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I was walking slowly, trying my best to avoid getting dust on my shoes. I was very conscious of each step I took, carefully watching where I placed my feet. That’s when I noticed something unusual tucked between the dirt on the ground—a wallet.

At first, I thought about just passing by, but when I took a closer look, I saw that the wallet contained some valuables. My eyes widened as I spotted a few 3000 Naira notes peeking out from it. Just then, I remembered the stories I had heard about Christmas time—rumors that warned about people disappearing after picking up things they found on the ground during this holiday season.

I hesitated, debating whether to pick it up or not. But then a different thought crossed my mind. What if the person who lost this wallet was in urgent need of it? If it ended up in the wrong hands, they could lose everything valuable they had.

Quickly said some words of prayer and picked it up. Nothing happened. I was waiting to disappear or evaporate or rather turn into a yam, but I didn't. So I picked up the wallet and dropped it off at the security post that was nearby. But before I dropped it off, I checked inside the wallet and realized that there was about more than 12000 Naira inside. I also found some ID. I wanted to call the police, but I was running late for school, so I just had to drop it off with the security.

On my way back, I met with the security man, and he told me he hadn't done anything about the wallet and no one had questioned him. I collected the wallet and contacted the details on the ID.

The voice that echoed at the other end of the line echoed slowly. Whoever picked the call was either too tired or sick.
After I identified his name, I broke the news of having found his property and you won't believe what came back to life...
... Suddenly, I heard him shout over the phone, his voice had life in it now and I could imagine him jumping in joy.

I travelled somewhere by mini bus and got into a serious hold up that kept me there for over thirty minutes. The road was under construction, so the hold up was really much, one of the most intensed I've ever seen. I had no other option than to spend the moment looking around, observing how people were moving up and down, with all amount of seriousness. I'm happy I wasn't in a hurry or rushing to anywhere.

We slowly moved and stopped in front of a market, and I saw how ticket collectors were harassing a woman because she hasn't paid for her ticket. They seized the woman's property, the woman was literally lamenting and begging them that she just came to the market and hasn't sold anything yet, and she only has 50 naira in her bag. The ticket fee was only 100 naira, but truly the woman didn't have it, she showed them her handbag.

The woman was almost crying, but the ticket collectors had made up their minds already. I sat close to the window, so I gestured to the woman to come close, I gave the woman some money to pay them and get her things back. The woman happily got her things back, the smile on her face was everything for me, somebody's mother made to beg people that could probably be younger than her children, not fair. I discovered she was hawking sliced pineapples, not worth so much money, why didn't the ticket collectors let her go? so I thought to myself.

As the cars began to move, we soon stopped at another spot where I saw army officers trying to ease the hold up, I admired how one of them dressed, so I smiled and waved at him. Initially I wanted to be a soldier when I was a kid, but it didn't just work out because of the nature of the country. Just when the soldier was about to talk to me, the mini bus moved to take the space in front so that another car won't step in, hold up wahala. The army officer got angry at the driver, and warned him not to try it ever again. He asked me how I'm doing and where I'm headed which I replied, he then told me "till another time, okay?". I was happy talking to the officer, and today I even thought of going back there to check if I'll find him. Such a hold up unfoldings.

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.

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.

Emma's family had a dog named Bobby, a very jovial and happy pet which liked to snuggle up to people.
Remembering the day he was brought into our home: we were so happy that I and my brother couldn't wait to show him off to our friends. It felt heavenly to have Bobby around.

We do feed him all sought of food, there was no exact meal time, we usually threw a piece of whatever we were eating. On one occassion, i had mistakenly wanted to throw a bone to him but ended up throwing the big chunk of meat that I had together with the bone and funny enough, I had wanted to save the chunk but the dog won, aiming for the fleshy meat first before the bone. This was the beginning of our battles.

One day, I was playing with the dog I didn't know the kind of evil spirit that entered me, I felt so comfortable with Bobby that I grabbed the dog's penis very tightly and playfully, but then..

