Fastforward to when i wrote common entrance examination.Was happy! I ate, slept, play and do things that satisfied me.Mom was always in the market.

In those days, my dad always told me about the 2003 U.S Invasion of Iraq.My dad was the person who layed the groundwork for my love of international politics.He usually tell me that i will become a "teacher in the university" in the white man country, probably in America where one of my uncle lives.

I was thinking of becoming a lawyer, then.I asked him how he knew i would be a university teacher(professor) in a white man country and he replied that looking at me, I am a good teacher and he saw it that i would be a "world known university teacher" (world-renowned professor).

I first heard the name Vladimir Putins from my dad.Then, it sounded to my ear like "valadimiru puting", u know dad was barely educated(stoped in pri3 or so) in the '60s.But he can read and write.I'm smitten by my dad's frightfully spiffing intelligence.

He was the one that there was war in Ukraine in 2014.I grew up to understand it was Russia's annexation of Crimea, sadly he died shortly before the invasion of Ukrain by putin.

My dad is not a pro-America but he admires their power.He loves Barack Obama but loves George Bush more.He told me of the Bush family from Prescott Bush to Jebb Bush.

I can still recalled vividly when he was condemning the U.S Supreme Court for striking down laws banning same-sex as unconstitutional.

He told me about Barack Obama until i was obsessed with the man.

I once fell in love with Sasha (Obama's 2nd daughter) but that is story for another day.

My dad's impact in my life is great, but some of his failures and lack of care or harsh treatment were also grave mistakes that hurt me emotionally.

Sometimes he prefers to eat with my half-bros leaving me out.Anytime i go visiting them, they leave me out of their family meeting.Sometimes he held meeting with his male children and only my three half-bros attends it.They dont invite me.He was harsh on me for every single mistake.At a point i told myself that i will hate him 'til i die.

I will never forget this day.He sent me with N50 to go and buy sugar, then sugar was ten naira.I was supposed to buy all.I dont know how i did but the money fell from me.I went back and told him, he lashed me with the cane in addition to all the verbal attack.He said i must pay him, thought it was a threat but that man mean it.Mem mom and she gave it to me.He collected and ordered me to "leave his house now!". I shed tears thru out on my way home.

I went to jss1 in another useless hausa-speaking GDSS and due to lack of concentration, i performed poorly.My dad vowed never to contribute to pay for my school fees.I was withdrawn from school.I stayed back at home and mom said i would hawk pepper.I accepted.People bought all my pepper every day.I come back home to fetch again and go selling.

Something happened! I can still recall it clearly as if it was today.I was hawking my pepper on the and a car almost knock me down, on trying to escape, i fell against a wooden sign post and it crashed.It was a sign post for a restaurant.The jeep receded into the distance.My pepper poured all on the ground.Uproar from the workers of the restaurant sent me running.Some people stopped me.The woman(owner of the restaurant) wanted me to pay for the repair of the crashed sign-post.

Just then a woman was mounting a baby on her back arrived.She pleaded with the woman to forgive me.She asked if i was "mai ganye's son and i noded in the affairmative.She bought all my pepper.Buh! Whoopie! I was glad.She said she knows my mom and my dad.she advised me to be a good boy.

Next, was the day i went and dropped my pepper and went playing football.This was the day that made me almost hated my mother.

When i dropped the tray filled with pepper, little did i know that thiefs were lurking around.I played ball and netted a brace within the first few minutes, i wanted to live but as if the field was holding me tied.I stayed and it took me long time to net my 3rd goal.I was excited for scoring a hat-thrick(or how dou put it) and due to the fact i scored my last goal with the right food as a left-footed player.I was feeling heroic for my fierce resilience leaving the field, it was already dark.

Fcmb2022:
Dear just to clear things I never got ur number from beauty I only have Victor's number. but don't worry are u on watsap let's chat more if u want.

hey dear

ObamaMessi:
Benwallt Prettygirl200 Fcmb2022 u guys don't call me only Beautygoddesss is calling me.She called me today in the morning.ChoCho54 is one hell of a lady i admired but after taking my contact refused to call me.Sweetplum doesn't even know that iam the one.

obama afa.u r bk finally
message me on whatsap plz

Fcmb2022:
Dear just to clear things I never got ur number from beauty I only have Victor's number. but don't worry are u on watsap let's chat more if u want.

hey bby gal.u did nt get my message how r u.chat me on whatsap

ObamaMessi:
BigCowH0rn u really dont know who i am.Read my full life story before u think that satanist can do anything terrible to me.What i faced in life i dont think satanist can survive it.Satanist is a coward in real life who troll to feel satisfied.

