Mindviewers Stories

Today, I finally got paid from a project my good friend had been forcing me to check in on every day. For the past two months, I had been following his advice, even though I didn’t fully understand everything. At some point, I even got angry at him for disturbing me because the whole thing felt too complex. But looking at my payment now, I can’t deny that it was worth the effort.

The funny thing is, my friend never gives up. He no dey hear word at all. Even when I got tired of the project, he mounted more pressure on me, saying there was nothing I could do to avoid it. And true to his words, the payment has come, and it’s not small money. In fact, he was the one who first checked his balance and excitedly told me he had been paid even bigger. That was when I rushed to check mine too.

If I had taken it more seriously, I would have earned even more. But no problem, lesson learned. Next time, I’ll put in more effort and grab the full opportunity. For now, I just thank my stubborn friend for dragging me into something that turned out to be a big win.

George was a young man full of hope and dreams. There was always something he had to say about every single aspect of life. He knew a lot about politics, football, games, the country, economics, and almost everything I could think of. He was a genius. The first time I met him in my first year, during 100 level, I admired him. I admired his enthusiasm for life, his gifted nature, and his dreamy perspective.

However, as we moved into 200 level, I began to notice a mental shift in George. He didn't always behave the way he used to. His speech changed too; he seemed different, almost like someone who was becoming unwell or perhaps struggling with depression.

We reached out to George's family and expressed our concerns about his increasingly troubling condition. They assured us that they would take care of it. However, when the next semester rolled around and we were supposed to advance to 300 level, George was nowhere to be found.

We tried contacting his family again, but they were not forthcoming with any vital information about George's whereabouts. They acknowledged that they had taken him somewhere for help, but they offered no updates on his health or progress. Their only response was that we should pray for him.

George was my good friend, or rather, he is my good friend and I haven't heard from him in almost two years now. I truly hope he is doing well and that he is safe.

When I was appointed Head Boy of my high school, I quickly realized the role came with a lot of responsibilities. From managing meetings to organizing events and keeping track of student concerns, the list seemed endless. At first, I struggled to keep everything in check and often felt overwhelmed by all the tasks I had to juggle.

One day, I decided to implement a simple habit to help me stay on top of things: dedicating just five minutes at the end of each school day to plan my tasks for the next day. I didn’t make elaborate lists—just a quick jot of the main things I needed to accomplish.

At first, it felt like a small change, but the effect was immediate. The next day, I was more focused and knew exactly what needed my attention. I wasn’t wasting time figuring out what to do first. I could prioritize my responsibilities more efficiently, which helped me balance my duties as Head Boy and my personal schoolwork.

This five-minute habit soon became a routine, and by the end of my tenure in office as the Head Boy, I found I was managing my responsibilities much better. It wasn’t about doing everything at once—it was about starting each day with a clear plan.

It has really been a long and frustrating week. After making my plans, all of them got shattered by either the schedules with my classes or department, by the HOD, or by my project advisor. It has been all ups and downs through the wheel. There has just been one problem after another — one expenditure to the next.

Previously, I had planned and projected to get a new phone, but I can’t seem to wrap my head around the fact that we were going to spend so much on my project work. I don’t know how it happened, but with hope, I had told her before the last month had run out that I would have gotten a replacement for my stolen phone. Yet here I am now, still without a new one and facing many projects.

Just the week before, our project supervisor brought to our attention the open sum of money we were supposed to pay for our project data collections and data analysis. I had initially wanted to handle this myself, but if I was going to collect the project data and do the analysis on my own, I would still need assistance from my project supervisor. However, since he had already billed us for collecting the data himself, I now found it mandatory to make this payment.

Even if it wasn’t mandatory, who would be there to guide me? Who could teach me how to properly collect and analyze the data to meet the department's and faculty's standards, following their guidelines and rules? I ended up paying the money, and it really ruined my plans.
But it's all for a short while, these challenges.
I know y'all miss the Quiz and other services but it won't linger for a long while.