I was on the floor the next minute wailing out my throat, I had received a bite on my arm.
I was shouting on top of my voice (like a baby denied of breast). Yet the dog's firm grip was still deep in my arm and as soon as it released, I dashed out running for my life!

Dad came back and gave me the whooping of my life and later took me to a pharmacy to get an anti-tetanus injection. It was indeed an unforgettable experience 😂 😂😂😂

I used to love music to the extent that everyday, I always made sure that I had the latest released music on my phone.
But as I grew older, I stopped listening to music as much I used to, and I missed it.
Today I felt like bringing back that my lost old self so I grabbed my phone and opened my Opera Mini browser to searched for my favorite singers, like Davido and Rema. I found their new songs.
I was not so impressed with their new released but my better happiness came from the point that I am among the first set of people to have the song on my phone.
After enjoying their afro-pop songs, I wanted something different. I searched for artists like Mercy Chinwo, Don Moen, and Frank Edward, hoping to find uplifting songs about faith and happiness. Unfortunately, I only found a few new tracks. I felt disappointed but listened to what I had by the way.
I think I prefer Chinwo's to all the songs that I downloaded today.

Yesterday, I decided to treat myself to a nice Sunday meal, something I rarely do. I headed to the market to gather all the ingredients I needed. However, my experience was not so good when I encountered a market seller who really tested my patience. I wanted to transfer 200 naira for my purchase and collect cash to buy some fufu, but she insisted that I send 250 naira. Apparently, the extra 50 naira was for her charge fee. I couldn’t believe it, especially since I had already spent over 4,000 naira there.

Despite my annoyance, I decided to overlook the situation and paid the 50 naira charge. It was frustrating, but I didn’t want to ruin my mood over it. After all, I was looking forward to enjoying my meal. Once I got home, I started preparing the ingredients. I sliced the okra, cooked the fish and beef, and in just a few minutes, my soup was ready.

Finally, I sat down to enjoy my meal, and let me tell you, it was worth all the effort. Each swallow was sweet, and the combination of the okra, fish, and beef was just perfect.
What made it even better was knowing that this meal would last for a few days. I could enjoy the leftovers and remind myself of the satisfying experience of making something delicious from scratch.

Back in my university days, there was one chaotic day I’ll never forget. A seminar class was announced early in the morning around 6am, but I was still fast asleep. When I woke up around 9:30, I realized the class was scheduled for 8:30. Instead of checking with anyone if the lecturer was there, I just started preparing desperately.

As I hurried out, my shirt got caught on the door and tore badly. I was frustrated, but I quickly threw on another shirt and rushed out. On my way, while trying to run, I hit my foot on a tree root. My big toe started bleeding, but I couldn’t stop, I just had to make it to class.

I finally arrived, only to find that the lecturer hadn’t even shown up. I waited an hour in pain and frustration. Then, our class rep called, saying the class was canceled.

Everyone was overjoyed by the news, but I was sitting there, feeling completely drained and annoyed by all the unnecessary stress.

I finally decided to join Telegram again after taking a break. The pressure from my friends who were making money from it was just too much, so I gave in. Everyone seemed to be cashing out from different airdrops and I didn’t want to miss out any longer.

Once I joined, one of my friends immediately sent me a bunch of links to upcoming airdrops. The list was long, and I felt overwhelmed. I had no idea how I was going to keep up with everything. I asked her how she managed to do this every single day without getting tired. She told me to let the money other people were making be my motivation.

After hearing that, I didn’t waste any more time. It became clear to me that I had been missing out for too long.

No more excuses. I will dedicate time every day to tapping on those links, participating in the airdrops, and doing whatever was necessary.
At this point, I’m fully committed. I’ll keep tapping, joining, and participating until I see that money in my account too 😹

In a small town situated among the hills, there was a school different from any other. This school opened its arm to students of all ages, from curious children to intelligent adults.

