Back in secondary school, I was very poor in Mathematics.
During exams, my score was always between 2% and 8% 😭
Our results were announced from the lowest to the highest, so I was always either the first or second person to be called… followed immediately by flogging 😩
One day, Maths results were being announced.
To my surprise, my name was not called early.
The teacher reached 30%… 40%… 50%… 60%… 70%
Still no me 😳
The whole class started looking at me
me, wetin dey happen
how you take pass this exam
I just smiled calmly and said
Na God oo 😌🙏
When the teacher reached 80%, I was already smiling like a generator wey just get fuel 🤭
At 90%, only one paper remained 😭
At that moment I asked myself
Wait… could it be that I scored 90% in Maths 😳
My heart was beating like a NEPA transformer⚡
The whole class was silent.
Everyone was staring at me.
Miracle loading 🙏
Then the teacher cleared his throat and said
One idị̀ọ̀t did not write her name on her paper… and she scored zero 😭😭😭
I fainted immediately.
Nobody should wake me 😐🤣
I was loved by kids when I was younger to the extent that I was almost the cause of a particular mom losing her marriage. I’m feeling lazy to type but let me try
So there’s this particular lady that was living opposite my house while growing up. She’s married and has a son (about 2-3 year old I think) but the husband lives in another state entirely and hardly comes around. The lady was a student in a higher institution in my city and her husband was working in another state so that explains why he barely visits so nobody really knew him.
The mom would bring the child to our house and my mom would help her watch over him when she goes to school until she returns.
Whenever this kid is at our place, I’d naturally start playing with him and making him laugh so he started growing attached to me. The attachment grew to the extent that it started almost feeling like a burden to me as he’d not allow me to go anywhere without taking him with me. People started calling me “Baba Bernard (not real name)” which translates to “Bernard’s Dad” and it almost started feeling like I’m the substitute dad.
Suddenly, his Dad started coming around more often (unknowingly to me) and this kid would leave his Dad and start coming to our house to play with me instead. I had already grown attached to him by then too so I didn’t mind the clinginess so we’d naturally go everywhere together like we used to and his Dad would be at home wondering where his son is. And sometimes he doesn’t see his son until I’m back home at night with him.
The son is already grown a bit by now, 4-5 years old so I could take him to where I play football or play PS 2 or anything I’m doing when I’m not home
Apparently, the Dad was getting uncomfortable with this and was already telling his wife to do something about it and at this point, I and the Dad have not met yet so I don’t know what he looks like .
The mom was already in a tough place. The son grew attached to me because he was spending a lot of time with me and it also helps her as she knows that the son being with me helps to free her time to do other things during the week and the Dad only comes around by weekends.
But since the Dad was getting concerned she had to do something about it .
You guys won’t believe what she did and how the story ended 😭
Let me rest here small, I’ll complete the story if you guys show interest 😂😂
Just apologize when you know that you fucked up... All of that manipulative behavior and being mad at a person for being mad at you when they have a legit reason to be is just weird shit... People love to say they grown until it's time to hold themselves accountable!
Until it happens to you, you’ll never understand why people make the choices they do. You don't know the weight of the pressure they had. Keep your judgments to yourself, life has a way of putting you in the exact seat you once criticized just to teach you empathy.
@Shadaya_Knight Unannounced visits are just home invasions with better intentions.
Unless the house is on fire, stay behind your phone screen and wait for an invite.
Once you get used to the quiet, it changes you.
No constant calls. No forced updates. No chasing replies.
Just space.
At first it feels lonely.
Then it feels peaceful.
When you realize you don’t need constant contact to feel whole, you stop tolerating noise just to avoid silence.
And once you taste that kind of independence,
you don’t rush back to chaos.
There’s a Indian lady here at work she only greets our Indian colleagues 😂😂😂one day she will need IT I’m not saying she won’t receive help I’m just saying she will need IT.