Mindviewers Stories

It was just three days until our next exam, and I decided to go get a haircut. A friend of mine decided to accompany me, so we went together. When we arrived at the barbershop, there was blaring music that made the atmosphere lively and entertaining. The place was well lit with white walls, creating an alluring sight.

The barbers had two other customers who were already seated and getting their haircuts. We took a seat on a comfortable sofa while we waited for our turn. The sofa was so cozy that you could easily fall asleep on it. There was even a charging socket nearby, so you could plug in your phone while waiting.

My friend and I were having fun, chatting and laughing until it was finally my turn. I left my phone on the couch and walked over to the barber’s chair. He greeted me with a friendly smile and started trimming my hair, engaging in light conversation as he worked. I could see my friend occasionally glancing at his phone, and the upbeat music provided a great backdrop to our experience.

As I relaxed in the chair, I felt a sense of relief from the upcoming exam stress. Once the haircut was finished, I looked in the mirror and felt a wave of confidence wash over me.

When I returned to the sofa, I reached for my phone, only to find it missing. A knot of anxiety formed in my stomach. “Hey, have you seen my phone?” I asked my friend, who looked up with a puzzled expression.

searching his face to see if he was tricking me, maybe hiding my phone just to get me anxious. But he looked so innocent, wearing a genuinely bewildered expression. Even so, I couldn't help but pester him. “Come on, just bring out the phone so I can pay for the haircut, and then we can get going,” I insisted.

He stood firm, adamantly denying that he had taken my phone. After some back-and-forth, with hesitations and arguments, it became increasingly clear that he truly hadn’t touched it. My heart sank as I realized the worst: my phone was actually gone. It had been stolen.

I felt a wave of panic wash over me. I took a deep breath and made my way back to the barber. “Excuse me,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady, “I think my phone has been stolen. Did anyone see anything?”

Unfortunately, the barber's response was far from reassuring. He couldn't provide me with any reasonable or responsible reply. I could see he was busy, but the lack of help was disheartening. In that moment, a heavy sense of loss settled in. I knew I had lost something tangible, something that held not just value but many of my personal memories and contacts. I could already feel the dread creeping in, knowing there was no way I would be getting it back.

A man was contacted by a foreign number one day with an offer for a job that promised he could earn 100,000 naira daily. It sounded too good to be true, but out of curiosity, he decided to give it a try. The task was simple; just liking photos online and after completing a few tasks, he was paid 1,500 naira. Feeling encouraged, he thought maybe this was a genuine opportunity.

The next day, the people behind the foreign number introduced him to something more exciting: a money-doubling scheme. Tempted, he decided to try it out with 12,000 naira. To his surprise, he received 25,000 naira in return. It seemed legit, and he started to trust the process.

On the third day, things changed. The group announced that the minimum investment had been raised to 30,000, 50,000, or even 100,000 naira. Greed got the better of him, and he decided to invest 30,000 naira, hoping for even bigger returns. But this time, after sending the money, he was removed from the group. The foreign number stopped responding, and it became clear he had been scammed.

A man was hired to paint a boat. With his paint, brushes, and a steady hand, he began coating the boat in a vibrant red, as the owner had requested. As he worked, he noticed a small hole in the hull, barely noticeable to the untrained eye. Without saying a word, he repaired it, considering it part of his job.

Once he finished painting, the owner paid him, and the man left, content with his day's work. The next morning, however, the owner returned, holding a check far more generous than what was owed for the painting.

Surprised, the painter asked, "Sir, you've already paid me for the paint job. What is this for?"

The owner smiled and said, "This isn’t for the painting. It’s for fixing the hole in the boat."

The painter, puzzled, replied, "But that was such a small thing—certainly not worth this amount."

"My friend, you don’t understand," the owner began. "When I asked you to paint the boat, I didn’t even remember about the hole myself. After you finished and the paint dried, my children took the boat out on a fishing trip without telling me. I was away, and when I got home, I was horrified to realize they had gone out in a boat with a hole in the hull."

The painter listened intently as the man continued, his voice now thick with emotion.

"I was terrified, thinking they might never return. But when they came back safely, I rushed to check the boat and found that you had repaired the hole. You didn’t just fix a boat—you saved my children’s lives. That’s something I can never fully repay."

The painter stood silent, absorbing the weight of the man’s words.

The owner added softly, "Sometimes, the smallest gestures can have the greatest impact. What seemed insignificant to you meant the world to me."