I dont fear any1 whatsoever.

Noted bro

Beautygoddesss:
obama afa.u r bk finally
message me on whatsap plz

My Obama Messi act has been banned.i dunno whats wrong with the mods.I am using the one u create for me.

When i came to take my pepper i realized that almost half of it have been taken.I knew was in trouble.My heart was skipping.On reaching home, i explained everything to mom, she flogged the hell out of me and denied me of food.

RichProminent:
When i came to take my pepper i realized that almost half of it have been taken.I knew was in trouble.My heart was skipping.On reaching home, i explained everything to mom, she flogged the hell out of me and denied me of food.

Lol you even see your tray, you no thank Allah

I thought it was over, but little did i know that a worse tribulation awaits me.This day made me hated my mom.I cant 4get that day.
She took me to my step-mom.They tied my hands and legs, layed me on the floor and gave me the beating of my life.They hit me hard with sticks.I was blood-spattered.My step-mom convinced my mom that i sold the pepper and used the money.

When my dad arrived, i greeted with a great trepidation knowing what awaits me.

Mom and step-mom reported to dad that i sold pepper and used the money.He made me did frog jump til i was exhausted.I layed me on a wooden desk and warned that falling off the desk which barely contained me would attract more lashes.

Eaziimoney:
Lol you even see your tray, you no thank Allah

Hmm! if i had not seen my tray, my name for be sorry.

He asked me to count.When ir reached 12 13 or something of that kind, i lost count.At a point, i fell of the desk and i could see my dad roared like a lion.Hes eyes caught the flame of anger.He kicked me and hit me hard.

I felt rejected and dejected.I regretted ever selling my mom's pepper.I felt she betrayed me.

Months later, almost a year, i was taken to js2 to rejoin my mets, but this was 2nd term.

I recalled vividly what happened in my first day in school.I entered the class and students started shouting."sai yau", one girl said in hausa language meaning "until today".

The class was choked up with pupils.The class wasn't spacious enough to contain almost 100 pupils.I saw many old and new faces.

My name was coming from all coners of the class."Victor! Victor! Victor!" A girl name Ebua was teasing me with the name "de pepper seller"."Have ur pepper finished? another boy asked in hausa language. "Mai burkono[abi borkunu]" meaning pepper seller.

A lot of teasing and taunting that day.The class was toxic and boring.

Our teachers taught us in hausa language regardless of the subject.

I took 1st and other pupils were amaized.The other teachers challenged the rest to emulate me.I came later but still came out first.

I began to understand that i was made for something different.Teachers and neighbours wooed me with praises.Mum slaughtered chiken for me.Teachers use me as an example of excellence all the time.

Second term past.Third term came and a trophy was organized by some junior secondary schools which my school happened to be included.We won the trophy and i emerged the best player.That was when i was neemed messi by my school fans.They said i dribble like Leo.Best keeper and hghest scorer came from the other teams.

This part Iam entering, no one shud use it against me in any way for any reason.

After the long vacation, we finally resumed school and in the 2nd week of resumption i was announced the headboy of the school.

Things were going well and normal until a courps member started teaching in our school.

ObamaMessi:
Aren't u shocked?

It shock me o.

It was from my experience with copper Toyin that i was exposed to romance, porn and sexuality.It was from here that my life fell apart in terms of women.It was from here i started nurturing the mindset that women are useless.

Copper Toyin was what we call her.She was dark, slim and tall.Very beautiful.A yoruba lady from (state undisclosed)

At first, Copper Toyin was free and friendly with all of us.

Pls don't mind my spelling errors, could be typo.

This was the first day in my life i started suspecting a woman was interested in me.

Copper Toyin likes rice and stew.she must eat rice and stew eueryday in the class.I no too like rice and stew so i began to get uncomfortable with that.I had always wondered why she wouldn't eat in the staff room but would come to the class to do that.I concluded that she was just cruising with us.

This particular day which i cursed, aunty toyin sent a girl to get her two plates of rice.when the food was ready on the table, she announced to the class that she had a crush in that particular class.The matured ones who understood what she said bursted in laughter.I never knew what "crush" was.

Sweetplum:

It shock me o.

Have u ever imagine obama.messi could say he had a crush on u?