Travelconsultan:


I think I know this first bank manager. If I am correct. He has been my ally since day one. I collect money from him on credit and when my parents pay to my account, I give him back. If I can recall, he is dark, tall and a little chubby. That Man is forever honored.

I still remember the day he gave me 5k on a Friday after bank hours to buy my matric clothe. Thus was DEC 2010 though. I was to pay him back on Monday of course. Just incase, I am a guy.

Now, my own random act of kindness went thus;

It was 2011, we were in 200l. My friends and I rented 2 self contain at safrad hostel, oke Odo. We always had money, but it goes as quickly as it comes. So one of those days I won't ever forget. On a Saturday, we were very broke, it was raining and it was already noon. No money no food. Last card was #100. So, I took the #100 to buy garri, sugar and water. But on getting to the place I was to get the stuffs. The woman asked what I wanted, I told her. And she looked at me and asked "in this cold?" Mehn shame catch me.

To cut story short. The woman gave me 2 big loaves of bread, Milo, milk and other things and didnt collect the #100. You can imagine the shock on my guys faces when I got back. After eating, we went to greet her and promised to pay back in few days, she looked at us and said, it wasn't on credit.

One would have thought we learnt how to be frugal but no, we continued spending money anyhow.

But I will never forget that day

Rooneyboy:


Were you into runs then ?
I'm just curious cos I don't see why a "decent" girl should go home with a total stranger she met in a club and expect not to be touched.

.............
Again my honest take on this your story is that you guys had a bargain before heading back to his apartment, something led to another , the guy didn't touch u althrough the night but still paid you as agreed.
That's my honest submission.
Lastly, what's the meaning of a friend "standing u up in a club"

Travelconsultan:


I think I know this first bank manager. If I am correct. He has been my ally since day one. I collect money from him on credit and when my parents pay to my account, I give him back. If I can recall, he is dark, tall and a little chubby. That Man is forever honored.

I still remember the day he gave me 5k on a Friday after bank hours to buy my matric clothe. Thus was DEC 2010 though. I was to pay him back on Monday of course. Just incase, I am a guy.

Now, my own random act of kindness went thus;

It was 2011, we were in 200l. My friends and I rented 2 self contain at safrad hostel, oke Odo. We always had money, but it goes as quickly as it comes. So one of those days I won't ever forget. On a Saturday, we were very broke, it was raining and it was already noon. No money no food. Last card was #100. So, I took the #100 to buy garri, sugar and water. But on getting to the place I was to get the stuffs. The woman asked what I wanted, I told her. And she looked at me and asked "in this cold?" Mehn shame catch me.

To cut story short. The woman gave me 2 big loaves of bread, Milo, milk and other things and didnt collect the #100. You can imagine the shock on my guys faces when I got back. After eating, we went to greet her and promised to pay back in few days, she looked at us and said, it wasn't on credit.

One would have thought we learnt how to be frugal but no, we continued spending money anyhow.

But I will never forget that day

Rooneyboy:


Were you into runs then ?
I'm just curious cos I don't see why a "decent" girl should go home with a total stranger she met in a club and expect not to be touched.

.............
Again my honest take on this your story is that you guys had a bargain before heading back to his apartment, something led to another , the guy didn't touch u althrough the night but still paid you as agreed.
That's my honest submission.
Lastly, what's the meaning of a friend "standing u up in a club"

IntrovertedK:
i'm so willing to change my sister, not just meeting the right people that can/will help me get there. Most of the friends i had/kept when i was a lil rich only wanted money, and the males were mutherf**king backstabbers. I didn't have a choice than to start protecting myself. Though i'm an introvert buh i wasn't that worse abinitio. I guess i lost interest in people, i was even living like one alpha male at some point. Even now i still don't talk to people, greeting self na wahala. Or maybe you can help me with tips on how to trust people. I think that's my major problem, i don't want someone i'd get used to either male, female and will later lure and kill me for my mother and my future.. I heard the world is not smiling and devil has literally took over.

Goddyss:


This is a young lady with a heart of love. She must be a Pleiadian at soul level. Love is love. It is not lust, sex, bleep, knack....

preshdiva:
It was 2014, I was walking out of the hostel to my faculty for my evening French class. I noticed there was a gathering of some sort outside, I learnt a certain department was having a cultural day parade. I stopped to savour the resplendent attires and soulful music. Before I could regain my senses, everybody around me was running, I didn't understand why till I saw it- a very hideous looking masquerade. It was so monstrous you would never believe it was a human inside. So I ran too, and all thanks to my jeans skirt, it caught up with me quickly. As I turned to look at it, I slipped on the wet mud soil, fell and lost consciousness, first time I ever fainted! I don't know what happened but I woke up at night on the school's hospital bed, with my roommate's worry creased faces peering down at me. My first year roommate, and my favorite in the room, Ada, was sobbing profusely. I learnt a guy helped me up, asked some girls to inform my roommates and took me to the clinic. He didn't drop his number, no one knows him, but I wish I could see him again. Angels exist!

