It was the beautiful girl and she was smiling with dimples on her smallish face
''Hi'' I replied,I am famous and you?i queried.I am amaka.Are you not going for a break she asked and she didnt allow to answer instead she pulled me up,help me clear my desk and then we went to buy some snacks.
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The compound was spacious and there was a church in it,students were shouting almost at everycorner of the compound.we went to the bookshop and she bought some snacks which we shared.

Thanks i said and went to my mum's class.
morning ghost moders....

Introduction...I am known as famous(real name withheld)...I am the first and only son of a teacher(mum) and a businessman(dad) though I had a sis.
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We lived at an area in onitsha before we transferred to another area near my mum's school and the area in particular is FEGGE IN ONITSHA...and to cap it all,our street is the worst street in fegge,where militancy,cultism,violence and smoking is the main activities...


98% of kids that grew in the street are useless(dunno if it's a curse),a street where saints are turned to devils(you might be wondering how this place still exist but ride on with me to my adventures in this wonderland)
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When we arrived at the new street,we unpacked our things from the vehicle,arranged our things and Yea its time to make new friends.
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There was this boy named thankGod,he is bully,and i like em as friends so I added him to my list........there was this girl,dark in complexion,my age(6),beautiful,she was the girl that's gonna explore my se.xual life.This same girl have other two brothers and a sis all my elders.
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Finally its monday and I gats register for school and its my mum's school.the school is actually the best private school in the area and most richmen kids school,I must be lucky or so I thought.
After the registration,i went to my class to see the same thankGod the bully and that beautiful girl in my class and damn I was happy.Our teacher is a lady,fair in complexion and she is my mum's friend,she helped me secure a seat in the front row of the class and i was given special attention courtesy of my mum.
Finally it was break time,I stayed back in the class and was loss in thought(thinking about my old friends)when somebody tapped me in the back.

...........Her side of the story........

She was preparing breakfast when he (my namesake) came back and told her what happened,she immediately went insearch of me from street to street all to no avail then she started wandering along a road that connected all the streets and that was where she found me.she said the woman was about taking me to ABS but who knows?

Back to my story...we went home that day after thanking the woman and my mum became over protective from then.
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We spread mat in the middle of the house we lived and chatted as it is a public four in one house with space @ the middle of the four houses.we do that every eve but this eve is again A DREADFUL EVENING.As we are sleeping(me and my sis)@ the center of the house,my mum was chatting and then suddenly everybody started running (again).I stayed there not knowing what was happening till a white cat came to where I lay and looked me in my eyes for some time and left.
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Mama chinenye is woman who once lived in the same house with us but later relocated to a nearby building but keep visiting us though she is a troublemaker and have had several problems with the landlord...
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On a fateful friday afternoon,she called my mum to her house who inturn took us to her house.she offered us biscuits which my mum rejected and after some time,they told us to play

...........My mum's side of the story................
I want to destroy that house and its occupants,she said...while I listened...we will carryout massive attack and i wouldnt want you to be there so it would be better if you pack out as it would be recurring.
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After a week or two,we are set to pack out from the house to the street that held my history,the home of gunners and sappers,the abode of the dead,the haunted street,the cursed street,the all rugged street,the anyhow ghetto and most of all the DREADED GHETTO.
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Now the story starts and pals please drop comments to encourage me.
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Thanks all

comments are welcomed for encouragement
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thanks

We set out for the barber's shop,when we reached,there was many people in the shop as it was the only one around(late 90s).suddenly everybody started running and I started running too but where am I running to??

I dunno.I kept running till I came to a street and everything looked normal,I decided to look for my namesake but how,where??we didn't tell anybody we're going out as that my namesake was the first and only son then likewise me so he was showered with money unlike me.

It was getting hotter in the afternoon as I was wandering and crying.I didn't eat anything that morning and its late afternoon,plus ''I am man must wack'',my stomach was rumbling,my feet was aching,my nose was running,my face was dusty and infact I am the opposite of good.

As I was crying,a woman of about 40yrs approached me,she asked me some questions and bought me akara balls while I was eating the akara,my nose was running like bore hole while I was eating the akara ball courtesy of my gap teeth...lol

Before I noticed,people were gathering and i dont care to know what they said only what i know is I am damn hungry.

The woman took my hand as we headed for the nearest junction,as we were about to board the bus,somebody came running with full nitro like lamborghini and when I turned back,''It was my mum''.

my dad stayed for a month before he went back to wherever he came from leaving us in tears tho I never really missed him then.

It's my last term in nursery school and so far I am a bright pupil as my mum is a teacher and history has it that teacher's kids are usually intelligent and I am No exception.
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I would be attending the primary version of my school next term as it is owned by my mum's elder sis who is rich and his husband is my mentor till date and fortunately,their first son is my namesake...and that was how he(the son) became my friend then
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..........My namesake.............
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He was a boy of about 10years when i was four and we played football,swell and other kiddy plays till ONE DREADED DAY
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Escort me to that barber's salon,the one at the end of the street he asked
''Ok'' I replied as I went to wear my slippers not knowing it is what MERLIN CALLED THE DOOMS DAY

''Good afternoon booda'',I greeted...
the man kept mute and instead give out a little smile...He was a man in his early 30's,dark,about 5'9 or more...He wore expensive jean trousers and long sleeve packet shirt with italian boots to match.He wore a gold wrist watch and at his side is a travelling bag.He looked like he just flew in.I kept my distance from where he seated and went to seat at the seat opposite his as we waited for my mum's arrival from school.
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Mum goodafun'' I greeted
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''Goodafternoon my baby'' my mum responded hugging and pecking me at the same time.
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''where is your sister''?? She asked and I responded she is with bloda upstairs.
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We went up to meet the man playing with my lil sis
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''Godfrey'' my mum shouted in bewilderment,and went to hug him while I wonder who this strange wealthy man was?
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He told my mum what transpired between us(me and him) earlier and my mum started blaming him.
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My mum called me and said ''Baby he is your father'' and she was blaming him for not staying around as his son couldn't recognize him.Yea i shouted in my mind ''I got my dad back''.

Continues shortly

This is the story of a boy who walked through the dark side of life and still walking (I guess)

follow my story and you'll never regret it.
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