Every day, students gather in a sunny classroom where learning is more important than the lesson, learning is an adventure.The teacher, a woman with a mature and bright eyes, has a unique way of teaching. More than just talking, she encourages her students to explore, create, and discover tbings for themselves.

Some students pour themselves in the books and their thoughts grow with each page. Others loved to experiment, mix colorful liquids that bubbled and boiled. Among the students were also those that prefer to write and express their thoughts through vivid colors and shapes.

One lovely day a new student, a little girl named Lily, entered the classroom. She was shy and afraid that she will not be able to catch up with the rest. But as the days passed, she was lost to the joy of learning. She writes, reads, and tries her hands at tests.

One evening, when the sun was setting, the teacher gathered the students together and she pointed to the blackboard, where the words "Learning never Ends" were written in beautiful cursive. And she said with a warm smile "No matter how old we are, no matter how much we think we know, there is always something new to learn,".

Our journey never ends because we never stop learning.

Lily knew from that day that it was not how much she had, but how much she wanted to learn that really matters and there are plenty more things to learn and keep learning.

The classroom became more full of curiosity and creativity, as each student, young and old, embraces the endless journey of learning.

LEARNING NEVER ENDS

The sun rose early on August 1st, casting a gloomy shadow over the room where I slept. I, a hunchback boy now a man, lay in bed, my twisted spine aching with a familiar pain, as I stared blankly at the ceiling. Today was my 30th birthday, a milestone I had been dreading for weeks. I hated birthdays, not just because they reminded me of my physical deformity, but also because they highlighted my lack of accomplishments. While my peers had long since moved away, started families, and built successful careers, I remained stuck in this tiny house, with no job, and living with my aging father. As I slowly got out of bed, my hunched back making every movement a struggle, I felt a wave of sadness wash over me. What did I have to show for my life? Nothing but a string of failed dreams and unfulfilled potential. I thought of all the things I wanted to do but couldn't – travel, find love, make friends. I spent the day alone, wandering the empty streets, feeling like a failure. As the sun set, casting long shadows across the town, I returned home, my heart heavy with regret. I wondered if it was too late to change my life, to pursue my dreams, to find happiness. Or was I forever trapped in this prison of self doubt and sorrow? The silence of the night offered no answers, leaving me to face another year of uncertainty and longing.

There is this young guy living in the same compound with me, this is his first year in the university. He used to be a very devoted Catholic church member and this guy can quote scriptures very well, he has been reading his bible thoroughly to the extent that he can explain almost everything. He told us that he has a position in the church, and has invited me to his church many times, but I have always turned him down because I am also a devoted member in Salvation Ministries.

Everything suddenly changed just few months after this guy had admission into the university to study philosophy, he no longer believed that God existed, he stopped going to church and even said that heaven and hell does not exist. In philosophy, they taught them to believe that there is no God and that we came into existence by evolving from monkeys and apes. He believed all of this without any doubt, and this is somebody that can quote the scriptures extremely well.

People in the compound often argue with him on this matter and we try our best to tell him to ignore what they are being taught in philosophy, reminded him of how active he was in the things of God, and how he used to invite people to church, but his heart was hardened and he will reply by saying that the bible was written by a human being and that there is no evidence to confirm that it is true. What an unfortunate unfolds of events, somebody that was for God, now against God because of what he is taught in philosophy, I can never let my child study philosophy in the university.

I pray that god forgives him and reveals himself to him, because with the way he says that God doesn’t exist, if God wants to pour out his wrath on him, he will regret why he is studying philosophy. Currently, things have not been working out well for him; division in the family, the mother is in the hospital and his business has not been moving so well, we try to let him see how God can help him in all of this, but he will replying by saying that the worse should come on him instead of believing that there is God, heaven and hell. We’ve tried our best, and we have left him to his own fate, who knows if God is angry with him already.

I really feel overwhelmed by the three major tasks that have been weighing heavily on my mind. First and foremost, I have a critical exam waiting just three weeks away, and I still have a massive textbook to get through. The thought of it is intimidating.

