Hey peeps, it's your boy Gofwane.

Once again i'm here with a very short story about a true life experience i had some 7-8 years ago during my days as a bahd bado baddest.

Not trying to blow my trumpet, but i honestly don't know if it is my intelligence, my fearlessness, my unpredictable nature or my disregards for anyone that doesn't respect himself, no matter his age or position, that singles me out in a crowd.
Anywhere i happen to find myself in, i instantly become the centre of attention both positively and negatively may be because i am an EXTREMELY stubborn person
I do the unthinkable and undo-able at a time when nobody least expects. As a result, i've been through so many experiences that sometimes when i share them, people will think that i am lieing. Anyway, let me not bore you with talks about my personality.


I just feel like sharing this experience with you all. You may be able to pick one or two lessons from it if you can identify any or you can read it just to pass time.

This was how my first ever birthday celebration went down.....

PS: Abeg don't mind the typos and my gbagaun english i am not a writer and neither am i having plans of becoming one- at least not at the moment of this typing so save your criticism for the deserving OPs. Thanks!

Typing.........

Okay kontinue

Finish this story bruv.

That's my nigga, u too much

Nice one baba

please coman kwantinu the yarn mbok