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The story: Blood is the colour of Man


Mum discovered five used sanitary pads in my room

What are these ?

I emm eeee was ..

I couldn’t say anything sensible, my mum was so disappointed , from the look on her face I knew I had numerous questions to answer.

We have to talk when you are done disposing that , she angrily shut my door and left my room

And mum can easily sieve lie from truth, I can’t lie to her with this neither can I tell her the truth

Okay can you tell me why you decide to save used sanitary pads in your drawer

With her eyes fixed on mine.

With tears flooding my face I said , she was supposes to come for it last night .

Who is she..?

She comes three days after every month mensuration

she has never missed the routine for the past six months

Mum raised her hand signaling me to calm down a little

How did all this start?

The first time it happened, I had a dream, where I was trying to change my used sanitary pad, Then a Lady appeared in Black wedding Dress, Stretched her hands her nails were painted blood red, as if been pulled by an invisible force, gave her the used pad, She smiled and said “Blood is the Colour of man”

I awoke, I was thinking it was all a Terrible nightmare till I found myself in the Habit of saving up my used sanitary pads, The same lady appears in my room every month to collect those used pads.

Mum shook her head in pity, she was already crying, I was crying too, she held me, And why haven’t you told me this for the past seven months, I wanted to talk, But was too scared to speak Because the Lady in Black just walked in, I was sure Mum didn’t see her she smiled and whispered “BLOOD IS THE COLOUR OF MAN” .
she walked out of the room through the wall


The Story: Another Internet Bank Fraud


@ 1:30pm yesterday I got a phone call from 08148292037 who claimed to be Mr Benjamin from FBN Abuja. He gave my full names, BVN number, Date of Birth, my Alert phone number, which he called, also the 5 digit number I used to create my FBN mobile bank app.

He said that one Mr Usman created a Union bank account, and is trying to move money from my FBN account to the Union bank. He claimed he stopped the transaction, & is trying to verify if I authorised such transaction, which is the reason I have not gotten any debit Alert.

I asked him to go ahead to block the transaction, for I didn’t authorise any online transaction.
He then asked if I gave my ATM card to anyone or used my ATM recently, I said NO.

He then asked if I have my ATM card with me, and demanded that I should read out the ATM digit numbers to enable him stop the transaction. I told him that he had already stopped the transaction, and have gotten a clarification from me, which is enough to enable him block whatever that needs to be blocked, if he is truly a first bank staff.

As I refused to call out the numbers, he then asked isn’t this is the first 5 numbers? He then asked what’s the next number? I told him that I will never read out my number to who claimed to be FBN’s staff over the phone, that I will rather go to any First Bank office & complain. He asked me if he is a ghost and not a FBN staff to get all my details.

As I pissed him off by not budging in, he switched off the phone.

An alert came in, as I checked the message on my phone, there was already a message from Union Bank, showing Account opening Authentication numbers 872395, 973392.

I quickly rushed to FBN. The Customer care personnel asked me not to bother about anything, so long as I didn’t read out those numbers to him nor gave him my ATM pin or the three digits number at the back of my ATM card.

Please be guided. My people, it is so real & convincing that I believe some Fraudulent bank staffs connive with these DIE HARD HOOLIGANS to dupe innocent customers.

Please share widely ASAP.

Please Note: Daily Watch Press cannot confirm the accuracy or source of this story, but the lessons in it can’t be ignored, just be vigilant.

The Story: Uncle Steven Goes To Mosque Every Friday To Organise Worshippers’ Shoes

The Story feature Uncle Steven today because of his little but huge act of religious tolerance, though the story happened about five months back or thereabouts in Singapore, but it possess huge lessons on how our people need to view themselves in the light of religion.

The story reads:

A non-Muslim man, known as ‘Uncle Steven,’ has been spotted outside Al-Mawaddah Mosque in Singapore neatly organising worshippers’ shoes into rows.

He was stopped by Irfan Musthapa, who highlighted the incident on Facebook.

Mustapha said he sees the man every week at the Mosque doing the same thing.

“Braving the blazing sun, plus some haze today, on his bare feet atop heated concrete, soaking wet clothes, hundreds of curious stares, he squats from slipper to slipper, arranging them for easy retrieval after prayer,” Mustapha wrote.

When asked why he does it, Uncle Steven’s response was simple:

“Oh, looks neater.”

He says he tries to come every Friday and that he lives nearby.

Mustapha said that he was touched and inspired by Uncle Steven’s gesture

“Noticing Uncle Steven, I can’t help but admire his actions in front of and for a people of different faith,” Mustapha wrote.

He added: “Diversity transcends boundaries and Uncle Steven is testament of that.

“It’s the littlest of deeds that matter and I’m sure there’s something we can appreciate, honour and perhaps replicate from Uncle Steven, for each other…”

Source: Muslim Players

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The Story: My Birth Story Is a Pretty Crazy One

My birth story is a pretty crazy one. I was scared of childbirth. I DO NOT handle pain well at all. I have been fortunate enough to avoid any kind of surgery or stitches. I cry every time I get a needle. My entire pregnancy I kept asking my doctor how bad labor would be. He responded, “I promise you it won’t be that bad.” Then I would proceed to tell him that I would not have an episiotomy, nor would I have a c-section. I was determined that it was going 100 percent my way.

My doctor and I planned for me to be induced on Friday, December 7th.

My husband took the afternoon off from work on Thursday to spend with me, and we made plans to go out for our “last meal.” Everything was going well until after dinner, my cell rang and it was the hospital. They told me not to come in for my induction in the morning! My spirits were crushed! They told me that they would call me when a bed became available. I knew that the hospital had been on diversion for the past few weeks but it never dawned on me that they would cancel my induction. I called my mother-in-law, who works at the hospital. She told me that they weren’t even taking women in active labor! So my husband and I went home to try to get some sleep, though I didn’t end up sleeping at all.