Adding to my stress is the pressure from my client, who's been waiting for me to deliver a job that's long overdue. I can sense their frustration and anxiety, and it's only making me more anxious. I know I need to get it done, but somehow, time keeps slipping away.

But it's not just about work - my family is also on my mind. My sister's phone was stolen over two years ago, and I've been meaning to get her a new one ever since. As a job seeker, not having a phone can be a huge disadvantage. I feel terrible for not being able to get it done sooner.

Despite my best intentions, the week is ending, and I've only managed to scratch the surface of these tasks. It's disheartening to see how little progress I've made. I'm starting to worry that time is running out, and I might not be able to get everything done.

I know I need to stay focused and motivated, but it's hard when it feels like the tasks are piling up. I'm trying to prioritize, but each task seems equally important. I'm hoping for a miracle to happen before the month ends
Wish me the best my people 🙏🏽

Stylish in my well-ironed clothes, I boarded the bus, eager to get to my destination quickly. But little did I know, my journey was about to get twisted.

When the bus was full, it was time to leave, but it wouldn't start. I couldn't believe it. We were all stranded! The driver tried everything, but nothing seemed to work.
To my dismay, the driver asked us to help push the bus! I couldn't contain my disappointment. Me, in my nice clothes, pushing an old bus? It was almost too much to bear.

But, I didn't have a choice. I joined the others, and together we started pushing. I was worried about getting dirty and sweaty, but I knew I had to help.

As we pushed, the vehicle suddenly coughed back to life. We all cheered, and immediately, I jumped in.
Even though my fellow girls shyed away from pushing the bus, I didn't though I grudged initially.

At about 5:00pm on Tuesday evening of August 6, 2024.
I witnessed an accident that happened in front of my office at Epe-Lagos.
A young lad and a lady was riding thier ladies bike motorcycle without helmet. Suddenly a school bus that was conveying church members to camp ran into them.
The victims were lying half dead...thier heads and some other part of their body was seriously dislocated...the Nigeria police and some local vigilante group were all present at the scene of the accident.
The yellow school bus drove off immediately and didn't stop due to fear of the security forces present at the scene.
After about an hour of rescuing the victims and taking them to clinic for first aid, the local vigilante group decided to chase the yellow school bus/why the Nigeria police left the scene to continue thier #50 checkpoint collection in another area.
Luckily, the vigilante group arrested the yellow school bus and brought it back to their yard.

Let go let go I said to my newly friend that day to where we do play football my family are in the village during one of the festive period like about four or five years ago to spend the holiday so on this certain day my mom and daddy when to visit one of the family member in the other town and they are going to spend two to three days there so since I was not the only at home they left me with grandma unlike in Lagos that once they are not coming back that same day the will take me along
Though I was happy cause I have made friends with some boys there so on that day I follow grandma to her friends place which on getting there met a boy of like maybe one year or two year older than me but cause am from Lagos he quickly made friends with me
When I noticed that my grandma talk with the other woman is taking forever I told her that I want to be going home to wait for grandpa who is yet to be back from the outing he went to which question me about but the other woman tell to let me go that am grandpa carbon copy so it no need to worry that am a good boy
The other was there acting good though me I no say he be bad guy though me self I never showed him my color that time so I left
On my way home though where grandma took me to was far but not that far place like that is just like seven eight house away but with the help of corner corner we got there on time
On my way one I saw three of my newly friend with their friends go to field so they ask me I will like to join them which I did on getting there we play ball it is getting day so we all head to where to drink water and head home but me I followed one of my friends to their place to watch Barcelona match on that day we get to there house around after seven but I wait till nine o'clock to watch Barca match which we start by nine I did this because I know that my mom and daddy is not around I know grandma love so she won't beat and for grandpa am his carbon copy so I believe he will not like to beat or punish me as well
The match finished around to eleven then I stood up from the apoti as they called it but for me it is small stood I stood up to be going home though there is light but most places is dark
Am about to go but the place that lead to our house a way big dark

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Today was quite an adventure. I started my morning with a run through the park, where I met an old friend. We reminisced about school days and shared stories about our current lives. Later, I visited a new café that opened downtown. The ambiance was cozy, and the coffee was amazing, In the afternoon, I spent some time reading a novel I've been hooked on. By evening, I attended a local music concert, which was a fantastic way to unwind. All in all, it was a day well spent, full of pleasant surprises and good company.

