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pls people, wat do u do to someone thass very annoying on the outsider buh very goodhearted on the inside

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i understand ur not understanding. Its actually a thing of the mind

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*this is me finally doing this*


At the end of this diary you will understand the statement above.




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Em, let me start by saying that i am going to write this diary as the words come to mind. So if in the process of though, i am stuck and am in that period of 'err err em', am going to put it down like that.

Thank you.


In d mean time i am extremely nervous. Reasons been that this the first time ever am writing anything for the public eye. But i bet every thing is going to be fine. Meanwhile,while this is not a professional piece and will not be a perfect projection of what the public may desire, it is an expression of a part of life. All criticism is welcomed be it mild or wild. Lol, as i see it as a part of a phase. Another thank you.



I begin...
Different people have different reasons for starting a Diary. Well, mind is this; i write. Like i love to write. I am a writer-holic(that is if there's a word like that). Its been there since i knew myself and if am not mistaken, the first time i ever composed a story or anything writeable was in my primary 2 and my Daddy had just rushed my Mommy to the hospital because she was in labour. So i stole my elder brother's pen(since i was still using pencil at the time) and began to write a story of how i was going to have a baby sister and how she would be so tall and beautiful and how she would have curly hair and how she'll be very chubby and how we will be all chubby together wen we grow up. The end. The main reason for writing this was because Mommy and my elder brother had fantasied so many times about having a baby boy while i desperately needed a baby sister. So to prove my point, i needed to write it down.

Meantime, wen mommy returned home two days later, d baby was born. It was a she and she looked chubby and beautiful and she had curly hair but she wasn't as tall as i expected. Childish expectations i must say.

But i still showed mommy my story and whether she liked it or not, she assured me that "tar tar" is happy and that left me happy. And so this passion of mind began. And time began to set its pace in my life to put things in the right places. Times when i fell ill, times i felt better. Times i thought i had grown taller. Times i thought i was ugly. Times when i felt suicidal, times when i felt gory, times when i felt happy and times when i felt evenly evil. There were also times when i felt stupid, times when i acted wise. Times when i realised i had truely grown up and times when i came to realize that writing could be a part of my life. There were the times also when i came to a conclusion that nobody is ugly and that every body is beautiful, with just the right time and tide.

Then it was again, that urge, that desire to scribble something down, anything. And so in my JS2, in some topnotch University Demonstration Secondary School, i wrote a story. That was my first story ever and it was about the lives of three friends in a secondary school within the university environs.(apparently, a story sorrounding my circumstances. Obviously, that was the environment in schooled in). And we all know how stories like these go. Lol lol lol. There's always that boy in the school who is the cutest but then is in cult(with those University boys)and then tries to get every one else to join cult. And then there's this good girl who sees the good in him and tries to make him leave his bad habits. This good girl character was in the clique of the three girls mentioned earlier. Now the other two friends begin to envy the "good girl" as she's got the cutest guy. They join bad gangs. They try to hurt their friend. They kidnap her. They demand ransom from her parents while they join in the search for missing "good girl". Then as all young stories would have it, nemesis caught up with them and they get betrayed and former mr bad boy cultist is somegow involved in the rescue story and then all ends well.

Am sorry if the story line above confuses anyone reading this, but i was in JS2 and i was barely 12 but trust me, my friends who read it back then were super excited. The story turned out to be massive. After typing it on an A4 paper with single line spacing, it totaled about a hundred and something pages.

My mom loved it. My family loved it too but my mom loved it better and she promised to support me in anyway, so I'll get there.(the 'there' been that famous phase of been a writter or maybe that stardom 'there'. Whichever way she was ready to help).

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Shoutouts: YungTemi(pls help me call that moniker u suggested is a good analyist), Adesina12(heard ure the popcorn guy), babysho, oludare007, Hadampson, moscow0147, Ayam confidence, madamkilljoy, freecocoa, jackpot, ABJDOT, sleeknick, isiAbuncha, Ade345, omolodMikman93, senrino, sucess001, arise007, Ohara1901, Aseki, Fellycutie, timbros, Benzyyn, Caspian22, sucess001, dabrake, Mendie2, kadata, slimfredo, Debeloved87, kambee, logoDWhiz, kayspark27(no vex i no why i just mention u)

PS:sorry if i did bore u with a mention. I randomly did a mention to all my followers