At 9:15 the next morning, the hospital called and told me to come in. Just as I was about to be shown to my hospital room, a lady came in, pregnant with twins and needing an emergency c-section. She took priority, and I was delayed again. About an hour later I got moved into my room and my induction got started. I, amazingly, only shed a few tears after they finally managed to get the IV into my hand. They started the meds to induce labor and I felt fine. I was feeling light contractions for about the next two hours. I was thinking, “Wow, this is nothing, I can handle this,” but didn’t dare say it out loud, because I knew I was going to be asking for an epidural later.

At 4:30 p.m. my doctor walked in, and I was happy to see him. He checked me and said that he was putting an internal monitor on the baby, and then all of a sudden this horrible pain started!! My doctor had broken my water. I was so upset. I had asked him not to do it unless he was 100 percent sure I was going to deliver vaginally. Well, he knew how I am about pain, so I guess he had his reasons for not telling me. After he did that, the contractions started to become more intense. They told me after an hour and two bags of fluid that I could have my epidural. So I sat there, waiting. The contractions started getting painful after about 20 minutes. I started to hold my breath a little bit throughout the contractions. And my husband was there, telling me to just breathe. Finally after exactly one hour and two bags of fluid I started pushing my call button and asking for my epi!

After I got the epidural, I felt so comfortable that I actually slept (and so did my husband). The only time I woke was when they came in to turn me and check me. I really wanted to have my baby on December 7th, but that dream was fading fast. At about 1:15 a.m., I started to feel a bit more pressure. They checked me and I was not quite there, so the nurse put me into a position where my feet were elevated and my head was lower than the rest of my body. I was skeptical about this but she said it would help me dilate faster. I started feeling sick so they put me back upright, then I started feeling sick every time I reclined and finally I did get sick twice, and after that the nurses let me lie on my side. The nurse left and I tried to get some more rest. About 10 minutes later I felt so lightheaded and about to faint, the monitors are going off and the nurse rushed in and put adrenaline through my IV. Apparently my blood pressure had dropped to a dangerous level. After that ordeal, I started to feel these twinges in my lower right side. So I got a booster from the anesthesiologist and felt fine. After I got my booster, my progress was checked and I was ready to start pushing, so my doctor was called immediately.

The nurse got my husband, Stevan, to come over and they told me to try a few pushes. I started to push and after two pushes she said “STOP pushing!” She grabbed my call button and told them she needed another nurse NOW and to break the bed down. I was like, “I feel pressure and I need to push!” She insisted that Dr. Jones would be there in a minute. After what seemed like 10-15 minutes, he finally walked in and sat down. The nurse said, “Dr. Jones, you need to get up and come over here and catch!”

I got determined at this point, and was ready to go. I started to push, and I’m pushing with everything in me. Then he tells me to stop! WHAT?!?! Stop why? Apparently, the baby was crowning. Then I was allowed to push again, and out popped Colin. After everything was calm, Stevan called up to the floor where his mom works and called her to come down and meet her first grandson. Colin was born 12/8/07 at 3:44 a.m. He weighed 7 pounds, 15 ounces and was 20 1/4 inches long. I didn’t tear nor did I have an episiotomy or a c-section.

I learned so much from this experience. It brought my husband and me to whole new level. I saw a side of him that I didn’t know existed. He was wonderful. He fed me ice chips, and made me as comfy as possible. I would do it all over again in a heartbeat. This experience has made be a better, stronger person.

By: Crystal B., Bumpass, Virginia, USA 🇺🇸

The Profile: PROFESSOR Abdullahi Shehu Yibaikwal

Who is Professor Abdullahi Shehu Yibaikwal?

Prof. Abdullahi Shehu Yibaikwal was educated at the Ahmadu Bello University (ABU) Zaria and the University of Abuja, Nigeria for his B.Sc and M.Sc degrees in Internal Relations. He obtained a Ph.D in Criminology at the University of Hong Kong, specializing on anti-corruption and anti-money laundering.

Professor Yibaikwal is a member of the International Association of Financial Crime Investigators (IAFCI); Hong Kong Society of Criminology; and Nigerian Society of International Affairs. He retired as a Director in the Economic and Financial Crime Commission, EFCC, in 2015 and currently a Professor of Criminology at the National Open University of Nigeria.

Having distinguished himself in his chosen career not only as a brilliant researcher, but also as a quintessential technocrat, he was appointed: (a) Secretary of the Presidential Task Force on Financial Crimes in Nigeria in 1991 (re-appointed on merit after the Task was reconstituted in 1992); (b) Assistant Director, Financial Crimes; (c) Deputy Director/Head of Department of Financial Crimes in the Office of the Special Adviser to the President on Drugs and Financial Crimes from 1995 to 1998; and (d) Special Assistant to the Special Adviser to the Head of State on Economic Affairs, Drugs and Financial Crimes from 1998 to 2000.

In these capacities, Prof. Yibaikwal represented Nigeria at many bilateral and multilateral meetings and negotiations on Drugs and Financial Crimes Control, including the UN Ad-Hoc Commitee on the Elaboration of the Transnational Organized Crime Convention. He led the Nigerian delegation to the UNODC/GPML regional Workshop in Grand Bassam, Cote d’Ivoire, which initiated the establishment of an Inter-Governmental Action Group against Money Laundry in West Africa (GIABA) as specialized Institution of the ECOWAS, which he served as Director General for two terms from 2006 to 2014. He has worked as expert/consultant on anti-corruption/money laundering control for many International Organization and Countries around the world, including the Commonwealth Secretariat, Interpol, United Nation Office of Drugs and Crime (UNODC), the West African Institute for Financial and Economic Management (WAIFEM), Nigeria and International Development Law Organization (IDLO), based in Rome, Italy.

An astute believer and advocate for rule of law, good governance and development expert, he has translated his belief in good governance into guiding principles of his administration during his appointment in 2006 as Administrative Secretary, and later Director General of GIABA.

Prof. Yibaikwal has demonstrated expertise in the area of anti-corruption and money laundering control during his tenure as Program Expert (Ant-Corruption) at the United Nation Office of Drugs and Crime (UNODC) from 2003 to 2005. Under the UN Global Program against Corruption, his main tasks included capacity building on anti-corruption policies and mechanisms, promoting integrity in public and private sectors, governance/public sector reform and anti-money laundering, as well as recovery.