In life, we may unknowingly fix many “holes” for others—offering help, mending hearts, or simply being there when needed. We often don't realize how much those small actions can mean to someone else.

You never know when your quiet kindness might save a life. Keep helping, keep caring, for the world needs more boat painters.

About two weeks ago, I bought a shampoo that I wasn't familiar with. I didn’t have much information about it in terms of hair conditioning, but when I saw it, I asked the seller for recommendations. She assured me it was of high quality, so I decided to take it home and try something new. Usually, I don’t buy products that I don’t trust or haven’t used before because they often lead to problems. However, this time, I thought it would be a good idea to experiment and hoped it could become a recommendation for others.

At first, my hair felt nice after using the shampoo. It had been dry and lacking life, but it seemed to improve after the wash. Unfortunately, just two days later, my hair started to fall out rapidly. I noticed it especially when combing my hair and felt the strands slip through my fingers.

Panicking about my hair, I called my sister, who is passionate about cosmetics and hair products. She suggested a simple remedy: the water extracted from parboiling rice. I was skeptical, but I decided to give it a try. I used it once, then again, and my hair looked better than it had in a long time.

Initially, I didn’t want to give any credit to the conditioner, but now I wonder if using the conditioner along with the water from parboiled rice might really be the secret. For those who know, I think the water from parboiled rice works wonders for hair.

After spending Christmas with my parents, I returned to Lagos, and as expected, January came with ridiculous price hikes. But this time, it was unbearable. At the market, onions were being sold as if they were gold. I begged the woman selling them, hoping to get a fair deal, but she refused to budge. I finally managed to buy just one onion and moved on, hoping the other things I needed wouldn’t be as bad.

When I asked for vegetable leaves, the seller handed me a tiny bundle and said it was ₦500. Normally, that same bundle, with more leaves, would have cost around ₦200. I couldn’t believe it. Everything just felt upside down. It was like every seller had decided to double their prices overnight. I thought about all the meals I had planned, and it hit me that cooking in Lagos had become a luxury.

To make things worse, the gas cylinder I had just filled felt like a complete waste of money. What’s the use of gas when there’s hardly anything to cook? Frustrated, I dropped everything I had planned to buy and settled for a loaf of bread. It wasn’t what I wanted, but it was all I could afford.

I got a new phone over the last two weeks, and I enjoyed using it. I wasn't sure about the system UI and other features of the phone at first, but it turned out to be very nice. It has good RAM and good ROM, and its processing unit is top-notch.

I liked everything about the phone except for three things. First, the battery doesn't last as long as those of Infinix and Redmi phones. The other thing was that it heated up a little bit when I multitasked on the phone. The third thing, which is the most frustrating for me, is that I couldn't find a protective pouch for the phone. Even the screen guard isn't available in the market; they say the edition of the phone is limited. I bought this phone at a high price, and I can't risk it falling to the ground.

Since the phone and its spare parts aren't available anywhere near this market, I find it hard to be truly happy about getting a new phone. If anything happens to my phone’s screen or the touchpad, I’ll be spending a lot.

With prices having doubled, ordering parts online from branches or headquarters in Lagos will cost me a significant amount—approximately 30% of the phone's price and I’m not willing to take that risk again. I’ve already invested a lot in buying the phone, and I don’t feel that I should spend more if anything goes wrong with it. Besides, I simply don’t have the money for that.

People can be very funny and deceiving. I was to travel today, so on reaching the park, I chose a bus and a seat where I wanted to sit during the journey.
To save my spot, I dropped my bag on the seat, my particular favorite position. Some minutes later, I stepped out to grab a few things that I needed for the travel. When I returned, I realized a man had taken my seat.

I confronted him and politely asked him to humbly find another seat, explaining that I had saved the seat with my bag. But he wouldn’t budge. He insisted he didn’t see any bag there and told me to find another place to sit.

I’m a person who doesn’t like violence, so I decided to just let it go and to collect my bag. I moved to another seat, thinking it was best to avoid conflict. Suddenly, the man interpreted my action as if I was being violent, as if I was blackmailing him to leave the seat, even though I had been respectful and had clearly left my bag there.

I smiled at him and said, “Feel free to enjoy the seat.” With that, I picked up my bag and made my way to a different spot. It was a strange encounter that only left me puzzled how a man of that age will argue something that petty.