Last Thursday, I woke up early, ready to tackle the day. Before getting in the shower, I tried to charge my AirPods case, but it wouldn't budge. I tried everything to get it to work, but nothing did. I was running late for class, so I put it aside for the time being.

When I got back home, I tried charging it again, but this time, it suddenly blew up! I saw smoke coming out of it, and I was shocked. I was already having a bad day, but this made it even worse.

Feeling tired and frustrated, I decided to take a break and grab a snack. I ate a biscuit and tried to shake off the bad mood. Despite everything that had gone wrong, I didn't want to let it ruin my day.

On Saturday, I had another unexpected surprise. My power bank blew up too! I was able to get it fixed, but it cost me a pretty penny. As I was heading back home, I couldn't help but think about all the strange things that had happened in just two days.

As I walked, I put my hand in my pocket and felt a piece of paper. It was a note someone had given me the previous Sunday with a Bible verse written on it - Job 6:8 Oh, that I might have my request, and that God would grant me the thing that I long for!. It didn't change my circumstances, but it did bring me some comfort.

The verse reminded me that I'm not alone in my struggles, and that God is with me. It helped me put things into perspective and be grateful for what really matters - my life. I realized that material things can be replaced, but my life is precious. It was a small reminder that helped me appreciate the bigger picture.

Even though it had been a tough couple of days, I was grateful to be alive and well. The note and the Bible verse were a timely reminder to focus on what truly matters, and to trust that everything will work out in the end.

When I woke up this morning, l realized I didn't have much to do, and I'd be bored staying at home all day, so I decided to follow my dad to the farm.

The farm wasn't too far from my house so we walked there. I was wearing sneakers so I took it off because I did not want to look to dirty while going home and since the farm wasn't bushy, I went in barefooted.

I was in the farm for about two hours, helping to plant some things and when I finished, I told my dad I was going home.
I walked over to where I kept my shoes and proceeded to put them on. The right foot already on, I was about putting on the left when I felt a stone in it. I turned the shoe so the stone could fall out, lo and behold, alongside the stone fell a large black scorpion, you all need to hear the way I screamed😂.
My dad ran over and quickly used a stone to smash the scorpion which was already scurrying away.

I have been stung by a scorpion when I was little and the pain is not something I want to experience ever again

There lived a bright and determined young woman named Grace. Grace had always dreamed of pursuing her passion for science and making a difference in the world through her research. However, her family faced financial challenges that made it difficult for her to afford college.

Despite the obstacles in her path, Grace never gave up on her dreams. She poured her heart and soul into her studies, excelling in her classes and dedicating countless hours to conducting research projects in her spare time. Her hard work and perseverance caught the attention of her teachers and mentors, who saw her potential and encouraged her to apply for scholarships.

One day, Grace received an email that would change her life forever. It was a notification that she had been awarded a prestigious scholarship that would cover the cost of her tuition and living expenses for the duration of her studies. Overwhelmed with gratitude and joy, Grace couldn't believe that her dream was finally within reach.

With the weight of financial burden lifted off her shoulders, Grace threw herself into her studies with renewed determination and passion. She embraced every opportunity that came her way, seizing the chance to learn from renowned professors, collaborate with fellow students on groundbreaking research projects, and attend conferences where she could share her findings with the world.

As she walked across the stage on graduation day, wearing a cap and gown adorned with honors cords, Grace couldn't help but reflect on the journey that had brought her to this moment. She knew that without the scholarship that had changed her life, none of this would have been possible. With tears of gratitude in her eyes, she vowed to pay it forward by helping other students achieve their dreams, just as she had.