Upon return to Nigeria and before his assumption of duty in GIABA, he was the Director, Economic & Financial Crimes Commision (EFCC) Training and Research Institute, Abuja, Nigeria.

Professor Abdullahi Yibaikwal has written and published extensively on anti-corruption, governance and anti-money laundering. His books include (i) “Economic and Financial Crimes in Nigeria: Policy Issues and Options” (2006); (ii) ‘ Strategies and Techniques of Prosecuting Economic and Financial Crimes’, which was published in three languages- English, French and Portuguese (2012); (iii) “NIGERIA: The Way Through Corruption to the Well-being of a People” (2015); and most recently (iv) His ground breaking book titled “ELECTION IN NIGERIA: The Long Road to Democracy” (2019). Prof. Yibaikwal has contributed immensely in the development of anti-corruption and anti-money laundering policies, programs and the establishment of Institutions in Nigeria, including the ICPC and EFCC in Nigeria.

Prof. Yibaikwal speaks Bogghom, English and French fluently and is a prolific speaker on institutional reform, transparency, accountability, good governance and development.

As Director General/Chief Executive of GIABA, he:

  • Established a functional Secretariat for GIABA in line with the FATF acceptable standards of a FSRB Secretariat.
  • Developed, reviewed and updated Regional Strategic Frameworks and Action Plans consistent with the FATF Recommendations and the ECOWAS Regional Integration Framework, especially its Vision 2020.
  • Within the framework of the Strategic Plans, he led the regional fight against money laundering and terrorist financing, by inter alia:
    (i) Provide direct support to member States of ECOWAS to enact, review and /or amend legislation against money laundering and terrorist financing;
    (ii) Conducted the mutual evaluations of members to ascertain their level compliance with acceptable anti-money laundering and counter financing of terrorism (AML/CFT) standards;
    (iii) Conducted numerous research and typologies studies on the methods, trends and techniques of money laundering (ML) and terrorist financing (TF);
    (iv) Provided direct assistant for the establishment of Financial Intelligence Units (FIUs), which led to the establishment of the fifteen FIUs in the region;
    (v) Promoted strategic partnership with the civil society for the prevention and control of ML/TF;
    (vi) Promoted regional and internal cooperation in the context of ECOWAS.
  • Established GIABA firmly as one of the most effective and efficient ECOWAS Institutions with sound management and governance structures, processes and procedures.
  • Promoted GIABA to be recognized as a FSRB in 2006 and as an Associate Member of the FATF in 2010.

Overall, he exudes a deeper understanding and skill in ECOWAS affairs, including high political contacts with authorities in the region. Throughout his career, he has proved himself as a change agent! He has impacted on lives, communities and nations. His marks in the ECOWAS member States remain indelible.

A disciplined and caring father, he is happily married, blessed with so many children and has contributed to the development of his community, the Nigerian society, ECOWAS region and Africa.

Prof. Abdullahi Y. Shehu is nominated as a non career Ambassador by President Muhammadu Buhari, GCFR. Before his nomination he is the Chairman, Government Model Secondary School, Old Student, alias Dengi Old Student Association (DOSA).

To updated anytime soon!

The Story: My Millionaire Mom

The Story: My Millionaire Mom – Daily Watch Press

“Um… Wifey… I don’t have any money.”
“Look at yourself, you look like a disgusting beggar. Take the money and get out! Also, don’t call me wife, or you get out of my house forever!” Yvette Jordan took out 200 dollars from her bag and threw it on the ground. She then left.

Looking at the money on the ground, Chuck Cannon clenched his fists, and sighed, “Yvette, one day, I will make you willing to be my wife.”
In the end, he didn’t pick up the money on the ground. He walked out of the house with little of his remaining self-esteem.

His wife, named Yvette Jordan, is four or five years older than him. She was adopted by his grandfather when she was a small child. From childhood, she knew that they adopted her to make that boy, Chuck Cannon, a wife.
But who knew that since Grandpa’s death, Yvette’s attitude towards Chuck had gotten worse.

Yvette drove a BMW out of the garage as Chuck stood by the roadside and watched. They are in the same university, but Yvette is a lecturer while Chuck is only a student.
Although they were heading in the same direction, Yvette’s car didn’t stop and drove past Chuck.
“Loser, go and take the bus! I won’t give the ride to a piece of trash.” After saying that, Yvette stepped on the accelerator and left.
Chuck gritted his teeth and looked at the BMW that had disappeared at the end of the road. His eyes were slightly red, “Yvette…”

He was penniless now. His lunch money these days was borrowed from his classmates, and today was the day for him to return the money. Unfortunately, that two hundred dollars were “burning hot” for him to pick it up…
As a consequence, he walked to school. Then it comes to another trouble with money.
As soon as he walked to the school gate, Chuck happened to meet a student who lent money to him.

Lara Jean was buying milk tea outside the school gate. When she saw Chuck, who was in a state of loss, she reached out and said, “Chuck, it’s time to pay back the money, isn’t it?”

Chuck wanted to bury himself out of shame. He scratched his hair and said with embarrassment, “Well… give me one more day, I’ll do part-time work. I’ll pay you back the money latest by tomorrow!”
“No, how long have you been delaying? You have to return the money to me today!” Lara said coldly, and there was no room for negotiation in her tone.

Chuck sighed. “But I really don’t have any money now…”
“You don’t have money to ask your parents for it? Are you an orphan?”
“You!” Chuck clenched his fists tightly. For as long as he could remember, he had been living with his grandfather. He had never seen his parents before. However, being called an orphan by Lara made him feel even more uncomfortable.
“You’re really an orphan? Well, I’ll give you an extension until this afternoon, but you have to pay me four hundred. If you don’t pay me back, I’ll ask my boyfriend to bring someone to deal with you!” Lara warned and left.

Chuck stood still in his tracks. He was extremely sad. He had enough of such humiliation.
Just as Chuck was thinking about what part-time job he was going to do, his phone rang.

