Hi. My names are Adesola Amos Afolabi, I hail from kwara state, in Nigeria. The story of my life might be awkward to some of you but at the same time what most of you passed through..No wild thinking my parents are still alive. A fact is dat dy are very religious. NB... YOU CAN ENCOURAGE ME OR CRITICISE ME ALL WOULD BE WELCOMED IN GOOD FAITH. Join me as I replay my life in a written form. You are welcome on board.

19th Dec. 19** was a memorable day for my parents. That was the I was given birth to. I came out oblivious of what is happening around me, well I cried like most babies do. I can't possibly recall what happened when I was growing up from age 0-3. But there's something I won't probably forget and that's d day my younger sister was given birth to. Maybe I would say she became a problem in my life because all d favours I received den, ceased. Everybody seems to like her so much dat they despised me. It got to a point where she could make friends from d neighborhood while d only friends I had den were my classmates and we only chat during break periods. Well no matter how you try to keep me from having a friend near me, I would still find a way to get one. There was this girl from in our compound (we lived in a rented duplex...we occupy the down floor) not to forget, some of my uncles and aunties stayed with us. back to d gal tin. her name was Mary.

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