I have this female friend in my department who’s quite fond of me. We are really good friends just platonic, nothing more. Recently, she mentioned she’d be visiting me, but she didn’t give me a heads-up.

We had a conversation, and as I was about to leave for home, she casually mentioned that she would come over the next week. Well, the next week rolled around, and yesterday she told me to wait a bit so she could grab her bag and come to my place.

I wasn’t really on board with that. I felt uncomfortable because we usually discuss these things beforehand. It shouldn’t have been presented as a surprise; it felt unexpected and a bit like an emergency. I didn’t plan for her visit, and I wasn’t prepared at all.

After much pleading and trying to find the right words, I finally told her that I wouldn’t appreciate her coming over that particular day. To my surprise, she took offense. I felt pretty annoyed; instead of understanding where I was coming from, it seemed my words had hurt her.

When we saw each other at school today, she wouldn’t speak to me. Not a single word. I could see the disappointment in her eyes, and I knew that I had let her down. But the truth was, I simply wasn’t willing to have visitors that day. It didn’t feel right to invite her over when I hadn’t planned for it, I just knew it wasn’t the best idea.

Today was quite eventful. I went to a cyber café to type and print some documents. The place was packed with people, all busy with different things. I borrowed a keyboard and started working on my document while overhearing a conversation about the best universities. Some people were really arguing, each defending their school like their life depended on it.

After a while, I stepped out to buy a half bag of water for everyone in the café. The weather was hot, and I figured they could use some. When I returned, something interesting happened. One of the guys there must have felt inspired because he went out and bought food for everyone. Just like that, I got a free lunch without expecting it. It was funny how a small act of kindness led to something even bigger.

Once I finished typing and printing, I packed my things and headed outside. Just as I was about to leave, I saw an old friend from way back. It had been a long time since we last met, but one thing hadn’t changed about her, she was still as short as ever. It made me smile because, in my mind, I always imagined she would have grown taller.

Unfortunately, I didn’t have time to catch up properly. We exchanged pleasantries, laughed a little, and then I had to leave. It felt good seeing her again, but life keeps moving, and sometimes, you just have to keep going.

Back in college, we had to distribute questionnaires for the data collection part of our project. I told my colleague that we had to do it properly, no shortcuts or data manipulation like others were doing. If we got it right, we’d be able to defend our work confidently later on. So, we split up; he went toward the main entrance of the school while I took the back gate side, handing out questionnaires to everyone I saw on my way.

After a while, I got tired and decided to take a break. I walked into a small kiosk, bought a soft drink, and sat down to relax. As I sipped my drink, a young man walked in. Seeing an opportunity, I handed him a questionnaire. He filled it out without hesitation, but after he was done, he looked at my dusty feet and the stack of papers still in my hands. He asked if he could help me distribute the rest.

At first, I politely declined. It wasn’t his responsibility, and I didn’t want to trouble him. But he insisted, so I reluctantly gave him a small portion. To my surprise, he shook his head and asked for the whole stack, promising to return the completed forms within two days. He gave me his contact, took the papers, and left. I was still in shock at his willingness to help a complete stranger.

The next day, much earlier than expected, he came back. He handed me the stack of questionnaires, all filled out by different people. I flipped through them, and everything looked properly done. I was beyond grateful. It was rare to see someone go out of their way like that without expecting anything in return.

I couldn’t let him leave empty-handed, so I quickly pulled out a 2000 naira note and squeezed it into his hand. He hesitated but eventually accepted it with a small smile. After that day, I never saw him again. His phone number didn’t go through when I tried calling. To this day, I still wonder who he was and why he helped me so willingly.

