THE STORY OF MY LIFE
There are lots of things I would want to amend in my life if time would mercy treat. The prayer and struggle of my mum brought me this far. Not that I am not a good boy, infact, I have been a good boy since the day I knew life is a mysterious mystery with mysterious mysteries.
Being admitted into the university has been one of the prayer points in our family and God rained His rain of mercy and granted me that.
Our joy, especially mine knew no bound and my mother did everything within her reach to make life comfortable for me during my years in the school.
The first year wasn’t easy but I tried my possible best to make things easy.
Choosing friends wasn’t really hard because many came and wanted to associate with me because I was a role model, a cynosure and a dream guy for almost all ladies except Loretta and her friends who didn’t see anything good in my academic exploits.
I turned down many proposals down especially from Clinton and Jackson whose lifestyles were the the irony of mine. Life seemed interesting and promising after my first year because my failure in all the courses I was offering was C which I had just one.
I was officially the only scholar in my department and I wasn’t denied the benefits attached to it.
Many people wanted to associate with me the more and that increased my fame and prestige.
I decided to pokenose in what they were doing in the other world and I tell you, it was all the fun my flesh has been longing for.
“Little socialisation won’t kill you” so my real man in man whispered to me and I played a loyal servant.
That wasn’t a bad idea at all because that was when I became to know important people the more. But something brought me back to the drawing board. There is always a sad story, a tragedy but it comes in two ways, either a natural tragedy or a tragic flaw.
Just follow me as I unfold mine.
Till I cross your path again-
I hang my pen 🖋
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