Mindviewers Stories

After I read Betty's story yesterday, it made me want to read too. I thought about reading for a long time, maybe even for straught 4 hours as 7 hours felt really tiring. So, I decided to read for just a little while instead.

This morning after church service, I went to school buying some snacks to eat while I read. I also took my special water bottle because it helps me feel fancy and solves my thirst problems.

I picked a classroom that I thought would help me read better. At first, I was confident and thought I could concentrate really well because the classroom was empty and peaceful. But then, three boys walked into the room, and I got scared. They sat just behind my desk making me feel nervous and not able focus on my book at all.

I tried really hard to read, but I just couldn't. I kept thinking about the boys and what they were doing. It was hard to forget about them. I wanted to read and enjoy my book, but my worries kept getting in the way.

When I knew that it would be a further waste of time trying.
I gathered my books and other belongings and went to another class which had a mix of students also studying there.

It all began two years ago when I met her. There was an instant spark, a connection that felt undeniable. We laughed, shared secrets, and quickly began to spend more time together, getting to know each other's thought on destiny and purpose. It was a blissful time filled with youthful excitement and hope.

I've known mercy for quite some time now and there is know need snicking around, we both decide to be more official and by implications we started visiting each other's homes, not longer the formal way of waiting behind after lectures but this time around she can come to my house and me to her place as well.

My first visit to her place wasn't a bad one, as her parents thought I was just a school friend and probably came to have some home lectures with her. Little did they know that something fishing is going down 🤣 trust me I was looking cool and gentle all true my stay.

Things has been going so well but not this time around, I visited and she went to the market, it was just her dad at home. Cheerfully the old man offered I stay with him while I wait for my friend. Hmm 🤔 I was left with know choice but to sit, the man was not just interesting to be with but also very funny. I could not help but become very free with him.

I know you love my daughter he questioned? at this point I knew the man it's becoming very interested in our relationship, on a first thought I wanted to lie but on the other hand I knew he had seen us more offen than expected if i claim of just being a friend. I only said nothing but the truth.

Just like every other Nigerian man his next question was who are your parents and what is your family name. The atmosphere changed immediately I answered him. I suspected something was wrong, but just couldn't pick point what the problem was. Unfortunately my friend is home and our conversation was interrupted.

I wasn't surprised to see mercy with her dad in my place the next morning. I could sense the gravity of what was coming. Somewhere wetin my spirit I knew I had not done anything wrong and besides I and mercy hasn't bounded so there is no way she could be pregnant.

My dad was already in the sitting room when they entered, I was suprise to see both parents exchange pleasantries as though they've known from somewhere. With heavy hearts, they revealed the truth we were distantly related. Not close enough to be considered immediate family, but the connection was there a thread that tied our families together in a way that made our relationship complicated and, ultimately, unacceptable.

The news wasn't a good one. All at once, the joy we had shared turned into heartache. We were faced with an impossible decision to end what had blossomed between us. It was as if the universe had conspired to tear us apart just as we were discovering the depths of our feelings. In that moment, we both understood that love sometimes comes with boundaries we cannot cross.

Cooking that stew was like a win, and stepping out to buy bread was the finishing thing. My friend and I had eaten noodles earlier, and while I tried to convince him to stay and eat the stew, he refused. He said it was already late and with Sunday coming, he couldn’t hang around. I didn’t push too much. At least he wasn’t leaving on an empty stomach.

On the way to get the bread, we saw a rat struggling for its life in some really dirty water. It was swimming like crazy, but it was clear the poor thing wasn’t going to make it. We stopped for a bit to watch, and I told my friend, “This rat is done for, no hope at all.” He nodded and then said something that got me thinking.

He said, “That rat is just like all of us in Nigeria right now, struggling to survive in a mess we didn’t even create.” We both laughed, but his words hit deep. It’s true that life here feels like a never-ending hustle with no guarantees. Even when we laugh, it’s like we’re just hiding the weight of everything we deal with daily.

By the time we got the bread, his words still stayed with me. Nigeria is in a tough spot right now, and it’s not just about politics or money, it’s about everyday survival. Some days, we’re just like that rat, trying to stay afloat, hoping we don’t sink further into the mess. It’s a lot to process when you think about it.