Today, I visited my old roommate before heading back to my school hostel, carrying my last belongings. Just when I thought everything was fine, I tripped on a stone and fell hard. 😞

I landed on a rock that jolted my whole body. When I got up and dusted myself off, I felt a wave of panic—my phone! 📱

I pulled it out of my pocket, only to find the back of my iPhone 12 Pro Max cracked! I couldn't believe it. The screen was okay, but that crack looked painful. 💔

Such a disappointing turn of events, and it felt like it would ruin my whole week. Anyone else had a day go from good to bad in an instant.

After the fall, I walked back to my hostel, feeling pretty down about my iPhone 12 Pro Max. 😞 I had barely had it for two weeks after upgrading from an iPhone 8, and now it was already damaged!

I hadn't even gotten to enjoy that 'new phone' feeling. But hey, what can you do? If I find the money to fix it, great. If not, I guess I'll just have to live with it. A cracked back won't kill me!

This morning was church cleanup day, so I arrived early to join in. After the opening prayers, we had a short meeting where everyone was given refreshments. The atmosphere was lively, with people chatting and preparing for the cleanup. It felt good to be part of the team, knowing we were working together to keep the church clean and organized.

Once the cleaning started, I suddenly remembered something we used to do as kids. Back then, we would stack up plastic chairs and climb to the top just for fun. Feeling a bit nostalgic, I decided to try it again. I carefully arranged several chairs, making sure they were stable, then climbed up and sat at the highest point. The feeling was incredible, like I was on a throne, watching everything from above.

As I sat there, completely relaxed, I almost forgot about the cleanup going on around me. The cool breeze, the height, and the slight swaying of the chairs made it an oddly satisfying experience. I was enjoying my moment when, suddenly, I heard my leader’s voice calling my name. He was urging me to come down and lead the closing prayer. At that moment, I realized I had been sitting up there for quite some time, just enjoying the view.

With a smile, I climbed down from my "throne" and joined the group. Everyone was already gathered, waiting for the prayer to wrap up the day's work. I took a deep breath, cleared my mind, and led the closing prayer, thanking God for strength and unity.

Today, my department had a photo and video session after class. After the class ended, we were called to a specific spot to form letters with our bodies to represent the institutional TV sign for our department.

When we gathered, the sun was very bright, so we had some ice cream to cool down. At first, some people didn’t want to form straight letters, and we kept messing up. Every time we tried to make the letters right, someone would accidentally break the line, and we had to start over.

Despite the heat and the mistakes, we kept trying. Finally, we managed to line up correctly to form the letters. The photographer took our picture just as we posed together, proud of our teamwork.

After the session, we all enjoyed our ice cream and celebrated the fun experience we had.

I was ready to escape from the sun and crowd due to my just recovering health state, when I was ceased by a course mate who insisted on taking pictures with me, and when I thought it was all over, a friend came to join, a pair tagged in too.

I’ve always been someone who attended school early and never missed lectures. I would always sit in the front row during class, and my peers knew me as a very serious person. I wouldn’t say I was the brightest student, but I was certainly intelligent and knew how to handle my studies.

However, everything changed when I relocated and made a new friend in my department. Unfortunately, he turned out to be a bad influence. He often encouraged me to take things lightly, and as a result, my punctuality took a hit. Instead of leaving the house early for our 8 a.m. classes, he would ensure that we left at exactly 8 a.m just when class was starting.

Today was the worst example of this. We had an exam scheduled for 10 a.m., and instead of being prepared and arriving on time, I found myself scrambling at the last minute.

Just as we were about to leave our residence for school, another friend called to inform us that the exam had already started, and we were still far from campus. Panic set in, and we instantly began running. You can imagine how I was trying to maintain my composure, all while wearing my polished shoes, which quickly became covered in dust with every step.

When we finally arrived at the exam venue about ten minutes late, we faced additional delays. The invigilators lingered before allowing us in, and it took a lot of pleading and arguing before they would even listen to our explanations for our tardiness. It was a humiliating experience.

In that moment, I made a decision: instead of letting someone else’s negative influence drag me down, I would focus on making a positive impact on my own life and choices.