Chuck looked at the caller ID and saw that it turned out to be a foreign number. He was afraid that it was probably a swindler.
However, when he thought of the online recruitment of mercenaries in Syria which was quite popular recently, offering 8000 dollars a day, he became interested again. Although he knew it could be a scam, if it was true, he would definitely go to Syria without hesitation.
“Hello.” Chuck picked up the call.

Unexpectedly, a flurry of words in Mandarin from on the other end of the phone, “Chucky, I am your mother!”
“…” Chuck was stunned.

He first felt that he had been made fun of others, but then he felt extremely sad. How could he suddenly have a mother?
“Chucky, don’t blame me. I had no choice but to go abroad these years, but now I can finally return home. I will try my best to make up for the lost time with you. I will transfer five million dollars and you can use it first. If it is all spent, call me.”

The strange conversation ended in a weird atmosphere. As soon as the call ended, a message arrived.
“Your account with the ending number 0123 has been credited with 5,000,000 dollars, and the current balance is 5,000,000.83 dollars.”
Chuck was dumbfounded. His mother, whom he had never seen before, actually gave him five million dollars?

He looked at the text message and counted the zeros again and again, repeatedly confirming it more than a dozen times, and then went to the ATM machine to check if it was correct. He was ecstatic! That was five million!

What more, it was his mysterious mother who casually gave him pocket money. Even Yvette who was busy with her business had less than one million dollars including her car and her savings!

Chuck giggled and walked to the campus.
“Hey, man, what the hell! I am rich now! Super rich! So what else am I going to do in that boring class?”

With a second thought, Chuck directly turned his back and left the school.
He took a taxi to the real estate agency in the city center.

With this sum of money, the first thing Chuck wanted to do was to have his own house.
After pushing the door open and entering, no real-estate agency employees did pay attention to Chuck who was dressed ordinarily. This kind of person was either looking for a part-time job, begging for food, or the type who wasn’t interested in buying anything but just trying to enjoy an air-conditioned room.

Later, when the manager of the store came out of the office, those lazy employees hurried up and asked, “Sir, what do you need?”
“Looking for a house.”
“You mean, you are still looking for it but not gonna buy it now, right?” The agent, Natalie Xavier’s big eyes narrowed. She had been a real estate agent for so long, she had rarely misjudged someone.

There may be one in a thousand customers who would buy a house at the age of less than 20 like Chuck, but all of them wore branded suits and drove high-end sports cars.
“No, I mean I am going to buy one.” Chuck answered.
“Sir, for your information, the cheapest house in the city is around 12,000 per square meter. Are you sure you want to buy it?” Natalie didn’t want to waste time on this kind of person, so her tone became impatient.
“Yes, I…”
“The cheapest one is twelve thousand dollars, which means that a house of one hundred square meters costs about one million dollars. Even the smallest apartment house costs fifty or sixty thousand dollars! You must listen carefully, sir!” Natalie was very dismissive of this kind of person who was over-confident and maliciously delayed time. She thought he was just a troublesome teenage boy who makes fun and fools others anywhere.
“Well, I…”

Chuck didn’t finish his words. At this time, a potbellied man walked into the real estate agency. The gold necklace on his neck was thicker than his fingers, and he looked like a rich man at first glance. Natalie immediately chose to leave Chuck aside and greeted the man with a smile.

It was totally different from the way she treated Chuck. When Natalie saw the fat man, she immediately put on a happy smile. “Sir, do you want to buy a house?”
“Yes, I want to buy a house. Introduce some high-quality housing sources to me!”

Natalie smiled even more happily. “Yes, sure. We have plenty of high-quality rooms here for you with our high-end service… Unlike some people who come to us even when they can’t afford it. It’s a waste of time.”

Natalie gave Chuck a disdainful look as she spoke, implying and cursing him.
Chuck looked at Natalie’s attitude and felt disheartened. He was used to being looked down upon. At that time, he didn’t dare to say anything without money. But this time, he had five million dollars. How could he swallow such humiliation?
“Where’s your manager? Call your manager over!”

Hearing Chuck’s words, Natalie sneered and said, “Do you think our manager will care about a nobody like you? Don’t make a fool of yourself here. Get out of here! Do you know that wasting one minute of our time will affect how much money we make?”

The manager walked over slowly at this time. As a service industry, it was a big taboo to be rude to guests.
“What’s going on, Natalie?”
Natalie hurriedly explained, “Manager, this boy can’t afford to buy a house, but instead he’s sticking here to enjoy the air-conditioning here. I’ll get him out of here immediately.”

The manager eyeballed Chuck’s clothes from top to bottom and saw that he was dressed in ordinary clothes. Indeed, as Natalie said, he didn’t look like someone who could afford to buy a house.

More importantly, he was too young to buy a house as he looked just 18 or 19 years old. No one would believe he had the ability to.
Chuck shook his head, he stood up and walked to the agency next-door.
“Can’t afford a house? It seems that you are not the only real estate agency here.”

Natalie looked down on him, “How is a poor person like you able to buy a house? I think you can’t even afford a toilet.”
Some employees also laughed at him, “He’s afraid of making a fool of himself, so he found an excuse to run away quickly.”

He said he wanted to go next door, but he could possibly just be trying to take advantage of the air-conditioning there too.
“Still pretending even when you’re gone.” Natalie sneered. They were familiar with the next-door real-estate agency, and they also knew whether they could sell it or not.
After watching Chuck leave, Natalie hurriedly ran to the Fatty and smiled apologetically. “I’m sorry, boss. Sorry to keep you waiting.”
The Fatty shook his head and said, “It’s okay, it’s okay.”

However, no matter how Natalie greeted him with a smile, the Fatty never talked about money. In the end, Natalie’s patience was exhausted and she even began to plead.
At this moment, all the employees of the real-estate agency looked outside.

Under the respectful guidance of the staff next door, Chuck got into the Mercedes Benz, which was especially used to look at the room.
What was going on? Generally speaking, only people who bought a house could enter this car. Didn’t the next-door real-estate agency see that this little rascal didn’t have the ability to buy a house at all?