After I escorted my friend home, I headed back to enjoy my stew with the bread. But deep down, I couldn’t stop thinking about his words. Just like the rat might find a way out somehow, I hope we all do too. Survival might be hard, but as Nigerians, we’ve learned to keep pushing no matter what.

I still remember the day I stepped onto the scale before starting my 300L first semester. I was suprise to see 50kg. I felt a sense of accomplishment, knowing I'd maintained that weight since 2016.

As the semester progressed, I kept a close eye on my weight. By exam time, I had dropped to 46kg. I wasn't worried; I knew it was just a temporary fluctuation, probably because of the exam stress and other factors that might be personal. As at the time the semester was coming to an end I was back up to 48kg.

Life got busy, and I didn't get a chance to check my weight during those times. But recently, I decided to step onto the scale again. I wasn't too sure what it would be this time but to my greatest surprise I weighed 54kg! Wow I had finally broken through the 50kg barrier.

I couldn't wait to share the news with my friends Fatima and Ogechi. Those girls has always talked down on me each time we discussed about our fitness journeys, and now I felt like I had something to brag about. Fear my return.

Today, I was really tired after school. I had read a lot with this particular female friend.
She (friend)- use to own a little bakery store that she's still trying to get out in the light but we had never gotten to have a one and one conversation concerning that.

Reading was over for the day and it was eventually time to retire and head home, staring at the time, I felt accomplished: reading for straight 7hrs without any distractions. But one thing was amiss - I was hungry and had avoided clogging up my system with junks all through the reading hours.
She wanted to be nice to me, so she requested that I gave her a few minutes while she launched out to her hostel.

She returned with a nylon that was bulging with an unknown delicious aroma emanating from whatever that was.
She made me a buttered bread!
As she handed it to me, she also apologised for not making either a minced meat bread or other more nutritional combo's. We both blamed it on time afterwards.

When I took a bite of the buttered bread, it tasted different from what I usually have. Normally, I put a lot of butter on my bread. But this time, my friend had sprinkled some sugar on the butter. It tasted really, really good. The butter wasn't too much. I kept moving around my tongue on what was supposed to be just an ordinary, there was something special and different about this one, I thought.
Out of impatience, I asked if she used something special to make it, but she said no. It was just a little sprinkle of sugar on it and nothing more.

Throughout the day my system was unapologetically filled up with more of buttered bread. I had gotten an extra loaf myself on the way and a box of medium sized butter, I has sugar at home.
This was new discovery that would linger for some time until my taste buds grows weary of it's taste.

I’ll never forget this experience. It was raining lightly that day when I got home a bit soaked. I made my dinner hoping that when I'm done showering, I will eat then sleep immediately.
I quickly rushed into the bathroom to rinse off. While I was halfway done with bathing, NEPA took the light, but thank God for my rechargeable bulb, so I kept going.

Out of nowhere, the power came back, and that bulb exploded with a loud sound. I was so terrified that I slipped and fell on my back. My heart was pounding, but the miraculous thing was that my head was safe.

After that scare, I had no interest in continuing my shower. I dried off quickly, wrapped myself up, and went to my room, relieved nothing worse had happened. Even the food I was supposed to eat, I left it on the table till morning.

Today, I came home from church feeling really tired and decided to take a two-hour nap. However, when I woke up, I saw I had missed a group call, and my supervisor had sent out topics for us to work on, all due by Friday. The deadline was so tight, but I had no choice but to start working immediately.

For the past eight hours, I’ve been on my laptop trying to get things in order. Luckily, my friend showed up to help. She was so supportive, constantly encouraging me to keep going and even brought food (Sunday rice) to make things easier for me. It’s moments like these that remind me of the value of good friends.

People have been hyping up the project a lot, claiming it's too tough for someone doing it for the first time. But honestly, I’m determined to start and finish it on my own. Sure, the topic is challenging, but that’s not going to change my mindset. I’m sure it’ll get easier as I break it down and keep pushing through.

I was sitting outside of my hostel when I heard some noise across the street.
I went to where the noise was coming from and I saw these small boy arguing with some older youth.
The small boy was arguing with them angrily, and they also were also shouting back at him. Immediately I saw those older youths faces I knew who they were.
As a fresher in a Nigerian University you face a lot of challenges when you first resume.
When I first resumed as a fresher some years ago I faced those struggle but now I know how to maneuver my way.
One of those challenges I faced is these so called Ẹ̀gbọ́n àdúgbò who calls fresh new students and Bill them for money.

