I grew up in wickedness, hostility and hatred. It started when my mother died in a polygamous family. You know what that means, you have many people and yet nobody. I was treated with great hostility...
I have always boasted of my no fear for ghosts. When people tell tales of ghost in dread and fear, I discard them by laughing out loud. Ghosts are spirits of dead people and they are highly harmless.
[b]Tell mama, I [/b]will be back
Tell papa, I will be back.
I got to go on this journey.
To discover self
I noticed there is more to me
But this environ seems to suppress it.
I decide to go to where...
I no dey pass my boundary.
You know say,
If then slap me, na so my eye go dey comot water as if say na rain dey fall.
If na blow then give me, e go take make den pour water on my head before I wake.