I told a smoker to stop smoking because his lungs would go bad. And he asked me, what is benefit of dying with good lungs . Sometimes you don't need to advise a fool

Someone called me with an unknown number. I wanted to tell him it was a wrong number, but he called me “Stephen,” saying I was his brother and that he wanted to send me ₦35,000. The moment I heard ₦35k, I became less concerned about his identity.

Then the man said he didn’t want to send the money to my account. Instead, he told me to go to a POS shop and give the attendant the phone because he wanted to explain to her how he would send the money.

So I quickly ran to a nearby POS shop and asked the attendant how much it would cost to withdraw ₦35,000. She said ₦300. I then gave her the phone because the man was still on the line.

While they were talking, i noticed her pressing the POS machine. I thought maybe she was entering an account number or something—not knowing she was actually sending ₦35,000 to the caller 🥹

After the call and transaction, the lady told me she had sent the ₦35,000 I was shocked and said, “Sent what?”

To cut the story short, we tried calling the guy back, but his number was no longer reachable. When we checked Truecaller, his number was saved as “fool.

My question now is , who’s fit to bear the name(fool)?

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Title: “The Boy Who Sat by the Window”

The rain poured softly against the classroom windows, creating a calm rhythm that almost lulled everyone to sleep—except me.

I sat at the back, watching him.

The boy by the window.

He always sat there, earphones in, eyes distant, like he belonged somewhere else. No one talked to him. No one dared to. There was something about him—mysterious, quiet… untouchable.

“Why do you keep staring?” my friend whispered, nudging me.

“I’m not,” I lied, quickly looking away.

But the truth was, I couldn’t help it.

Every day, I found myself wondering what kind of world he lived in. What songs he listened to. Why his eyes looked so… sad.

Then one afternoon, everything changed.

Our teacher suddenly announced, “You’ll be working in pairs for your project.”

My heart dropped.

Names were called one by one, until—

“Y/N, you’ll be paired with… Ethan.”

The room went silent.

Slowly, I turned my head.

And for the first time… the boy by the window looked at me.

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Title: “The Boy Who Sat by the Window”
Part 2: The Unexpected Pair

The room stayed quiet for a second too long.

“Wait… him?” my friend mouthed, eyes wide.

I swallowed hard and stood up, slowly walking toward the empty seat beside him. Every step felt heavier than the last.

He didn’t move.

Didn’t speak.

Didn’t even look at me again.

“Uh… hi,” I said softly as I sat down.

No response.

Great. This is going to be awkward.

I took a deep breath and tried again. “So… about the project—”

“I’ll do it.”

I blinked. “What?”

“I said I’ll do it,” he repeated, his voice low and calm. “You don’t have to worry.”

That… wasn’t what I expected.

“But it’s a pair project,” I said, frowning. “We’re supposed to work together.”

For a moment, he stayed silent. Then he finally turned his head slightly, just enough for me to see his eyes.

And somehow… they felt colder up close.

“I don’t work well with others,” he said. “So it’s better this way.”

Something about that bothered me.

“Or maybe,” I replied, trying to sound braver than I felt, “you just don’t give people a chance.”

That caught his attention.

He fully looked at me this time.

And for a second—just a second—I saw something change in his expression.

“…You’re different,” he muttered.

My heart skipped.

“W-what do you mean?”

But instead of answering, he looked away again.

“Meet me after class,” he said.

And just like that…

My normal, quiet life started to feel like the beginning of something I couldn’t control.