I am now in 300 lvl so no Ẹ̀gbọ́n can ride me anyhow.
But as I sit and watch these newly resumed fresher arguing with these guys I got a little interested in The argument.
It goes thus, these Ẹ̀gbọ́n àdúgbò asked the boy to buy something worth of 2000 for them, but the boy kept on insisting that he couldn't drop money as he had nothing on him.
I looked at the young boy and felt kind of proud of him at the same time I felt pity for him.
These Ẹ̀gbọ́ns he was arguing with are hard drug addict who can cause harm to him without feeling remorse, although the boy stood up for himself but he was putting himself to danger.
I wasn't able to watch the whole argument finish because I got a call from someone.
When I later asked some bystanders what happened they said the boy did not pay those Ẹ̀gbọ́ns what they asked for and he walked Scot free.

I was like damn that boy got a nerve but I just hope he wouldn't regret not giving them what they asked for.

I had been looking forward to my trip for some days now, planning every little detail. Tomorrow was the day I would finally set off on my journey just as planned. I had everything arranged my traveling bag, and my phone fully charged so I can be busy while on the trip. But there was one thing I overlooked, my clothes!

My mom had warned me about this countless times advising I wash my clothes early enough. I totally did not get the take her advice, thinking, It hasn’t rained in days; what are the chances it will rain now I questioned myself.

Just as I finished washing, the weather changed and the sky opened up. I watched helplessly from my window as the rain poured down, soaking everything in sight. My heart sank as I realized my freshly washed clothes were now hanging outside, still very much wet with water.

I ran outside, trying to save clothes from further disaster, but it was too late. My clothes were wet, and there was no way they would dry in time for my early morning departure. I stood there for a moment, feeling the weight of my poor decision.

At this point it is safe to say that I won't meet up with my schedule to travel on the morrow, but who is to be blame if not myself. How I wish I had listened to my mum

I was jejely using my earpiece when my friebd approached to borrow it. When I handed her the earpiece, she looked at it and smiled, saying she could use it for her call. It felt okay at first, but as time went on, her call stretched longer than I expected. Thirty minutes went by, and I started to feel a bit worried. I couldn’t believe I had to wait that long just to get my earpiece back.

When she finally returned it to me, something felt off. I noticed the earpiece was shaky now. I was confused and thought, how come what I just gave to her was shaky after the few minutes I left it for her. I didn’t understand what could have happened during that time. I just held on to it tightly, hoping it would somehow fix itself.

When I got home, I plugged the earpiece into my phone, but no luck. It still had problems. I sat there for a moment, feeling a mix of confusion and frustration. Should I be upset with my friend for something that was maybe her fault? Or should I just accept that the earpiece was broken, all because of a long phone call?
I loved that earpiece as I no get money for earpods.

Today, as I sat down to think, my mind kept going back to my use-to-be friend. I had been feeling really fond of her lately, and our friendship was growing stronger with each passing day. We laughed together, shared secrets, and enjoyed each other's company. It felt wonderful, and I was excited about where our friendship was heading.

But then, something unexpected happened. One day, she started talking about boundaries. She joked about how my calls were getting to be too much. At first, I thought she was just making a funny comment, but deep down, it bothered me.
I tend to take words seriously and always looking for meaning in what people say.

As a good friend, I decided to write her a long message to explain how I felt about the statement she made, I wanted her to know that everyone is different, and I just call her because she’s my friend and I care about her plainly.

When I sent the message, I was hoping for understanding. But her response surprised me. She sent me a sticker that seemed playful, almost as if she didn’t really take my well composed long writeup seriously.
I felt my stomach biting me in disappointment. Since that day, it’s been over three weeks, and I’ve kept my distance from her.

We used to talk often, but now our conversations are different. It was hard to pull though but not when someone I call a friend take me for granted.
She had apologised three times now but I am never letting us go back to the way we used to before.
How was she expecting me to feel when she made that statement.

I was determined to be serious in school today so I woke up early and got to school by 8:00 AM. I was so eager to make a difference today because we had a class that was supposed to start at 8:30 AM. I thought I would be very serious and ready to learn.

When I got to our classroom, I saw many of my friends outside. They looked confused. I joined them and found out that some students in 200-level were using our classroom! We all had to wait outside because they were not done yet.