The Fatty saw that these people in the real-estate agency were distracted, so he quickly sneaked out. Natalie turned around and looked at the customer who had disappeared. She was so angry that she stomped her feet. She didn’t expect that the Fatty, who was well-dressed, was actually here just to enjoy the air conditioner.

Natalie looked at Chuck and disliked him even more. She sneered and said, “Such a pretentious person, why he wastes others’ time and ask them to show him the house!”

At this time, an employee next door came quickly. He pushed the door open and said with a smile, “Thank you. You sent such an important customer to our company. We haven’t run into any big business in the past two years. Today is a big day.”
“Important customer?” The manager’s face darkened and he hurriedly asked, “What did he buy?”
“Hehe, he bought a house worth more than three million dollars with a deposit of one million dollars. This business should clinch a deal! Thank you! I’ll treat you guys to milk teas later.”

After that, the employee got on the Mercedes Benz and took Chuck to take a look at the house.
“Really… bought it?” Natalie’s face was full of disbelief. Looking at Chuck, who was sitting in the Mercedes Benz with a smile on his face, Natalie felt very uncomfortable.
“How could it be possible! He looks so poor, how could he possibly afford to buy a house…”

Before she could blame herself, the manager raised his hand and slapped her in the face. His eyes were almost bursting out flames, “Look at what you have done!”
If the transaction is successful, the employees who have dealt with him will be given a five percent commission, which would be around one hundred and fifty thousand dollars. As for the manager, he would’ve gotten a ten percent commission amounting to three hundred thousand dollars… But now. It comes to nothing.

The manager trembled with anger when he thought of the commission of 300,000 dollars gone with the wind. He kicked Natalie again and said, “Get out! You’re fired! Get out!”
Natalie was also losing her mind. Ignoring the pain on her body, she quickly got up from the ground and ran outside, then throwing herself whole at the BMW. She knocked on the window repeatedly and looked at Chuck, sobbing, “Sir, sir, I’m sorry, I’m really sorry. I failed to recognize your wealth before and I’m a snob. Please give me another chance. We have better houses here!”
Chuck shook his head and said, “It’s alright, you can save it for the other customers.”
After that, the Mercedes Benz started up in a hurry. Natalie chased after him all the way and finally sat down on the ground. She looked weakly at the Mercedes Benz getting farther and farther away…

Chuck Cannon was quite satisfied with the house. It had three bedrooms, two living rooms, and two bathrooms. Located in the downtown area, the business district was more prosperous and there was a lot of room for renovation.
Three and a half million dollars was paid in a lump sum graciously. The salesman had not seen such a rich man for a long time, and his face was full of admiration and envy.

He then took the initiative to send Chuck back to university. When he arrived at the gate, Chuck nodded and said, “You can drop me off here.”
The salesman smiled respectfully and said, “Alright, take your time good sir. The process of transferring the house should be completed tomorrow, and you should be able to move in the day after tomorrow!”
“Okay.” Chuck nodded and decided to stay at the nearest hotel for the time being for the next two days.

However, he wanted to know more was what Yvette Jordan would feel if she saw that his house was three or four times bigger than hers.
When they arrived at the gate, Chuck first took out 20,000 dollars before strolling into the university.

There were not many classes in the afternoon, but Chuck had already been absent for a whole class because he had been held up outside for a while.
Seeing Chuck walking into the classroom, Lara Jean sneered, “Oh, who is this? Isn’t this Chuck, the beggar of our class? I’m telling you, don’t lend your money to such a person. When you lend him money, he acts as though you’re his savior and bows to you. However, when you try to get the money back from him, he acts shamelessly like a scam trying to cheat off your money. Speaking of which, he hasn’t even paid me back until now.”
“Oh? This guy doesn’t have parents, who know which wild parents he learned these tactics from?”

The whole class burst into laughter… They all knew that Chuck Cannon was a poor man as he only seemed to wear two different shirts all year round. Although there was no strange smell, the clothes were already so faded and torn that they were simply unsightly.
Someone asked, “Lara Jean, how much does he owe you?”
“400 dollars. It’s only a day’s expenses for me, but for him, maybe a month? Putting aside how much he owes me, this kind of person is really disgusting. He doesn’t even deserve to lick my shoes.”

Chuck’s expression was indifferent. He looked at Lara and took out 400 dollars from his bag saying, “I’ll return you the money now. I was really grateful when you were willing to lend me some money when I was starving, but you just slandered me. Let’s call it even now.”
Lara frowned and looked at the 400 dollars in his hand. She asked coldly, “Where did you get the money? Did you steal it or rob it?”
Someone said, “Let’s look at our pockets to see if we’re short of money.”
“I earned it myself,” Chuck said calmly.
“You?” Lara sneered and said, “Why don’t you look in the mirror before saying something so outrageous? How can you earn yourself 400 dollars in the morning? Did you sell your body or something?”

The whole class burst into laughter and said, “Hahahaha, I’m afraid that this guy is not worth so much money even if he goes to sell himself.”
Seeing as so many students laughed at him in the classroom, Chuck sighed and sat back in his seat. “Lara, don’t talk so mean.”
Lara snorted and put the money away, “Then tell me what you have done? Answer some of our questions!”

Chuck frowned for a long time and made up an excuse. He said casually, “I found and picked the money on the ground.”
“Oh, lucky eh?” Lara smirked, her malicious tone showing some envy.
The other students also asked with jealousy, “Hey, how much did you pick up?”
Many people were interested and asked one after another, “Yes, tell me, how much did you pick up?”

Chuck was speechless. He stared back at his classmates and continued to lie, “Two thousand.”
“What? You actually picked up two thousand? Damn it, that’s my living expenses for more than a month!”

All the students were surprised and envied him very much. If they had his luck and picked up two thousand dollars, their lives would be much more comfortable and easier.
“Hmph, you suck. Picking up other people’s money and claiming them as your own.”
“Such a shame of our class!”
When these “classmates” ridiculed Chuck because of jealousy, Queenie Carson was the only one who stood up for him in the class. But Chuck didn’t care about these mean words, so he just let them talk about it.

