Welcome to ChrisTells
I tell stories about life, love, money, relationship, struggles and the things we don't always talk about.
Some stories will make you smile.
Some might hurt a little.
And some might make you look at your own life differently.
The musician was playing an old Osita Osadebe song, and the woman was vibing so deeply she couldn’t contain her joy.
She almost gave the musician the last money she had just to appreciate him. But instead of taking it, the musician gave her ₦100,000.
This is one of the most beautiful videos I’ve seen in recent times. Sometimes, God can bless someone from the most unexpected places.
Watch to the end ❤️❤️
My neighbour left home one morning carrying her baby and came back without him.
I noticed because she had never gone anywhere without that little boy.
When I asked where he was, she looked away and said, “He’s somewhere safe.”
I didn't press her.
A few days later, I saw her sitting outside alone, staring at the road.
Eventually, she told me the truth.
She had lost her job three months earlier. Her rent was overdue, she was surviving on small food sales, and the baby had been sick twice that month.
She had asked relatives for help, but everyone had their own problems.
“I love my son,” she said, crying. “But loving him doesn't put food in his stomach.”
One morning, she took him to a children's home for abandoned and vulnerable children. She left him there because she believed they could provide what she couldn't.
She didn't tell anyone in the neighbourhood because she was ashamed.
A week later, she received a call.
The baby had been asking for her.
She went back immediately.
She told the staff she wanted him back, even though she still had no job and barely any money.
When she returned to our street with the baby in her arms, some neighbours called her heartless.
Others quietly brought rice, diapers and clothes.
I kept thinking about one thing she said:
“I didn't leave my baby because I stopped loving him. I left because I was scared my love wasn't enough.”
I still don't know if what she did was right or wrong.
Maybe poverty doesn't just take away money. Sometimes, it forces people into decisions they never imagined making.
My grandparents were deeply in love. At least, that is what everyone in the family says.
They were the kind of couple people used as an example.
When my grandfather died, Grandma died the following day.
She wasn't sick.
She went to bed that night and simply didn't wake up.
People said she couldn't imagine life without him.
Everyone thought their love story would be passed down to their children.
It wasn't.
Their first son, who is now the traditional head of the family, had a completely different experience with marriage.
He served in the Nigerian Police Force and was posted to different states across the country.
His first wife is Yoruba.
His second wife is Igbo.
His third wife is from Akwa Ibom.
You would think living among different cultures would have made him more understanding of people.
Instead, marriage made him suspicious.
There was always one crisis or another.
Arguments.
Accusations.
I bought a red dress six months ago.
It looked amazing in the store.
When I got home, I put it on and immediately took it off.
Too bright.
Too tight.
Too much.
I hung it in my closet.
Every few weeks I’d see it and think, “I’ll wear it someday.”
Then one Friday, my friend invited me to dinner.
I almost wore my usual jeans.
Instead, I put on the dress.
Our company introduced free lunch for employees every Friday.
My junior colleague never missed it.
One Friday, the food finished before it got to him.
He went straight to HR and asked how much the company spent on feeding one employee.
HR told him.
He pulled out his phone, did a quick calculation, and requested that the money be transferred to him instead.
HR said that's not how the benefit works.
He replied, "If I didn't eat, then somebody owes me lunch money."
The argument lasted longer than the lunch break.
My girlfriend asked me to meet her mother on a Sunday.
She said, “Please dress well. My mummy wants to see you.”
I thought it was finally time for the relationship to become official.
I bought a new shirt.
Got a haircut.
Even bought a bottle of wine and some provisions because, as we say in Nigeria, you don’t visit somebody’s mother empty-handed. 😂
When we got there, her mother welcomed me warmly.
She looked at me for a few seconds and smiled.
Then she said:
“So you are the man my daughter has been telling me about?”
I smiled.
“Yes, ma.”
She nodded.
Then she asked:
“Are you planning to marry my daughter?”
I almost choked.
I looked at my girlfriend.
She suddenly became very interested in her phone.
I said, “Ma, we haven’t really discussed marriage yet, but I love your daughter and I…”
She interrupted me.