I waited and waited with my friends. The time for our class came, but our lecturer did not come. We looked at the clock, and it was already 8:40 AM, but our lecturer was still missing and we didn’t know what to do standing outside the classroom worried.

After a long time, some of my friends went to ask what was happening. They came back and told us that our teacher was not coming today. She didn’t even tell us! We all felt sad because we wanted to learn something new.
The way my mood changed!
How my morning was wasted, it was just plainly disappointing.

Visiting the seminary where I once studied felt like going back in time, but it was a good feeling. I had come to see a former classmate, who’s now a lecturer there, and hoped to catch up on old times. When I arrived, though, I found out he was caught up in a special meeting, so I’d have to wait a while. With time to spare, I decided to take a walk around the place and see what had changed since I left.

Strolling around, I noticed a few familiar spots, but also a lot of new developments. One building, in particular, caught my eye, a brand-new structure they called the “Students’ Lounge.” It looked modern and welcoming, a place clearly made for people to relax. It’s designed as a cozy spot where students can rest, especially those who might need a break before going for their next class or task.

Near the lounge, I spotted a big water tank, conveniently placed for anyone needing to fill up a bottle. It seemed they thought of everything to make the space comfortable and refreshing. I found a seat there and let myself sink into the peaceful environment. The breeze was gentle, and the whole area was kept so clean.
Just as I was getting lost in old memories, my phone rang, it was my friend, finally done with his meeting. I got up, relaxed and grateful for the chance to revisit such a familiar place.

I entered the street today; I just decided to take a stroll around the school.
I dressed up very exotically, very expressively, and I wanted to flaunt my new dress, I had received the outfit from an uncle abroad.

The stroll was something that I just wanted to do for fun—it was Sunday. So I went into school, grooving and walking with all pride and comfort, greeting friends along the way and all that.

My main aim was to visit the hostel. There was a friend there who had been inviting me over and over again, but I had not had time. So I decided to go there, coupled with the fact that it was a Sunday.

When I arrived at the hostel with all my pride, my friend was able to identify a tear behind my well-ironed shirt.
I was disappointed. Who knows all these girls out there looking my way?
See mess up, but if it is for fun, I actually did have fun today.

I was a guy who loved having long hair, but in medical school, they don't usually allow high hairstyles or bushy hair. Growing hair just wasn't permitted for no apparent reason. If the girls were allowed to carry their braids or pride comfortably with their Bob-Marley hairstyles, then why couldn't the guys keep and grow their hair too?

Well, during my final year, I decided to grow a little bit of hair. I tried my best to maintain it, aiming for a look that was both disciplined and not just reckless.
After visiting a saloon after the end of last semester, I was able to pick just the perfect hairstyle.

Now, this semester, I have been questioned by some staff members about my hairstyle, but it seemed like they were targeting us without any real reason. What was it really about? The hairstyle?, they always asked. It felt unnecessary , and I couldn't help but wonder why they placed so much emphasis on our appearance when our focus should be on our studies and future as medical professionals.

Surprisingly, I had always found a way to distracte their attention up till now. How I had been able to be the only student to keep this kind of long strands remains a big win for me.

Today was another practical turmoil. We left home around 8 AM to get to school. We knew it was a practical class, so we had to leave early to ensure we wouldn't miss out on anything.

When we arrived, we realized that the entrance to the practical hall was locked making us contemplate on the probability that the non-academic staff union strike and all that could have played a part.

Well, we waited there for nothing less than 30 minutes until the door was finally unlocked. The manager had shown up, but without supporting staff; we understood without being told that it was because of the strike.

We started off the practical and hoped that without time constraints we would be done quickly.
Surprisingly "in no time turned into hours", it was 5hrs.

Normally, I do not eat breakfast before going to school. It always made me feel uncomfortable and restless each time I tried. Usually prefered to eat in the afternoons on school days. However, this particular morning, a thought crossed my mind that I should get something to eat before heading to school, stubborn me never expected the practical to extend until 5 PM, though so I left with an empty stomach.

It’s saddening, but I challenged myself, I guess.
It’s not that I didn’t have an extra cash to buy food or snacks around; I just figured I could train myself, or rather train my stomach, to adjust to a different system.

(No mind all this oyibo, hunger really wipe me wetin no good today.)

Back in secondary school days, my home economics teacher always talked about personal hygiene and the use of perfume and scented liquids on the body.

