The Suspicious Boyfriend

“What the fuck is this?” He said, flinging his hands around.

“You have to calm down now. You really have to calm down.” She replied.

“I have to calm down? After what I caught you doing I have to calm down?”

“And what is it that you caught me doing?”

“You were sleeping with your fucking boss! Damn!”

“You’re out of your mind,” she replied. “Now get out of my way before I push you.”

“Okay, hold on a minute. I saw your boss downstairs, he was obviously coming from the room or something. He was fucking smiling when he saw me. Now I’m in the room and your panties is on the floor and your blouse is on the floor. Tell me, babe, what should I think?”

“I pulled them off for you, idiot. I don’t even know why I try.”

“Babe, hold on. Babe… babe! You storming out naked.”

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3 Ways To Achieve Financial Freedom

We are all trying to break through many struggles in life, thinking of where the next meal, or house, or car, or anything fancy is going to come from. We all aspire toward some form of greatness, some form financial freedom.

But the truth is financial freedom doesn’t come easy, you have to toil and toil except you’re from some financially rich background. And even if that’s the case, you might still want to make something for yourself.

I don’t judge people based on fortunes they were born into. Be you rich or poor, life is 10% what happens to you and 90% how you react to it. If you have a good head start, then good for you. End of the day, quality of life is what really matters, how influential you’ve been in other people’s lives.

But for clarity sake, what is financial freedom?

Financial freedom is the level you reach when you have amassed enough income to live the life you want.

Take note of the word want. Remember that want is different from need. You need what is necessary, you want what you want dream. Two very different things.

Okay, enough talk. What must you do today to be truly financially free?

Here are some tips:

1. Spend Less Than You Can Afford

I’m sure this isn’t your first time of hearing something like this, but it doesn’t make it any less true or valid.

Truth is, you need to be as frugal as you can be.

People run into financial troubles most times because they spend more than they can afford.

This tip is telling you to spend way less than you can afford. Instead of going for that 10 bucks meal, make it a 5. Yea, even though you can afford a 20. That’s the whole point to this.

2. Learn to Bargain

Some people say they don’t bargaining skills. I say, there’s no such thing, we all learn as we go.

Negotiation is an art. It’s a skill you just have to learn to be financial emancipated. It’s very important.

“It’s 10 bucks, can I pay 5?”

“That’s too low, take it for 9.”

“Okay, you know what, I’ll give you 7, that’s all I have.”

3. Save

Probably the oldest trick in the book, right? But still very useful.

I also tell people, money has one language; save me today and I’ll you tomorrow.

Thanks for reading. The hustle is real indeed. I hope I was of help here. If so, then share, like, comment, anything.

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This Blogging Thing is Hard

Look, this blogging thing is hard. Sometimes it doesn’t even make sense why I get on some platform called WordPress and write things only a dozen people will see. You kind of get the feeling that you’re wasting your time.

I’ve seen on a blog post or two how it is important that you write for yourself or a particular reader, but you can’t neglect the fact that some amount of recognition is also important in encouraging the blogger. The likes and the views matter.

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Human beings are social beings. We love when we’re being recognized, when we’re being seen, it kind of validates our existence.

“Oh, they know I’m alive. My work matters. What I do matters. I matter.”

Those words up there are some serious dopamine actuators, pure motivation.

It is good to feel good about yourself and also about what you do. Whether you write, take photos, do lab science, work in a bank, an engineer, an artist, it is very important to feel good about yourself.

Fortunately and unfortunately, we live in a world were we have to pay for things to move, you know, there’s got to be some kind of stimulant; money. To get these views you have to pay. You have to pay to promote your posts and your site. It kind of makes sense, but we also see a lot of junk being promoted.

Thanks for reading, friends. Victor here, I love to share thoughts about the world, stories and other things. Well, thanks for reading. Stay tuned.

Quantum Prim


“So how do I get to stabilise information in the quantum realm?” I asked Prim.

“First, what’s your name? I don’t even know you.”

“You can call me Vance.”

“Hmm. Okay, Vance,” she paused, “If you want to get things to be stable here, then you have to feel.”

“How?” I asked.

“You need to understand that your emotions are also information. What you feel affects the world around you.”

“I hear that every time in the real world…”

“What do you mean by real world?” Prim asked, interrupting me. “Do you mean to say that my world is any less real than yours.”

“That’s not what I mean, Prim. I just wanted to say that in the world of big things, emotions don’t really matter.”

Prim’s face grew dour.

“That’s sad,” she said. “Can you do this in your world?”

