The rich quick syndrome is always lurking in my core central(mind),i wud take a quick glance at a car and convincingly inbue the thought of having such a sleek ride but since i was a financially condemned chap such high pitched disillusions would wipe away as fast as it cud..life for we the common folks is a hell hole and it's still is. I braved myself up nd decided to opt for a quick means through money ritual this i thought would vamooze my problems bt finding the ryt babalawo was one hell of a job so with more trials and no luck in finding the ryt ''Baba'' i swayed towards sumtin else and i decided to become a sex vendor or better still asewo. I had swell time selling my body and it was a dream cum true.i wud offer my body and get wads of naira bills in return,what else could a chap ask for.

She had boobs the size of hefty books nd she's so cute she will definitely make ur heart mute. Have got no clue if am worth her shoes cz she's way too cul. She's divine nd maybe six feet high nd definitely nt my type. She's my dream girl nd yet she's a big girl.. Didn't even take note of me when i yelled......i gex sh3's way past my level even when it's past eleven or beta still quarter to seven..cz she's a wreck like nine'eleven.

I was the distinct sort,quite raw in my outlook, I was the sort of guy you would call a tout but I was sure not your everyday riff raff..Has a raz dude I had nothing I could call mine so in a rather hazy haste I would steal from those who had surplus and cheerfully call it mine!!!with this act of mine I was creating a balance between the{have} and{ have not} so I wouldn't say I was a thief cz I was more like robin hood......
I was the frayed sort with a trimmed up stature,five feet tall and I had this lovely scar on my face it was more like a tag or an identity card so to say,what I lacked in my physical outlook I was compensated for it with my cunning prowess..
am a bonafide hustler and i still am, but this desperate dude is looking for a way to opt out....here goes my story,sit back,relax and enjoy remember to get a bowl of pop corn to douse off the heat you would get from my story.....

Growing up was really tough but I was tougher,,in my work there is always a logic behind everything and the one behind bag snatching was that "the culprit should always be the first to raise the alarm” let me back it up with a bit of a story and a humorous one at that, While in a bus there was this buttered up lady seated ryt infront of me,she had a louis vuitton bag made of synthetic rubber so it was easy to see ryt through it,
with my blade I had a swell time creating a hole on the bag and lo and behold there was this wad of naira bills in it,with my specially made prong this made it a easy pick,she got ticked of that something was amiss and she looked back at me I quickly raised a false alarm and yelled “Madam” person don chuck hand inside your bag,she became wild and started cursing,I watched her cry out but I was never moved..that's all for now but there is more to come.

Has the shovel not compelled me to the hollowness of the sands, and deep down I start a new life of ease.. when alive,you curtailed me into the pleasures of life. But now am a ruffled up skin with worm holes to contend with. I was the chubby sort with a robust outlook but now am an outcast in this world. and that I seem to cherish. Why not wish death for this fellow for amidst the thoughts of life I toiled. The amusements of life are of ephemeral lenghts but I sure enjoyed mine to the brimmest. Death has they say is the ultimate price to pay just got mine done with. Now am all but conserved below.