After class, Chuck went to Yvette Jordan’s staff room.
Because there was no class in the afternoon, Yvette was listening to music in the staff room. When she saw Chuck, her expression soured. “What are you doing here? Didn’t I tell you that you are not allowed to look for me in between classes?”
Chuck said with a wry smile, “I just want to tell you that I’m going to move out today.”
“You want to move out? Are you kidding?” Yvette sneered.
Since young, she had grown up with Chuck. Knowing him like the back of her hand, how could he move out? Does he want to sleep on the street?

But he had been timid since he was a child, even insisting to use her as his body pillow when sleeping. If it weren’t for the death of his grandfather, god knows how much longer she would’ve to be hugged by him to sleep. Yvette thought.

Such a person sleeping on the street? He wouldn’t dare to do that even if he had ten times the courage.
“I am not joking with you. I’ll move out today.”
Chuck said seriously.
“Well, I’d like to see how long you can. Don’t come back begging to me like a dog.”
“I won’t.”

After Chuck finished speaking, he turned around and left the office.
Yvette stared at his leaving figure thoughtfully. In the past, no matter how much she scolded him, he would not dare to talk back. She didn’t know what happened to him today.
All of a sudden, her phone rang. After picking up the phone, she quickly changed her tone and answered “Hello, Director Chester, what happened for you to suddenly call me up like this?”

A middle-aged man’s voice could be heard from the other end of the phone, “Yvette, I heard that your training company’s business is not good recently. Do you want me to introduce some business to you?”
Yvette’s heart was filled with joy. Her recent business in the training company could be said to be very poor. It was already very difficult for her to make any progress. If she did not show any improvement again, she was afraid that she would have to close the company in half a year. She had already lost more than 100,000 dollars in the past two months. It was also because of this that she was recently venting all her anger on Chuck.

After hearing Director Chester’s business proposals, a smile appeared on her face. “Yes, thank you for taking care of me, Director Chester!”
“Well, room No. 1218 in the Triumph Hotel tonight. Come over.”
“A hotel room?” Yvette was a little scared. “Director Chester, how about I treat you to a five-star hotel dinner in the urban area? A hotel…”
“What’s wrong? Not even showing me your pleasantness?”
“I don’t mean that, but…”

Instantly, a steeled cold voice was heard from the phone, “Hmph, forget it if you don’t come. This business is given by my friend’s company as his employees need to be trained. You should know how much money you can make from a big company with 50 to 60 people. If you don’t come, I won’t force you!”
Yvette was very conflicted. She didn’t want to go, but she didn’t want to waste this opportunity either. Just when she had wanted to negotiate, he hung up all of a sudden.
“If I don’t take the deal, I’m afraid that I’ll be going bankrupt.”

She decided to take the risk!
After leaving school, she drove home, planning to simply tidy up and change her clothes. However, when she just arrived at the door of the house, she saw Chuck coming out of the house with a suitcase.
The two of them looked at each other. Chuck said, “Wifey…”

As soon as he spoke, Yvette interrupted him with disgust, “Don’t call me like that!”
“Yvette, no matter what, you’ve been taking care of me for almost a year after grandpa’s gone, if you…”

Yvette snorted and said, “What’s wrong? Do you regret it? Do you want me to give you a chance?” Yvette sneered impatiently.
“No, I mean if you have any difficulties in the future, you can tell me.” Chuck nodded before walking past Yvette.

After all, he and Yvette had been sleeping in the same bed for so long. He still had some feelings for her in his heart.
Yvette was also absent-minded for a moment. She didn’t expect that this man, whom she looked down upon the most, would say such comforting words today. It was as though in a trance, she had found someone to rely upon.
But then, she smiled coldly and said, “Tell you? What good would it bring me to tell you? Can you give me money or bring me some customers? You can’t give me anything and you can’t even afford a meal yet you want me to tell you?”

Chuck shrugged. He still had more than one million dollars in his hand. Even if it was not enough, he still had his mother. The money would be transferred to his account with just a phone call. “If you need money, I can give it to you.”
Yvette feebly waved her hand and sneered, “You’d better keep the money for yourself to buy some cup noodles.”
Chuck did not defend himself. He left with his suitcase.

Chuck walked with his suitcase for a while. After inquiring about the hotels nearby, he got in a taxi and went to the Triumph Hotel.
The magnificent buildings, the glorious decorations, and the luxurious European interiors shocked him to his core.
This was the busiest hotel in the city, which the cheapest standard hotel rooms cost at least 800 dollars.

In the past, Chuck did not dare to think that he could spend in such a place, but now it was different.
When Chuck was about to go in, he saw Yvette’s car swerving in and parking itself in the parking lot.

Chuck was so shocked that he hid aside in a hurry.
“This is a hotel! What is she doing here?” Chuck felt extremely bitter in his heart. Is his wifey going to sleep with another man? Although the two of them didn’t get a marriage certificate and it was just grandpa’s arrangement, he felt very uncomfortable when he thought that the woman he once held in his arms was going to sleep with others.

After Yvette went in, Chuck took his luggage and walked in.
As soon as he entered the door, he heard a strange voice saying, “Oh my god, who is this? Isn’t this Chuck?”
Chuck turned his head and found Lara strolling in with her boyfriend, Conrad Lee in her arms. Lara’s face was full of scorn as if Chuck was not qualified to come to such a high-end hotel.
“Who is this?” Conrad glanced at Chuck and asked casually.
“Chuck Cannon, my classmate, I’m telling you, this person picked up two thousand dollars, but he didn’t return it and instead spent it himself. I really admire this kind of person.”

Conrad glanced at Chuck, the corners of his mouth twitching in sarcasm. “Haha, maybe this trash hasn’t seen two thousand dollars before.”
“Don’t talk nonsense about this kind of rubbish. Let’s go in quickly, my dear.” Lara held Conrad’s arm tightly in her arms as if she couldn’t wait to enter the hotel.