I woke up for school, but this day was different. I had an exam that I was really worried about. As I got out of bed, I remembered everything that happened the night before—a mix of studying, dinner, and trying to finish my homework before going to sleep.

When I looked in my closet, I had a big surprise. My white shirts, which are part of my school uniform, were all dirty. I realized I had worn them all the day before, and the shirt I planned to wear for the exam was still stained. I started to feel panic rise inside me.

I thought hard for a solution. I remembered the sweater I borrowed from a friend. It could hide the messy shirt! But when I looked for it, I saw that it was too long for me to wear over a wet shirt, and I couldn’t return it in bad condition. My heart sank even more.

Feeling desperate, I rushed to the wash basin and scrubbed the shirt as fast as I could. I hoped it would get clean and dry quickly. But as time passed, I grew more anxious.

Suddenly, my phone buzzed. I looked at the message and saw that the exam was postponed! I felt a mix of relief and frustration. I had spent so much time cleaning a shirt that I didn’t need to wear anymore.

Even with the news, I still needed to go to school, so I put on the wet shirt and ran out. The outside air was chilly, and I felt nervous about how I looked, but I tried to smile as I walked to school.

As the day went on, I felt tired and kept thinking about my choices. When I finally got home, I felt sick from the cold and the stress of the day

I was thinking this evening, and I thought about how I performed academically when I was still with my parents until I moved out independently to study in my 300 level. I noticed a significant difference in my academic performance, and now I could understand why. Back then, while I was living with my parents and siblings, I usually turned off the light at night before sleep. Most times, I drank coffee in the morning. However, after I moved out, I cut down on my coffee intake, and there was usually light—my light was on 24/7. I hadn’t known that this was affecting me, particularly my memory consolidation and retention, until I read an article recently about how these little things can impact memory retention and cognitive functions.

In addition to the insights I gained from the article, I realized that exposure to blue screens also significantly impacted cognitive function. I became increasingly aware of how much time I used to spend on my phone and other screens, prompting me to dive deeper into this topic. I wanted to enlighten others about the myriad of ways these small factors can affect memory and overall physiological functions.

First and foremost, exposure to blue light interferes with our sleep patterns. This disruption not only hampers our ability to fall asleep but also disturbs our circadian rhythms during the night. As a result, this affects memory retention. Interestingly, while coffee can enhance brain retention to some extent, it is also crucial to recognize the importance of quality sleep and the darkness we experience during that rest.

Understanding these connections has been enlightening, and I think it’s vital for everyone to learn this and keep it in mind.

As I watched students rushing around, I felt a wave of memories wash over me. Just two years ago, I was one of those nervous second-year students, studying hard for a tough exam. Many students had failed that course, and I remembered how stressful it was.

I saw my classmates flipping through textbooks and writing notes. They looked stressed, and I felt some sympathy for them. I remembered all the late nights and cups of coffee I had gone through to prepare.

Let's go back to the main business of the day as I wouldn't want to waste my entire morning on things that wouldn't benefit me. Just then the memories of a senior colleague who happened to be of a great help and assistance during those hard times and how we had grown close while studying together.

Feeling inspired, I decided to talk to some students nearby. I walked over to a group at a table covered with books. “How’s the studying going?” I asked with a smile.

They looked surprised. One student admitted, “It’s overwhelming. This course feels impossible.”

I remembered those feelings from two years ago. “I know how you feel,” I said. “But it’s manageable. I got through it.” I shared some powerful mnemonics that will help them remember some important points, and I left them with some tips on staying organized and taking breaks. Their faces brightened, and soon they were laughing.

After a good chat, I wished them luck and went to my usual study spot. I didn’t get my favorite table, but I felt good for helping others who were facing the same challenges I once had.

As I opened my textbooks, I felt a boost of energy. I thought about how important it is to encourage each other. Today was about more than just my studying; it was about building a supportive community. With that in mind, I dove into my work, grateful for how far I had come.