Well, by then, I didn't have money to purchase perfume. there were many other things to do with money than to spend it on perfumes, and my parents agreed more to this. So, I figured out a plan to maneuver the whole situation and smell nice each time I was in school.

There was this market path that led to the school. Every morning, I would branch there and pretend like I wanted to buy a perfume. Then I would spray about 4 to 5 different brands and pretend like I disliked them.
The joy of my fellow students always coming to sniff my ever changing scent each day made me feel like a celebrity.

The exact are where they sold these perfumes had long line of shops, and there was no way they could detect my tactics.
Funny enough, I finished my SS3 without problems and still kept to my expensive perfume lifestyle.

Living in the city was something very special and enjoyable. I imagined it would be like the Nollywood movies, those kind of films that made me admire the actors as they drove through splendid avenues and past grand mansions. Everything seemed so bright and glamorous, and I longed to visit the city.

When I was applying for tertiary institutions, I included UNN on my list, knowing that my course required me to move to the city for my 200 level to complete my remaining years. This was always on my mind. After I traveled to Enugu and finished my 100 level, life became tough. The economy and various challenges weighed heavy on everyone. No one here is smiling; both the rich and the poor are complaining.

It wasn't like in the movie anymore; I had to cook my own food, go to classes without support, come back home, and do my research. I had to drag myself along and be an adult. I never prepared for this; I never prepared to be an adult so soon, but I think I'm still learning. It's part of the learning and experiences we encounter in life that make us who we are. Well, I'm still keeping on the right path, and I pray that God keeps me and gives me my daily bread, also protects me all through. It's not easy being a student. For every student out there who is keeping on the right path, they deserve accolades.

I never knew that owning an iPhone could also earn someone extra cash until I took an interest in taking photos of people and monetizing it.

I had announced in the social group that I had some talent for snapping pictures with my iPhone. It was supposed to be just a casual thing; it wasn’t meant to be very serious. But then, I started getting messages from people saying they needed a photo shoot for their birthdays or just wanted new pictures to see my skills.

In just 2 days, about 8 of them from my class group booked me. That meant I made about 14,000 Naira in 2 days! There’s nothing as surprising as that, and I’m happier than ever. I’m even going for another photo shoot tomorrow to take pictures for some birthday girl.

People you should all believe in your hustle no matter how little it seem.

Today began with a sense of purpose. I left my house determined to make the most of my day checking one or two in school, despite not having secured food before heading out. On reaching my class, I quickly realized my writing pen had run dry. I headed to the nearby store, hoping to find a replacement.

At the store, I asked for a pen and a notebook, which cost 400 naira. I reached for my phone to transfer the money just as usual, only to find out that my bank was undergoing maintenance. Oh Jesus you need to see how frustrated I was. Seeing that it's a situation I couldn't help i contemplated leaving empty-handed.

As I turned to leave, a woman caught my attention ,looking lost and overwhelmed. She called out for help, and I approached her. She needed directions to the shuttle park. Initially, I thought about just pointing her in the right direction, but something compelled me to take her there myself.

At that point I needed no prophet to tell me it was her first time coming around my school. When we reached the shuttle park, her face lit up with gratitude. She quickly searched through her bag and handed me 500 naira. It was the last thing I had expected but to be honest I needed the money and it was like God coming through for me.

With my heart filled with appreciation. And with the money in hand, I hurried back to the store, and was able to pay for the pen and notebook I desperately needed. That simple act of kindness not only provided me with the means to continue my day but also reminded me of the power of helping others.

We had a pharmacology practical in school today, and it all started off fine.
It was a long lecture that lasted up to 3hrs straight without break and tiredness was boldly dancing on our faces.

At a particular time, we were grouped and assigned to different tables that was set up with apparatus.

Each group was to identify a leader to carry out the experiments.
Normally, I’m always selected as the group leader, but today I was just feeling tired and not ready to take on leadership.

After much pushing by my teammates and group members, they all cheered my name to take up the apparatus. With a bit of pride, I took up the apparatus, and then I was trying to sip some base into a pipette when suddenly, I swallowed, oh wait I didn't swallow, just received a mouthful good amount of the nonvolatile base.
I was wanted to get annoyed and complain about not wanting to involve myself in the first place, but the loud laughters by group members lured me into joining the laughing battle.