We wanted to buy some fireworks for the New Year. Usually, during the New Year, we always launch fireworks in our compound to make it a memorable time. So, we went for a short market trip to get these fireworks about a day before the New Year celebration. I went there with my friend, he was more like a brother. He's my friend, not in any way related, but we were like brothers though.

We arrived at the market with a budgeted amount, hoping that even if prices had gone up, it wouldn't exceed what we had. We were prepared for the costs, but then we were surprised and shocked when we got to the market and realized it wasn't the case at all.

It was as if we were watching movie when the seller called out an outrageous price for just one firework. I looked him in the eye, watching his lips as he mouthed the amount he intended to sell those fireworks for. I tried to negotiate with him, but he insisted it was a fixed price. At that moment, we couldn't help but think he was trying to scam us; fireworks shouldn't cost that much.

Determined to find a better deal, we trekked down to another shop that sold fireworks and other items. To our shock, the prices there were even higher than what the first seller had stated.
With our budget now stretched, we decided it was time to rethink our plans. Instead of buying four fireworks as we had initially intended, we concluded we would only get two, and even that would leave us with little money left. It was a tough decision, but we wanted to make sure we could still enjoy the celebration in some way.

There was this pair of shoes I saw online and wanted to gift myself. I had saved some money for it, and let me tell you about the amount. I bought them for #22,000. They were Nike shoes, a style I knew would suit me perfectly. I had already picked my shoe size and submitted the order to an online vendor.

Now, I don’t know why, but online vendors usually disappoint me. However, I gave my details to this particular vendor because she came highly recommended. A friend of mine had prescribed her for me, so I trusted her. I was excited to patronize her after seeing the exact shoes that I desired and would love to wear for one celebration like that.

I had planned to go somewhere special with these shoes, and they matched my dress code perfectly for the occasion. Two days passed without any delivery from the vendor, and I began to worry. I thought to myself, What if I don’t receive the shoes in time for the celebration?.
I realized I needed to seek for a refund before things gets out of hand and already I have my money back.

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I had gone back to the tailor who sewed one of the most disappointing clothes I had ever seen in my life. I returned to her shop about two days ago, and you wouldn't believe what I saw there. I noticed what I call top notch fashion dress. It was so goodlooking, and beautiful that I couldn't take my eyes off it. At first, I didn't even realize it was mine, but I recognized the material immediately.

Many thoughts were running through my mind, and I wondered whether it was still the same tailor who had sewn something so rubbish the last time I visited now creating something so beautiful. I decided to first meet the tailor and ask her about it.

When I finally confirmed that it was my clothing, I was filled with joy. I didn’t even know how to express myself, especially since the last time I had come, I vented my anger and showed her how disappointed I was. But this time, I didn't know how to react. I felt disappointment from the past and happiness from what I was seeing hanging before me.

She understood immediately that she had done a nice job, so she smiled and told me to try the cloth on. I put on the cloth, and it was a perfect fit. Not only was it a perfect fit, my waistline showed, and I admired myself in the mirror for several minutes until she was begging me to take it off so she could iron it before I took it. Well, I took it off, and then she ironed it. I paid her a tip, you know, an extra tip for the work, and everyone was happy. This is what I expected, not the other garbage.

Today, I attended a wedding for the first time in two years. It felt refreshing and different because everything about the process seemed new to me. From the exchange of vows to the prayers, the entire ceremony was a learning experience. We danced with the couple, gave offerings, and celebrated their union in the church.

After the church service, we moved to the reception, which was in a building just next to the church. The hall was well-decorated, and everyone seemed excited to continue the celebration. Drinks were soon distributed, and that’s when things took an unexpected turn. To my surprise, the main drink being served was beer. I couldn’t believe it. Just a few moments ago, we were praying and celebrating in a sacred space, and now beer was the drink of the occasion.

What shocked me the most was the way the drinks were being shared. A man sitting beside me was almost forced to take a bottle of beer even after politely refusing. The person sharing the drinks told him, “This is not the church,” as if that justified the behavior. The man boldly declined again, clearly uncomfortable with the pressure. It seemed like there was no regard for God and the occasion we had just witnessed in the church.

It was heartbreaking to see how quickly people could switch from a place of worship to such casual disregard for the values we were celebrating. I left the event disappointed.

I was in the market to get some gadgets. My mother had sent me on a mission to help her pick up a few items. As I entered the market, I wasn’t expecting the kind of crowd I saw inside. It was just too many people blocking the way; the entrance was packed, and everywhere felt crowded. To maneuver just a short distance, one will have to push almost for an hour.