Last year, I found myself in a situation that taught me a valuable lesson about self-worth. I had mustered up the courage to ask someone special out on a relationship, only to be rejected. But that wasn't the hardest part – it was what came after. She asked if we could just be friends, and I declined.

At first, it might seem harsh or prideful, but for me, it was a matter of self-respect. I knew that accepting her offer would have meant settling for something less than what I deserved. It would have been a compromise, a consolation prize.

But here's the thing: I'm not desperate. I'm not so eager to be in someone's life that I'll accept any terms. And I'm certainly not a coward who will hide in the friend zone, hoping that someday things might change.

Men, like fine wine, only get better with age. But sometimes, we forget our own worth. We settle for less, we compromise, and we lose sight of what we truly deserve.

I've had no regrets about my decision. In fact, it's been liberating. Since then, she's tried to reach out, but I haven't looked back. Why? Because I know my worth. I know that I deserve someone who wants me for who I am, without conditions or compromises.

So, to all the men out there, remember this: you are worthy of love, respect, and happiness. Don't settle for anything less. Don't be afraid to walk away from something that doesn't serve you. And never, ever forget your own worth.

On my birthday, all I really wanted was to stay home, cook some nice meals, and enjoy myself in peace. But school had other plans for me. They scheduled three classes on the same day, leaving me no choice but to spend my special day on campus. It wasn’t the kind of birthday I had hoped for, but I had to make the best of it.

The day was tiring and stressful as I moved from one class to the next, barely having time to even think about my birthday. I couldn’t celebrate the way I wanted, but what made it better was the thoughtfulness of people around me. Friends and loved ones called and sent messages, reminding me that I was still being celebrated, even in the middle of my busy day.

Though it wasn’t the celebration I had imagined, I felt grateful for the people who took the time to wish me well. Their kind words and messages helped me get through the day, and despite the stress, I still found a reason to smile.

The first time I moved into the hostel, I never once considered that people could be so mean and cruel. After washing my clothes, I approached the public line to hang them up, only to find that all the lines were occupied, leaving no space for my things.

As I touched some of the clothes already hanging there, I realized they were dry. I decided to carefully move them to one side to create some space. I stacked the dry clothes neatly and spread out my new uniform, my selection of white shirts on the line I had just cleared for myself.

I felt a sense of happiness and satisfaction once I was done. However, when I went inside and returned two hours later, I was shocked to see my clothes and white shirts lying on the ground. Someone had taken the clothes I had moved aside and thrown my garments onto the ground. I was deeply disappointed.

From that day henceforth, I usually woke up very early each time that I wanted to wash my clothes with the lines free at that time of the morning.

This morning’s exam was nothing short of chaos. The lecturer in charge wasn’t from our department, and we’d already heard he had a tough character. Before he arrived, our department’s staff had done a good job arranging the seats and briefing us. Everyone was ready to begin when he finally walked in, and that’s when the drama started.

He got into a heated argument with the other lecturers, claiming we weren’t supposed to take the exam. For several minutes, we just sat there, watching them exchange words. Finally, he handed over the envelope with the question papers, but not without a condition, he announced that we must sit one person per seat. His instruction immediately messed up the seating arrangement, and students were moving around trying to figure out where to sit.

Frustrated with the confusion, the man completely lost his cool. He grabbed the question papers, stormed out of the hall, and left us all in shock. Some of us laughed while others were just confused.

After what felt like forever, he returned. He looked calmer and began distributing the question papers without saying much. We finally got to write the exam.

To the Glory of God the Father ,the Son, and the Holy Spirit. I am your Beloved brother Victor saved by God's Grace from Cultism to Christ.