Missyetty:
He is not your friend

Nobodys:

You tall, manly, bearded, With a banging body dipped in hot chocolate sauce adorned with perfectly chiseled biceps and a deep baritone voice enough to have one's blood flowing through the wrong veins?....

If no, then you're not him dear.... .

Realhommie:
I have heard a lot of testimonies first hand from people well known to me.. Though i haven't had any personal experience worthy of note with these peeps, i am forced to believe they're truly the nicest peeps in Nigeria from stories that i have heard.

DrholuwaTOBI:
Everyone is sharing their experience.


Let us all take a seconds to ponder about this;

Have I wowed a stranger also?

Have I done something that the person will never forget?

I have read peoples experience and I felt moved to give more and generous... The funny thing is that those that gave might even give their last card.

Let Kill one another with Love.

okikiosibodu:

You write well. Your lexical structure, and comman of words is a great I envy.
Thumbs up

okikiosibodu:

My thoughts exactly. But experiences like this help one identify the hidden character in some supposedly close people . Had a similar way experience as a child with a "close friend" and I used to press doorbell in the neighborhood and run away. It was fun then. On a fateful day, I neighbor that was close to her door unknowingly to us before we pressed the bell, caught up with us before we could cover much grounds as we fled. She knew it was one person that pressed it, and couldn't possibly be the both of us. She demanded to know who, and instantly my "friend pointed at me, saying it was me. I was puzzled as a he sudden twist of even and replied quickly that it was him. The argument went on and the woman was just looking at us with confusion. She knew I was a gentle child and won't lie cos my mum was known to be a dsciplinarian, but the seriousness inwhich my so called friend was accusing me, and even swearing with I got her bewildered.
After a while, she muted us and said she was no longer interested in who the culprit was, but just want us to stop the habit of telling lies. We should tell he truth always and learn to face the consequences of our actions if we do wrong. She told us to read Acts 5:1-11 when we got home. That was my very first time reading the story and I was glad I did.
Apologies for my "epistle"
Cc:Hewrites

okikiosibodu:

I have not had a first hand experience too, but I have heard testimonies from close friends. I have a big bro that is in there top management with GTBANK, he narrated how he got the job. He has to sneak to Lag for his final interview from his prev job in Ogun state cos his boss won't free him. On getting to Obalende, his trouser tore real bad from the rear when alight from the bus as he bent. Cut the long story short,but was an hausa cobbler that used his shoe needle to patch the trouser for him that. According to him, the man took him to a building when his fellow hausa man was a guard, and that one sneaked him into the office premises where he could remove his trouser while the cobbler mended it. After everything, they didn't collect a dime from him even when he offered them his widow's mite. He was a broke nigga them. He didn't know his way around then and so couldnt locate the said place years later. He narrated how he shed tears that very day, and how he can never forget the act of kindness
Cc: Sirmuel1

okikiosibodu:

My thoughts exactly. But experiences like this help one identify the hidden character in some supposedly close people . Had a similar way experience as a child with a "close friend" and I used to press doorbell in the neighborhood and run away. It was fun then. On a fateful day, I neighbor that was close to her door unknowingly to us before we pressed the bell, caught up with us before we could cover much grounds as we fled. She knew it was one person that pressed it, and couldn't possibly be the both of us. She demanded to know who, and instantly my "friend pointed at me, saying it was me. I was puzzled as a he sudden twist of even and replied quickly that it was him. The argument went on and the woman was just looking at us with confusion. She knew I was a gentle child and won't lie cos my mum was known to be a dsciplinarian, but the seriousness inwhich my so called friend was accusing me, and even swearing with I got her bewildered.
After a while, she muted us and said she was no longer interested in who the culprit was, but just want us to stop the habit of telling lies. We should tell he truth always and learn to face the consequences of our actions if we do wrong. She told us to read Acts 5:1-11 when we got home. That was my very first time reading the story and I was glad I did.
Apologies for my "epistle"
Cc:Hewrites

okikiosibodu:

I have not had a first hand experience too, but I have heard testimonies from close friends. I have a big bro that is in there top management with GTBANK, he narrated how he got the job. He has to sneak to Lag for his final interview from his prev job in Ogun state cos his boss won't free him. On getting to Obalende, his trouser tore real bad from the rear when alight from the bus as he bent. Cut the long story short,but was an hausa cobbler that used his shoe needle to patch the trouser for him that. According to him, the man took him to a building when his fellow hausa man was a guard, and that one sneaked him into the office premises where he could remove his trouser while the cobbler mended it. After everything, they didn't collect a dime from him even when he offered them his widow's mite. He was a broke nigga them. He didn't know his way around then and so couldnt locate the said place years later. He narrated how he shed tears that very day, and how he can never forget the act of kindness
Cc: Sirmuel1

IntrovertedK:
and nobody will tell you to delete it after three days you take it my sister. Me and calls, we are so totally worlds apart. I don't know how to make/answer calls. Generally i have problem relating with people. Like i don't like getting closer to people. So the best i always do is to try and make peopls day and be there for humanity sake. After that, we are so done. I'm like so outta this world. Don't know if there's another like me on earth though. I feel so wierd even to myself.

Missyetty:
Oh my! That's devastating to say the least, why then are you still friends with him? You need to watch your back!

HeWrites:


You guys are still friends?

okikiosibodu:

Please can you illuminate me on the bolded statement? I am eager to know

Goddyss:

Some knowledge doesn't come on a platter of gold

snnazzy24:
Honestly this is going to live with me for a lifetime, One time I traveled from Asaba to Lagos and was stranded when our driver decided Jibowon was his last stop and not Mile2, poor boy like me was koboless because we lived at Mile2 around this time, I tried getting help from two men but was turned down before I could complete my statement, I lost hope but summoned the courage to ask this young girl ( younger than myself) for a kind guesture. As a broke ass I was stuttering telling her of my situation, Alas i got the shock of a lifetime when she counted 5k and handed it to me, I froze, i couldn't move or say a word, I have just asked her for 5h and she gave me 5k, bluntly refusing to take it back even when I told her 5h was enough to take care of my predicament, I lost every idea on how best I could show my appreciation and gratitude. Not a day when I don't say a silent prayer for her. She might be human but to me I had a contact with an Angel.

Alexun:





Imagine...and a particular guy somewhere will still take such a girl for granted or break her heart! Chai...such ladies need continuous prayers from guys like you for real.

folake4u:
Last year when I traveled to an unknown town with my dad on my birthday, I had a runny stomach that day and needed a "place" badly, so I saw this girl and asked for the nearest bush, she took me to her house and even gave me tissue paper.
I can never forget that day. 5th October,2017 .

Blitz888:


5th October, is my birthday too.

SteveOfu:
You guys should get married.

Henrypraise:
Here ar my stories:

I was scheduled to attend a course in ph, its a course i lobbied for, i tot d training was venued in warri, i only got a call a day to commencement dat d course is in ph, no cash n no knowledge of ph, i had to hurry up d next day, i went to d park n dont even knw which of d queue to stand on as i was askin a man who caref less to listen, anoda man answerwd from d crowd, "oga join dis queue", on reachinh ph, i was again askin pple how to go abt my destination, same man came up to me n said oga na u de find shell I.A? I answered in d affirmative, i was already short on cash n d training had begun, d gud samaritan, paid my fare from where i was dropped (which i later learnt is choba) till i got to shell i.a gate. He bade me gud bye n went his way... Random act of kindness

Anoda of my experience however i believe i was d random stranger dis time.

I was whislting n walking home one night abt 10pm, my street is dark n quiet, from d darkness, i saw a lady holding a baby, running n pressing her fon, she ran pass me goin outside d Street gate, i looked bak n tot she was stealing d baby, i shouted, (now my voice is big n filled wit warri tune) "madam stop dia, who u be? Where u de run go wit ddat pikin?" she kept running n i ran afta her shoutin will u stop dia? She stopped n dats wen i saw she is a young mother whose son was probably convulsing, she pleaded wit me to help her, she said d baby abt 5yrs was dying, i took d baby from her asked her who is was callin she said her uncle, i told her to continue callin him, whilst i walk quickly to d main road wit d baby, she was cryin n i was consoling her, since its late, there at no vehicles or keke in warri, i handed d baby to her, pulled my shirt n was waving it at vehicles, who for sum reasons refused to stop, till i sae a keke comin, i kept flagging, it went pass us revised n stopped, i placed her n her baby in d keke n went my way...

Saw her after abt 3 months,introduced mysef n asked after d boy, she kept shouting sayin she was looking for me everywia, Random act of kindness...