the biggest schools in town, with primary and secondary levels with boarding facility inclusive.

Her son was about 2 years old, and in the nursery class. The meeting kicked off in earnest, parents tabled their complains, but the biggest complain of all was by the corner. My aunty raised up her hand and complained about how her son doesn't ever return home with any remaining food in his lunch box, she said that she puts much food than her son can finish in the box, but yet he never returns home with any. She said that she suspects that the teacher eats her son's food.

She presented her evidence; she said that she decided to intentionally put an undone meat with bones in it that was still very strong in her son's lunch box, knowing too well that the little boy couldn't chew a strong meat that has bone, but still, the boned meat could not be found in the lunch box when the boy got home, it was empty, not even the fragments of the bone was found. How on earth???!!! The woman was sure the teacher ate it. Another parent stood up to say that his little child in the same class usually says that their teacher goes round with her plate when they are eating to scoop a portion of each of their food to eat.

The parent didn't believe the kid, because he thought the child was just saying it, but after what my aunty just said, he believed it's true. Reactions sparked up, the proprietress asked the teacher to stand, the teacher was a grown woman which I guess should be in her late 40s, the look on her face confirmed that she's guilty, she couldn't denied and nodded her head in shame to confirm that the accusations is true. The parents reacted angrily, yelling at the woman, my aunty was raged, she has been waiting a long time to expose this teacher.

It was added that the woman doesn't come to school with food, because she eats from the children in her class everyday, perhaps depriving the little kids of the good meal they are supposed to have. The proprietress addressed the issue and assured the parents that the teacher will no longer be in the nursery section, she was transferred to the primary section where pupils eat on their own. She was queried, and her salary for a month wasn't paid. I was shocked oh, very shocked, things are happening.