Some years ago after completing my secondary school certificate examination ssce, i fortunately gained admission into a federal university in Enugu State University, Nigeria after my family refused me attaining NDA Kaduna due to the death of a Colonel's son. It was a moment I have been waiting to see myself in the higher institution some day because my dream was to get an opportunity to achieve my desired goal in life.
It was a time to choose a career for myself in other to exploit and make the whole family proud. The ego of now been a university student was also there knowing well that their are some of my mates who are still seeking for admission.
Little did i realize until I was a victim that the campus is more of frivolities and evil engagements that can change a person's good focus into living a life that doesn't care about the future. I was already into a close friendship with a boy called Ezenwabefore I noticed he is a member of a secret cult. On many occasion we have been going out together to attend parties and bear joints.
Sometimes we spend the whole night browsing in cafés to practice crypto transactions . We spend many times in Smoking Cigarettes with alcohol alongside to fornicate with ladies.
This continued for long until a particular night one of them got annoyed with me for carelessly mentioning a slang that belongs to the cult group.
This matter was so serious that I was reported to their leaders and summoned for a dialogue to come and join the cult group otherwise i will continue to be threatened.
So my co-sinner friend Ezenwa came to speak with me and advised me that joining the cult group will be the best option for me if i want quick relief from this people.
But i never knew that there are some stupid decisions that can ruin a person's life in a seconds. And there are some careless choices that can re-arrange a person's career into a low quality of life.
After much persuasion ,I choose to join the cult and initiation was conducted on a day not disclosed to us because we are two that was initiated the same day into the cult group. We were told to off our clothes and lie down facing the ground inside the jungle.
What followed next was a severe continuous beating and torture with harmful objects for over an hour.
The initiation process was extremely dangerous and life threatening in fact, I was told that some might not make it out of the jungle alive and that's why the initiation day was undisclosed to us.
Meaning that if anyone had died during the initiation his/her corps will just be dumped somewhere and will not be easily traced to them no matter how.
We were made to crawl naked in a devil's passage formed by the existing members that were present at our initiation.
After that ,i was given a moulded substance that looked like an egg to swallow alongside with some other things that space/time couldn't allow me to write all here. I was also told to recite a compulsory pledge of allegiance to the cult ,devoting my life with an oath that I'll be faithful and will never renounce my membership otherwise, I should bear the consequence.
Believe me that their is no greater consequence to be compared with the one Sinners who died in their Sins without Repentance will face in Hell-fire for rejecting the saviour Jesus Christ.
After I recited the pledge and took the oath, I was then given a new name and told to check mine in the dictionary which happened to be a name of an animal .
Imagine!!!
Living a life of an animal is what next after a semi- experience of hell in the jungle.
That is why major society criminal acts can easily be linked with secret cult members such as; Kidnapping, Sexual assault, Armed robbery, Hard drugs, Intimidation of others,Fraudulence, etc.. And other related animal behaviors.
Some of the foolish reasons why many students joined cult groups are
#Quest for recognition & Popularity
#Quest for power and search for Protection
# License to oppress & to revenge
# Desire for Social competition and other unreasonable things.
I have come to discover that stupid decisions are decisions with a very little or no gain but always with a colossal negative consequence of life.
"For What Shall it Profit a Man If he shall gain the whole World and loses his own Soul " Mark 8:36.
The Bible is saying that even to gain the whole world at the expense of the Salvation of your Soul is a Loss to your entire lifetime.
And the greatest evil that can endanger your poor soul is to care for it outside Jesus Christ . So even if you're not a Cultist but just a common Sinner not saved yet, then you're the greatest enemy of your soul if you die in such pitiful situation.
After i managed to survive the initiation process I became so desperate for power and seeking more charms because of interfraternity clashes that is common between rival cult groups.
There are hundreds of cult groups in this nation that Satan has been using as a medium to unleash blood shed within and outside campus environment. Eg.Klu Klux Klan(KKK) , Knight- Cadet, Neo , Aloras, Pirates, Temple of Eden, Eyes, Daughters of Jezebel, Black bras, Blue Angels, Red fishes, Buccaneers, Greenish fraternity etc...
Satan has angrily programmed a scheme of destruction for the careless Youths that will reject Christ in this Endtime.
Please if you're a youth and you're reading this, do not be deceived to continue in your sins because the Enemy of your Soul is too violent and working tirelessly on how he could send you to Hell before you repent. And you could be Satan's victim as long as you're living in Sin not necessarily until you're a secret cult member.
"Be Sober, be vigilant ; because of your adversary the devil ,as a roaring lion ,walketh about, seeking for whom he may devour:" 1peter 5:8
So I was introduced to an herbalist who promised to help me get some powers for personal safety but his first dealing with me was so hard because he gave me 3 tiger razor blade with some powdered concoction to chew and swallow. I did it under a fearful compulsion alongside with some other terrible things because i was indeed seeking for powers.
Dear reader, did you know that with all this things I still lack inner peace because I was not walking in the path of God for my life.
The true and reliable power comes from God alone through Jesus Christ the Saviour. Only in Him you can find Salvation and Safety for your Soul .
Neither is their salvation in any other for there is none other name under heaven given among men ,whereby we must be saved" Acts 4:12
Part 2 of another opportunity loading.

