In my younger days, I was stubborn. There's no two ways about it.

When I picked something, no one could make me drop it. When I thought something, no one could change my mind. I was very stubborn, strong-willed, opinionated call it whatever adjective you prefer... And had become something of a thorn in my mother's side. This often resulted in disobedience.

Frustrated, she sent me off to my Grandpa. He was the only person I would listen to. One the day I arrived, he had a hot meal of pounded yam and egusi awaiting me (it's a traditional nigerian delicacy- common among the Yorubas of Nigeria, West Africa) then afterwards we settled down to watch TV.

Later that evening, just before I was to go to bed...

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