“My daughter told me you already promised her marriage.”
Silence.
I turned to my girlfriend.
“Wait… what?”
She finally looked up.
“Babe, I was going to tell you.”
Her mother frowned.
“Tell him what?”
At that moment, I knew this wasn’t going to be the peaceful Sunday visit I had imagined.
Because apparently, my girlfriend had already told her mother a completely different story about our relationship.
And I was about to find out exactly what she had said.
What do you think she told her mother? 👀
My girlfriend asked me to meet her mother on a Sunday.
She said, “Please dress well. My mummy wants to see you.”
I thought it was finally time for the relationship to become official.
I bought a new shirt.
Got a haircut.
Even bought a bottle of wine and some provisions because, as we say in Nigeria, you don’t visit somebody’s mother empty-handed. 😂
When we got there, her mother welcomed me warmly.
She looked at me for a few seconds and smiled.
Then she said:
“So you are the man my daughter has been telling me about?”
I smiled.
“Yes, ma.”
She nodded.
Then she asked:
“Are you planning to marry my daughter?”
I almost choked.
I looked at my girlfriend.
She suddenly became very interested in her phone.
I said, “Ma, we haven’t really discussed marriage yet, but I love your daughter and I…”
She interrupted me.
“My daughter told me you already promised her marriage.”
Silence.
I turned to my girlfriend.
“Wait… what?”
She finally looked up.
“Babe, I was going to tell you.”
Her mother frowned.
“Tell him what?”
At that moment, I knew this wasn’t going to be the peaceful Sunday visit I had imagined.
Because apparently, my girlfriend had already told her mother a completely different story about our relationship.
And I was about to find out exactly what she had said.
What do you think she told her mother? 👀
I told my boyfriend to stop trying to solve every problem I mentioned.
Me: I don't need a solution every time I complain.
Boyfriend: Okay.
Me: Like, if I say I'm having a bad day, just listen.
Boyfriend: Got it.
Me: Don't turn everything into a project.
Boyfriend: I hear you.
And to his credit, he stopped.
A few weeks later, my car started making this awful noise.
I called him while driving home.
Me: My car sounds like it's about to fall apart.
Boyfriend: Damn. That sucks.
Me: That's it?
Boyfriend: You told me to listen.
Me: Right.
Boyfriend: So I'm listening.
Me: Okay...
I hung up slightly annoyed.
The next morning, I went outside for work.
My car was gone.
I PANICKED.
I called him immediately.
Me: MY CAR IS GONE.
Boyfriend: I know.
Me: WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU KNOW?
Boyfriend: Check your texts........
If you hear what people say right before they pick your call or immediately they end the call, you would stop the friendship
😂🤣😂🤣🤣😂🤣
"This mad man ozokwa!"
Hello Stanley.....
It was an early morning rush to work and there would always be the need to beat traffic, I quickly joined the queue at the BRT terminal.
While at it, a young lady with her school bag joined the queue too, she was behind 3 more persons after me.
Within 15 minutes, I started hearing noise from behind.
"where is my phone?"
"I kept it at the side of my bag"
It appeared the lady who just joined the queue was crying because someone stole her phone.
"Jesus, it's my work phone "
"How do I find money to pay for a phone"
She cried out.
As she was crying out, queue was also moving. We finally got into the bus and people started asking her questions.
"Why will you put a phone at the side, don't you know it will be easy to steal?"
I was really pitying her, she called the number but phone was switched off.
Stealing is one act I hate so much. I am a regular customer to those who steal phones but I've learned my lessons. It hurts and no one deserves to be in such situation.
I will not pity any thief being given jungle justice, if at all I see one. I will just keep walking and not look back.
Like they say, everyday is for the thief and one day for the owner. So if you steal and get cut, I will definitely believe that you have been doing that for long and without remorse.
REPENT!!!
I feel the best way to find what works for you is to try different things
You won’t always know what you’re good at from the start
• Try things
• Make mistakes
• Learn and try again
Eventually,
You will notice what you enjoy
What comes naturally to you and What actually works
I'm currently trying this out too
Pray I find my spark.