I called my mother about five days ago to relate to her about my supervisor and how he has been incompetent and very wicked concerning our seminar differences. I had come to my mum, and she promised to take action about it. Well, first, she went to the prayer house and collected some Bible verses.

She was determined to pray for me and my situation, believing that divine intervention could help turn things around. My mother went on to share the verses with me, encouraging me to meditate on them and trust that things would improve. She always had a way of uplifting my spirits.

In the following days, I noticed a slight shift in my supervisor's behavior. While I wouldn't say he completely changed overnight, there were moments when he seemed less critical and more open to dialogue. I continued to follow my mother’s advice, praying and holding onto hope.

But I also knew I had to take some proactive steps. I started preparing for the seminar more diligently, gathering my materials and reviewing my presentations. I wanted to be well-prepared, not only to impress my supervisor but also to prove to myself that I could rise above the challenges.

My supervisor call me just some days ago, apologizing for how things had gone and a possible solution to it.
It was just a miracle! And prayers can never be overrated.

I was very tired after my lectures in the evening, and began walking back home when I met our university security officer, quarrelling with a certain guy in front of the university's sport field, to the extent that they almost exchanged blows. As tired as I was, I was forced to stop and asked what the problem was. The field has a tennis court, basket ball court, football field, and an enough space for leisure and sitout. They were the only ones there.

The guy was about entering the field to have his quiet time, as there was no one else there. The security officer walked up to him and yelled at him to leave the field, the guy picked offense at the harsh behavior from the security officer. The guy told the security officer that he is a student, and asked why he's not allowed to enter the field, the security officer continued his reply in harsh and offensive tone, refusing to give the guy a reason.

This ignited the quarrel that almost led to exchange of fist blows. The field was restricted from student's access, no one was allowed to enter there, that's because a student was raped and killed there last semester, in the dark evening. So since then, the school authority banned everyone from going there, the guy had just returned from his Industrial Training (IT), so he didn't know about it. The security officer was bent on being rude to the guy, other than nicely explaining to the guy.

I explained to the guy why the field was restricted, he was okay with it, but still pissed off at how the security officer talked to him, he didn't know because he wasn't around. The security officer mellowed down after realizing that the guy wasn't around, he apologized to the guy for being harsh to him. The guy accepted the apology and went his way, it was a small issue, but have the potentials of escalating to something very big. The security officer should have been nice in his approach.

The two of them almost fought, if not that I intervened, something a little nice and soft approach would have handled nicely. The security officer was doing his job, but the manner he went about it was offensive. Words have ways of hurting people very deeply, especially when the person is passing through tough times, some sweet words will go a long way in healing the person a bit. No matter the circumstance, the first manner of approach should be gentle and nice, else, you risk sparking a fight that should have never been.