As I made my way through the bustling crowd, I overheard a vendor enthusiastically demonstrating a new gadget. "This one has the best camera!" he exclaimed, showcasing a sleek phone. I paused for a moment, intrigued, and made a mental note to check it out later.

Continuing on, I noticed a group of friends gathered around a booth, laughing and sharing their finds as they picked goodlooking cloths from a cloth stand. The seller was calling out a cheap price for each and i was almost tempted to go check for my sizes, but I hadnt come out with my own money, I needed to find what my mother wanted and get home before it got too late.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I reached a store that had everything on my mother’s list. I picked up a few gadgets, my arms now full, and began to make my way back through the market, another hour of struggling through the crowd.

As I left the market, I couldn’t help but wonder if I ever behold such number of people in any market before

It had been about three weeks since I gave the tailor some fabric to sew a perfect outfit for my ASOEBI demonstration. I had been eagerly waiting for the day she promised I could come and pick up the clothing.

When I arrived at her shop, I was relieved to see that she had already completed the garments. However, as I looked closely, I realized that the clothes did not resemble the design and style I had selected. Trying to keep an open mind, I decided to try the outfit on before voicing my concerns.

As I put on the clothes, I was sad and disappointed. I felt as if I looked like a baby in diapers. The fit was completely off, and I couldn’t understand how, after all this time, she could present something manageable.what she presented was far from satisfactory. It was evident that she had rushed the sewing process, which caused the clothing to turn out poorly.
After realizing her mistakes, she begged that I return a week later to check on the adjustments.

I reminded myself that this tailor wasn’t incompetent; I had seen her previous work, and she had never let me down before. This wasn’t the first time I had entrusted her with making my clothes, so let me give her another chance to regain my trust.

Today started like any other day. I left my house, excited about a business deal I had been preparing for. My shop was waiting for me, and I was eager to get to work.

On my way, my client called. “I’m on my way,” I told him. I was looking forward to meeting him because this deal could really help my business. We met at the site and we talked about our ideas. The conversation went well, and by the end, I felt good about what we had planned. My client seemed happy too.

But as I got ready to leave, I suddenly realized I couldn’t find my shop key. I checked my pockets and my bag, but it was nowhere to be found. I had always been careful with that key, so I was really surprised and worried.

For about half an hour, I searched everywhere. I retraced my steps, looking on the floor and around the site. I felt frustrated and a bit defeated. What was I going to do if I couldn’t get into my shop?

Finally, I decided to head to my shop, feeling down. When I got there, I noticed something strange. The padlock was locked, but the key was still in it! I had locked the padlock without taking the key out. It was such a simple mistake, but it had caused me so much stress.

I felt a wave of relief wash over me, and I couldn’t help but laugh at how silly I had been. What I thought was a disaster turned out to be a small mistake. I unlocked the door, stepped inside my shop, and felt grateful for the day. Sometimes, unexpected things happen, and they can teach us valuable lessons.

I went to the market today with my friends to retrieve my phone. This phone was particularly important to me because I had saved up five crucial emails on it, which I submitted for an online work application. I even drafted an email to resume work before the phone began to malfunction unexpectedly, getting stuck on the Samsung Galaxy interface and not progressing past that point. No matter what I tried, it just wouldn’t boot up properly.

My friends were incredibly supportive during this ordeal. They encouraged me to keep seeking help, taking me to various experts in the market in hopes that we could find a solution to the problem. Despite their efforts, as the day went on, I began to feel more and more disheartened.

In the end, after numerous attempts and consultations, we came to the last resort: claiming the phone, but I felt very bad because I didn’t succeed in preserving my important emails. I had started the day in a cheerful mood, but by the end, I was left feeling defeated, knowing that I had lost something so significant.

So, I got a very bad haircut from one barber like that. I can’t tell exactly what was wrong with his hands, but he messed up my hair in a way that made me question if he was even trained. Discovering this fact, he tried to correct it but ended up making it even worse! He kept thumping on my head nervously, his hands shaking as he tried to fix the disaster he had created.

The chairs in the barbershop was under pressure, suffering under the weight of my anxiety as I watched chunks of hair fall around me.
After what felt like an eternity, he stepped back and proudly proclaimed, “The end of III world war"

I looked in the mirror and could barely recognize myself! It was as if my hair had been attacked by.. What's the name of that machine that they use to cut grass?

