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o level was interesting:
I grew up being the "church boy" kind of guy,
And I'm sure not going to continue on that part.
Atleast I tried in portraying that stray guy picture to my peers in school.

When people mention peer pressure with the focus of their words being influenced by other kids,
I find it hillarious because most often than not, its always the other way round.

You see my dear parents in the house,
locking up your kids always at home is not the best solution for them.
And I'm not saying you should let them out either,
My experiences and a bunch of other kids have made me realize that it pays a whole lot more better when you educate your kids about the realities of life and why they should choose the part you want them to follow.
take them out to meet other people who can help them to ask questions,
of cause without fear of purnishment.
it might shock you,
when you get to find out the kind of things this kids know.
I remember when I was 10years in my jss1,
a jss3 student then asked one of our church kids teacher an interesting question.
This kid wanted to find out if its true that too much of sperm is bad for the male figure,
how the man handled it reduce the tension we kids had:
and alot of them sheard their experiences/questions.
I was dumb founded by what this kids know.

I've always wanted to be close to my father growing up,
but for reasons best known to him he has a way of killing your spirit with his choice of words.
he can re-echo your faults over and over again,
oh and those moments of spanking were not funny....
men!!!
I was spanked from my butts to hands and back,
but all that cannot be compered to my o'level trauma lolz...
I guess everyone had had their experience with some seniors,
at some point in their life.

in my JSS3 I wanted so bad to make money,
I remember marketing GNLD to many people then.
I met my friends parents,
stocked in my coperate wear(some second hand over sized cloths)
and seriously speaking to them about the benefits.
with such a comand of diction
(i've always been in the debate club, so my ability to defend my stand on anything is second to none till date)
/zeal and passion.

I still laugh at myself when i remember those days,
there was also a time we sold a particular sport product.
Oh my gosh!
we treacked our life's out,
we were virtually every where; from the markets, to the streets, and even to mamy at the army baracks funny.
we made cool cash thou,
I fixed a friends bicycle and enjoyed riding it lolz.

all this without my parents knowing,
if they had known they sure would have giving me the spankiing of my life.

That aside it was in my JSS3 I first learned how to drive a car lolz,
I was only 13.
A kid driving a car was one of the best feelings ever,
with my big head I was feeling like the biggest boy in town.
it started from smuggling and driving about the whole area with my dads first car,
oh it was fun in those days.

forward to my ss3 i've tried other ventures of cause some of which i cannot start to mention here.

Okay after my ss3 my plan was to become a prof at 30,
and I make bold to mention it to whoever cares to listing.
I remember being nick named prof at some point of my life,
but all that was about to change.

I consider my life's journey as a privillage,
because I attended one of the best Universities in Nigeria lolz.
Atleast I like to see it that way, Ahmadu Bello University Zaria, I'm proud of my alma matters.

Although I wanted going for NCAT zaria,
but we couldn't aford a
#1,000,000 not to talk of
#7,500,000 to sturdy there.

Schooling in A.B.U Zaria opened my eyes to alot of oppurtunities that can be taped in this country.
oh how I did alot of researches my class was 2013.
And my project is something I look forward to doing on a comercial scale.

From that year till date I've made alot of discoveries,
I had ran different test and what have you,
But all that was about to change.

Now i'm about to enter the crux of the matter.


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to be continued

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So for the first time in my life,
I think I can relate to the people who we presume took the cawardly part of suicide.
Awwchh let that sink alittle bit,
albit its my diary so I can vent my anger/joy;
1. with my highs and lows
2.my truimph and failures
3.my experiences and my theories e.t.c
the thought of suicide:
some from guilt while others from the scorching beating of the sun and the light mockery blickering from the down of every new day...
Wishing everyday could be your last not willing to see the sun set contemplating the existance of God and why the world could be so cruel...
first Isolation:
tempering wind of unbearable test,
or should I say stretch of human endurance.
Patience they said is a virtue,
but for how long I think
Myles Muroe was right; for saying "the most frustrated person on earth is a man with a vision but lacks the resources to attain it"
for me it was quit a long journey.
enough of the puzzle and time wrangling, I must confess I really don't know what to term this diary....
stay tuned as I take you my guest through my little life journey.


Okay from my o'level some 17 years ago,
but before then a little background:

I was the best pupil throughout my primary school,
I must confess it excites me beating all of those rich kids hands down.
My brothers/sisters I would say were both happy/jealous at the same Time,
quite a contrast of complexity:
but you know African parents weakness of comparing their kids.
My parents were not wealthy,
but they did tried their best in sending us to the best school as of that time during the millitary erra.

the millitary governor/top army chiefs/ambasadors kids where in that particular school.

I remember when it was a norm for me to go get my first position gift every end of 3rd term,
oh how proud my mama was seeing her boy bit all those rich kids hands down.

at home I must confess there were many times we lacked what to eat in a whole day,
oh the sorrow i felt for seeing my mamas tear's.
My dad was not left out because I still remember vividly,
how my dad strugles to farm and work just to meet ends meet.

okay enough of that part;
like I mentioned earlier some 17years ago,
the birthing of my entrepreneurship spirit began.

In my Jss level I can remember being discouraged over and over and over again,
my Dads solution to the present hardship was to make sure that we become medical doctors.
I guess his mindset was greatly influenced by the realities on ground then....


To be continued

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