Chuck frowned slightly and ignored them, dragging his luggage into the hotel.
“A standard room please.” Conrad took out his identity card, and Lara followed suit shyly.
The pretty staff at the front desk checked on the hotel’s database and said, “I’m sorry, today’s standard room has been fully booked.”
“Ah…” Lara’s face was full of dissatisfaction and loss.
Conrad continued to ask, “How about a larger room?”
“I’m really sorry.” The pretty staff at the front desk checked again, her tone extremely apologetic. “Only the presidential suite is currently available.”

Conrad probed carefully, “The presidential suite? How much is that?”
He said so in a hesitant tone. For them, they would usually get a standard room that costs a few hundred dollars every time they got a room. As students, it was already pretty extravagant for them to spend a few hundred dollars like this.
“Yes, it’s 8888 dollars for the presidential suite.”
Conrad shook his head hurriedly. “It’s way too expensive.”
“Forget it, let’s go find another hotel,” Lara muttered and pulled Conrad out. But before they went out, they saw Chuck walking to the front desk.
“This loser really thinks that he is rich after picking up 2,000 dollars. Just look at his beggar-looking clothes? How dare he try to book a room in this kind of place?” Lara sneered.

Conrad also sneered. He was pretty sure that this guy had most two thousand dollars on him. He would definitely be shocked to death once he heard the price for a night in the presidential suite. However… “How’s that even possible?”

Conrad’s mind was filled with doubt as he watched Chuck walking towards the elevator with the room card in his hand.
“What’s going on? Wasn’t there no standard room?”
“How did that trash Chuck Cannon manage to get a room?”
Lara saw it too, and she became more and more annoyed. She walked quickly to the front desk and patted it hard, asking defiantly, “Hey, didn’t you just say that there was no standard room left? Why did you let that person book one then? Call your manager! I’m going to make a complaint that you are cheating your customers!”

Conrad’s face was cold too. After all, he was a VIP member of this hotel. How could he be fooled by such a receptionist? He was full of anger. “Hurry up and call out your manager.”
The reception girl at the front desk was stunned. After a long pause, she said helplessly, “You two misunderstood me. The standard rooms are indeed all fully booked. The room that sir has booked just now is the presidential suite.”
“How is it possible?” Lara’s face changed, before she retorted hurriedly, “It’s impossible. How can that broke idiot afford to book a presidential suite?”

The girl at the front desk handed over a form of available rooms just printed now. When the two of them saw the only VIP suite had been taken two minutes earlier, and all the rooms were checked-in, their faces changed dramatically.
“Could it be that he picked up more than two thousand? Probably twenty thousand?” Conrad could only think of such a possibility.
“It’s very likely!” Lara was even more jealous.

That broke idiot actually picked up 20,000 dollars! This was almost her living expenses for one year! What a stroke of luck!
“He is really good at spending money! Picking up 20,000 dollars and spending half of it lavishly, such a spendthrift!” Lara was bitter, and her face was full of discontent.
“Idiots are still idiots. He probably thinks that he is rich with that little sum of money. 20,000 dollars is my dad’s income for three or four days, but my dad will never waste it by booking a presidential suite. How dare a broke idiot like him even spent his slim stroke of luck like this! Hilarious!” Conrad laughed disdainfully.

Chuck placed his luggage in his room and went downstairs to eat. When Lara saw Chuck coming down from the elevator, she thought of something and whispered, “This loser loves to show off, right? Why don’t we play around with him for a while?”

Conrad was puzzled, “But how?”
Lara smiled slyly and shouted at Chuck, “Hey, Chuck!”

The Story: A Country With No Values

A British Lieutenant General Sir Fredrick Stanley Maude was tasked to conquer Baghdad In 1917.
Upon arrival to Iraq he came across a shepherd and his herd in a field, he asked his translator to offer a shilling to the shepherd and ask him to slaughter his dog.

A dog is very important companion to a shepherd. It warns him of all impeding dangers and guards the heard from wolves and thieves, but at that time, with a shilling one could buy half a herd…

The shepherd agreed to hee deal, grabbed his dog and slaughtered it at the feet of the General.

General Maude said to the shepherd; “I will give you an additional shilling to skin the dog!

The shepherd took the shilling and skinned the dog. Then the General offered the third shilling to cut the dog into quarters.

The shepherd took the shilling and chopped the dog. Now the shepherd told the General that for a fourth shilling, he would eat the dog, to which the General answered:

“I wanted to learn about your values in this country, and I discovered that you slaughtered, skinned and chopped your most trusted friend and companion for three shillings!

You are even ready to eat it for an additional one… That’s all I needed to learn about your country!”.

Then he addressed his soldiers and said,

“As long as this kind of mentality prevails in this country and you can buy anyone, don’t fear anything and no one!’ since that time and till our days, in that part of the world, officials have sold their countries, their people, their friends, their honor and their principles for a house in Europe and Bank Account in Switzerland, are you any different from that shepherd?

Are our shepherd’s in this country different from shepherds in Baghdad, Iraq and other parts of the corrupt and selfish world?

Let’s change the face of our Country.

Daily Watch Press, only relate this to you story because of its lessons and not for the source of it or its truthfulness.



Samade was a graduate of applied physics from Nigerian university, Nsukka before he ran mad. Samade was a fan of every villager for his abilities and talents. Abilities and talents madness could not snatch away from him. His dancing steps and melodious voice cannot be ignored by passersby. He sings and dances without musical instruments yet those who listened and watched him wished he was not mad for the ecstasy he gave to them.

His love life and marriage to Cynthia, another mad woman in the village was an envy of many couples. Samade and Cynthia had lived together in a self built self-contained under the popular bridge at Orile junction for 22 years. There were several times the villagers saw them quarreling but no one knew how they settled their differences.

Unfortunately Samade and Cynthia do not speak the same language. While Samade was from my village, Cynthia was from the Eastern part of the country. They lived together for 22 years without a long separation.

How they consented to live as couple and had 3 children is a riddle no one is yet to solve. They lived under same roof in quote, they had no source of income other than begging, they have no common sense, lacked counselors, never attended marriage classes, yet they lived together for 22years uninterrupted.