Before I could reply, Prim disappeared.

“What the? Prim, where are you?” I panicked.

I suddenly felt a nudge on my back. I turned back abruptly. I saw nothing.

“Prim, is that you? How are you even doing this?”

Next, I heard her voice all over the quantum space around me. It echoed. I turned round and round and still didn’t see her.

“Emotions,” she echoed.

“Okay, okay, I got you. Could you come back now?”

I felt another nudge on my back.

“Could you just stop doing that?”

I turned and there she was, grinning from ear to ear.

“Your turn,” she said.

“My turn, what? Do you expect me to do what you just did?”

“Just remember, Vance, nothing is impossible.”

“I hear that in my world all the time,” I replied.

“Just remember to be calm. You have to relax your frequency.”

“What does that even mean, my frequency?”

“Grandma explains it better, she taught me everything.”

“You have a grandma in this place? Wow!” I exclaimed, in apparent shock.

I was just in awe of everything. How is it even possible that a family can live here in the quantum world where everything is a billion times smaller? I was filled with anticipation, I just wanted to know as much I could about this world I’ve shrinked myself in.

“So how do we get to her? Do you guys have like cars or something?”

“Hold me,” Prim said.

I held her with questions on my mind.

“Ready?” she asked.

“Ready for what?”

“Aaaaah!” I screamed above my quantum lungs.

It was as if my body was leaving ghosts behind, like I was fading somehow. And we were whisking through this narrow-like tube. It was the scariest thing I had ever experienced.

“What was that?” I asked, panting.

“That, my friend, is quantum tunnelling. It’s how we travel here,” she grinned mischievously.

“And what was that thing happening to me? I felt like I was a ghost or something.”

“It’s called phasing. My goodness, how do you guys travel in your world?”


To be continued. Thanks for reading, guys. Quantum Prim is a story that metamorphosed from a previous story, Operation Get My Post Back. I’m as ecstatic as you are about where this is going. Thanks again for reading.

Operation Get My Post Back


I was writing a post I thought was saved, only for the page to refresh and bring me half of what I wrote.

“No. I can’t take this anymore,” I said.

I took the quantum shrink gun I bought on the dark web, pointed it to my head and pulled the trigger.

In no time, a beam of particles enveloped me and I could instantly feel myself shrinking. It felt uncomfortable at first, little everyday objects becoming bigger than me. But it’s something I had to do to get my post back.

My phone rang. It was Loveth.

“Hello, Loveth, I can’t speak right now, I’m shrinking.”

“Hello, did you say you’re shivering?”

“No, Loveth, shrinking.”

“Hello… hello…”

I couldn’t hear her. The quantum signal modulator was interfering with the cellular network.

By now I was so tiny, I could tell because I had started seeing the things I had never seen before, the things that only existed in biology textbooks.

What I saw next could swallow me effortlessly. It looked like an insect, but a micro insect. I thought of being eaten by a micro insect, where would they find me?

But it was a risk I was willing to take, to get to the world of 1s and 0s, to get my post back. I had written about a thousand words, and half of it just disappeared into nothingness. Google chrome, argh!

The shrinking stopped. I was now in the quantum world. A world that made no sense. Things just appeared and disappeared at will. It was a crazy world, a world without control.

But I wasn’t there to tour, I was there to find my missing post. Posts shouldn’t just disappear from text editors. In the real world, things shouldn’t disappear like this crazy quantum world I found myself in.

I saw a string of information dancing and blinking away. It was my missing post. I just knew it like some quantum instinct.

I made for it. But as soon as I grabbed it, it disappeared and appeared in a different place. I tried a couple more times and the same thing happened. I just couldn’t interact with this world I was in and it was getting me so angry.

“You’re doing it the wrong way.” A shrill voice said.

It was like the whole place became one big speaker.

“Argh!” I screamed in terror, “who are you and how are you even here?”

“Be calm, would you, you gonna mess up the whole place with your emotions.”

“I don’t even know you, who are you?” I asked.

“My name is Prim,” she replied.

“And how did you get a quantum shrinker?” I asked.

“Uh… let’s see. I didn’t!” She chuckled, “Though grandma has told me about it before, it was what–“

“Wait,” I interrupted, “You mean to say you were born here?”


“How’s that even possible? Are there like hospitals and stuff?”

“Dude, look around you, you’re literally in the land of possibilities.”

She was right, I had forgotten for a moment where I was.


Well, guys, just strutting my stuff here. Let me know what you think about the read. Have you ever lost a post while typing before? How did you feel? And should I keep this going?