iLegend:

The next day I saw her and her friend in my house and I was so excited! I had no personal room, so I was thinking of where to take her and the unbelievable happened.
She greeted my father and mother and she gave the letter to my dad! Omg! I'm dead.
God where a you? Then,
...to be continued.
— iLegend

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Ok

Jss3 year 2004

Continue with your story

IPhone abi ilegend you don Come again

Come! OP,are you MAD?? abi Ogun don dey dance Alanta ontop your head??
If you don't come back here and finish this sh.it,ehnn!

I done die!!! yeye gal she go still cum love am at last. oya op continue

Ivyy should come and see how women change people's lives .

iLegend:
Why I became a womanizer and why I need to stop. A true story that touches the heart! — by iLegend.
(Wish I could get my sp.erm back).

— iLegend

If you need it do bad, next time do it in a bowl send it to a sperm bank or drink it. Although the latter is disgusting.

When I was in secondary school am d best catalyst of letter writing to gals.

Make i book space b4 lala come

Hmmm, Op i hope dis movie, Ooops sorry i meant your life story, is worth the waiting oh? ...

waiting here

If u no come finish dis story ehh tund go faya u




Sarah shift make sit down watch too..

This story is eerily familar...........






Do I have a doppelganger

;Dsee wetin I de miss
Op church never finish from church?

Hilarious

So the summary is that resentment made you a badass or lemme say 'Player'

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Chai
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Eeeeyah...

iLegend:
Why I became a womanizer and why I need to stop. A true story that touches the heart! — by iLegend.

I have come a long ways with women. My crazy encounters with women as a teenager and how they influenced who I Am today!

The good, the bad and the ugly!

Part 1

In 2004, while in JSS3, I fell in love with the most beautiful girl in my class. This is what we call the epitome of black beauty.

Other girls in class wanted to be in her 2 girls' clique, but she doesn't allow them.

My uncle has one of the best handwriting in the world. If you read his notes you'd want to meet him, because you'll think he's the most intelligent man.

By their handwritings we shall know them!

I'm considered to be one of the smartest students in class. I perfectly mimicked my uncle's handwriting and added some swag to mine. (I love stylish things!).

Everyone in my class wanted this little girl, and I was no exception.

One thing I hate about her is she's too pretty and intelligent. Though, she's not a threat, but close.

I tried approaching her for a month, and whenever it's time to go and talk to her my head goes blank and my heart starts pounding like a pounded yam. I quit!

Then, I'll enter an uncompleted classroom and cry. I cried because I question my intelligence.

I'm among the top 3 students in my class, yet I can't talk to a woman. I felt unworthy of my knowledge.

I thought I was possessed. I talk to everyone in my class as a prefect, yet I can't talk to this girl to be my girlfriend, except it's just an ordinary classroom conversation. I almost killed myself.

One good day, I asked myself, "hey! Young man, you're smart and you have a handwriting everyone in your class would kill to have, why don't you write her a letter?"

I brought out my 60 leaves and drafted a letter.

Dear Jennifer, (not her real name).

I am very happy to write this letter to you.
How are you and your family? I hope you're fine...

The letter went on forever and before I realized, I had written a novel. Lol

In that letter/novel, I promised to marry her, train her in school and other crazy things my father at that time couldn't afford. (Silly me).

When I make a mistake I tear the note and rewrite. It took me a day to finish this novel without a single mistake or typo!

I was very happy that I was about to get a girlfriend. Mehn! When I mas.turb.ate all I think of is her and no one else. It was very serious! (Wish I could get my sp.erm back).

I compiled the letter/novel and called a JSS2 student who was my partner in crime to give her the letter and he did.

The next day I saw her and her friend in my house and I was so excited! I had no personal room, so I was thinking of where to take her and the unbelievable happened.

She greeted my father and mother and she gave the letter to my dad! Omg! I'm dead.

God where a you? Then,

...to be continued.

— iLegend

A womaniser is nothing but an irresponsible man
who lacks dignity and honor