The other customers in the shop tried to control their laughter, but I saw right through their eyes and couldn’t help but join in. As I paid the barber and left, I vowed to never take my regular barber for granted again.

I branched along the market to buy a face cap that would cover my shame—my hair looked like it had just survived a crash. Well, I bought the cap, put it on, and started walking majestically. At least the side of my hair that showed was somewhat manageable, unlike my hairline at the forehead.

But then, unfortunately, as I was passing by a group of girls, I noticed a familiar face among them. She reached out to me for a handshake, and as she drew closer for a hug, she mistakenly knocked off my cap! The girls erupted into horrid laughter that left me in shock. But I still managed to comport myself.

was in an electronics shop today because I needed to replace my phone charger, which was damaged by high current. The shop was filled with customers and cost me to spend longer time. As I walked down the lined with various electronics, the owner of the shop called me over to help. After looking at a few options, I decided to buy a new charger.

I had heard funny stories about cheap chargers causing issues, so I opted for the higher-priced one. It was 5500 Naira, but they assured me it was worth the investment because it charged more efficiently and was designed to last. They also had a 3000 Naira option, but I wanted something reliable.
When i got back home, I plugged in the new charger to test it out and it was working fine, it charged my phone as fast as I had hoped too.

I left the phone to charge and went out, When I returned home later, I checked my phone and was happy to see it was already fully charged. I picked it up to use it for a bit but when the battery level dropped, I plugged it back in to charge, but when I picked up the phone from my bed, I noticed something troubling. The wire was shaky and didn't seem to fit the charging hole. It really offended me, something that I thought I had made a wise investment.

I shook the cord a bit, feeling frustrated that I had to deal with this already. As a last resort, I wrapped the cable around my phone and that was finally when it began charging again.

It was my first time visiting a five-star hotel. I had always heard about all this big five-star hotels from distant friends or seen them in movies, but about two days ago, I finally had the chance to go with my friends to a particular hotel. They served some exquisite French dishes and various foreign foods that I had never encountered before since wey dey born me.

Out of curiosity, I decided to try the prawns. I later learned they were actually giant crayfish, but I am sure what to call them, the name is nowhere to be rembered in my head. I went for the giant prawns, thinking they would be thick and crispy and dry like the normal crayfish, but to my surprise, they were incredibly soft and fresh with a life changing taste.

They tasted just like fried fish, but even better, and I loved every single bite of them. The accompanying stew was fantastic, seasoned perfectly with just the right amount of salt and spices. It was my first experience tasting foreign foods, and I still can’t remember what it was called, but it left a lasting impression on me.

I just remembered it's name- SHRIMPS!
I had to pay some several notes of 1k but then my greedy friends who opted for more sumptuous meals have better explaining to do.

I went to a cafeteria to buy some fries, my favorite snack. I was really excited to finally get to the front of the line, but then I opened my Wema bank app to make a transfer and it kept saying "error in transaction." I felt so frustrated!

While I stood there, I could see all kinds of delicious fries being served. The smell made my mouth water, but I couldn't buy any because my bank was giving me trouble. I had to step aside from the queue, while others continued to get their food.

I waited for about 10 minutes, hoping my bank would start working again. Finally, I was able to make the transfer! But when I tried to go back to the queue, I realized I couldn't just jump in. I had to wait until someone let me back in.

It was a little annoying, but in the end, I got my fries and It was worth the wait, and I learned to always check if my bank is working before I go out.

After that event, I hardly stand or wait to purchase anything outside without first testing if my bank is working fine

I saw a picture of two pairs of shoes that looked really cool. They caught my eye right away! I was so curious that I decided to investigate them further. I looked up information online to see if they were good quality. I found out that many people said they loved the shoes and that they were really good.

So, I decided to buy them! I found out that they cost a bit more than if I went to the store, but I was excited. When the shoes arrived, I was really happy with how they looked. I checked them carefully, and the quality seemed good.

But when I wore the shoes for the first time, something strange happened. With each step I took, I noticed that the bottom, or sole, of the shoe started to break. It felt like the sole was wearing out very quickly, and I was disappointed.

I couldn't believe my eyes when I discovered that the sole of the shoe was wearing out. So I took it to a shoe man to examine what exactly was the cause of the problem, whether it's just the nature of the shoe or just the way it's supposed to be. So he confirmed that the heel was expired and I would need to change it into a new one. Remember, this is a foreign product, you know how costly buying their parts were.