Samade and Cynthia were the Romeo and Juliet of their world, a perfect match to a fault. Mad but proud of each other and their union. They were seen severally kissing, hugging, caressing and sharing romantic moments together in the village.

They shared all things in common, they bathed together, played together, ate together, entertained their guests together, fought together, smiled together etc. Samade and Cynthia were an epitome of uncoordinated romantic folks. If they were not mad, they would have won the best couple of the year’s award.

The lesson in Samade and Cynthia’s romantic story is this; “If the insane can sustain a romantic relationship, the sane should be able to do better”. Unfortunately, most sane couples with common sense cannot stay together as husband and wife for 10 years without divorce or separation. Yet they have access to the good things of life. They have good shelter, good food, sound education, spiritual helps, finance etc.

The story of this mad couple inspired me when growing up in the village as a young boy. With this I made a covenant with my maker that I will have an enviable marriage. I told myself when I was 17 that “if a mad man can do it, I can do it better because I am at better advantage”.

Unfortunately, Samade died on 24th July 20… and Cynthia died too on 3rd September of the same year of depression and loneliness. Their children were adopted by 3 different families whose lives were inspired by the romantic life of the mad couple.

They were mad together

They lived together

They died together

Source: Anonymous but the lessons cannot be ignired.

The Story: What Goes Around, Comes Around

One day a man saw an old lady, stranded on the side of the road, but even in the dim light of day, he could see she needed help. So he pulled up in front of her Mercedes and got out. His Pontiac was still sputtering when he approached her.

Even with the smile on his face, she was worried. No one had stopped to help for the last hour or so. Was he going to hurt her? He didn’t look safe; he looked poor and hungry.

He could see that she was frightened, standing out there in the cold. He knew how she felt. It was that chill which only fear can put in you.

He said, “I’m here to help you, ma’am. Why don’t you wait in the car where it’s warm? By the way, my name is Bryan Anderson.”

Well, all she had was a flat tire, but for an old lady, that was bad enough.

Bryan crawled under the car looking for a place to put the jack, skinning his knuckles a time or two. Soon he was able to change the tire. But he had to get dirty and his hands hurt.

As he was tightening up the lug nuts, she rolled down the window and began to talk to him. She told him that she was from St. Louis and was only just passing through. She couldn’t thank him enough for coming to her aid.

Bryan just smiled as he closed her trunk. The lady asked how much she owed him. Any amount would have been all right with her. She already imagined all the awful things that could have happened had he not stopped.

Bryan never thought twice about being paid.

This was not a job to him. This was helping someone in need, and God knows there were plenty, who had given him a hand in the past. He had lived his whole life that way, and it never occurred to him to act any other way.

He told her that if she really wanted to pay him back, the next time she saw someone who needed help, she could give that person the assistance they needed, and Bryan added, “And think of me.”

He waited until she started her car and drove off. It had been a cold and depressing day, but he felt good as he headed for home, disappearing into the twilight.

A few miles down the road the lady saw a small cafe. She went in to grab a bite to eat, and take the chill off before she made the last leg of her trip home. It was a dingy looking restaurant. Outside were two old gas pumps. The whole scene was unfamiliar to her. The waitress came over and brought a clean towel to wipe her wet hair. She had a sweet smile, one that even being on her feet for the whole day couldn’t erase. The lady noticed the waitress was nearly eight months pregnant, but she never let the strain and aches change her attitude. The old lady wondered how someone who had so little could be so giving to a stranger. Then she remembered Bryan .

After the lady finished her meal, she paid with a hundred dollar bill. The waitress quickly went to get change for her hundred dollar bill, but the old lady had slipped right out the door. She was gone by the time the waitress came back. The waitress wondered where the lady could be. Then she noticed something written on the napkin.

There were tears in her eyes when she read what the lady wrote: “You don’t owe me anything. I have been there too. Somebody once helped me out, the way I’m helping you. If you really want to pay me back, here is what you do: Do not let this chain of love end with you.”

Under the napkin were four more $100 bills.

Well, there were tables to clear, sugar bowls to fill, and people to serve, but the waitress made it through another day. That night when she got home from work and climbed into bed, she was thinking about the money and what the lady had written. How could the lady have known how much she and her husband needed it? With the baby due next month, it was going to be hard….

She knew how worried her husband was, and as he lay sleeping next to her, she gave him a soft kiss and whispered soft and low, “Everything’s going to be all right. I love you, Bryan Anderson.”

There is an old saying “What goes around comes around.”

The Prose: Am I finished?

The Prose: Am I finished?

I was just goofing around on Facebook and saw one pretty sister and that was how the Casanova spirit inside me pushed me to send her friend request which she accepted after two days.

Some days later, I sent her that hand wave on Facebook messenger, she responded and that was how it all started. Something in me was saying take it easy, but this spirit of Casanova was really prepared to deal with me.

After I applied some pressure, she accepted and she even told me she did not want any unserious fellow but I keep assuring her I am different that my love is here to stay

Deep inside of me, I only came for the tithe and offering.

Last weekend she visited me in her Rav-4 and we spent the weekend together.

On Sunday morning, she asked me to drop her off at home which I obliged.

We drove close to Artillery Barrack where she pointed at the Army gates and she asked me to drive in.

I thought she was joking, but she was not. We got to the gate and the soldiers at the gate were saluting her.

At that point I didn’t know if the car’s AC went off or I accidentaly turned it off, but I began to sweat.

Luckily she did not notice. I dropped her off and she pecked me and told me to go with the car and use it as she would come to my place after service to discuss about our marriage. I managed to drive out of the gate.

Later in the day she came as promised and ask if she surprised me. I said not really; that I was proud of her…meanwhile I had peed like 20 times already.

Just this morning, she fully introduced herself as Major ENE her only two brothers are Lt Colonels in the Army and she is the only girl of her father who is a retired General.

I know I am dead, but I don’t know how dead I am.
My wife and kids are due to return next week.

The writer of this story is anonymous to Daily Watch Press.