Sitting down on my chair on this August morning in the city of Lagos, I reminisce my somewhat strange and complicated life and endless streams of thoughts flow through my mind. I am an introvert-not extreme one sha with a working mind, and this is the only platform I can fully anonymously narrate my life ordeal, my story! Am also gonna update my day to day life here...
I am from the Southern part of Nigeria- South South precisely, .... A graduate of one of the top state universities in the country and studied one of the Chemical sciences. So folks, this is my story...

Time line 1995

This is the earliest memory of my natural life that I have, as that innocent little soul, slate in the neck and going to Nursery school in one of the not too big towns/cities in southern Nigeria. I was in KG 2 and it was fun, fun and fun. At that time, I was already orphaned and lived with my uncle in a modest neighborhood, and in that humble but a little troubled abode, my earliest being was shaped.
Though somewhat fun, life wasn't entirely straight forward growing up. My uncle was polygamous, but had only one of his wives living with us in the house, and she sha showed us shege. Some people wicked sha! Make I go brush and check food for fire, when I return I go discuss how day to day life was in my infant life in 1995.... I may not be the best of writers, please bear with me

Why don't you move it to Diaries? Well, I am still waiting on you to complete your story.

.... So I would go to school, play with my mates- all sorts of plays where we sometimes go to teachers locker to have a taste of vegetable soup ... And then return home, poo on my body and my uncle's wife will leave me inside the rain with the poo, and sometimes beat the hell outta me. Sometimes I would go days without bathing or brushing... But overall growing up was fun. The early maltreatment and lack of care contributed to my being an introvert, and self esteem was close to zero in my growing up days. Same routine continued up till about 1997 or so- except the pooing on my body of course ...

Time line 1997

By this time, I was now fully conscious of myself and could partly analyse one or two . Everything was about the same, except that the maltreatment became worse. Daily routine would be to go to school, return, ate cold Eba of the day before as lunch, do all the house chores available and go on by force sleep until 6 pm or so. My Uncle was a nice soul who I would say belonged to the middle class in the income category. So all the maltreatment was basically the result of a good man marrying a bad wife. And the funny part was that only me and my uncle's children who weren't born by the wife in the house gets maltreated- though mine was worst, whilst her own children were treated like royalty. My uncle was almost never at home. That was the routine up until 1999, and with every passing day, I was getting damaged emotionally and psychologically by the day without knowing ..... next episode is gonna life generally in my uncle's house and why polygamy is a sin...

Will continue later in the day, lemme attend to some pressing needs

The general atmosphere in my uncle's house is what I would describe as sometimes calm and sometimes chaotic. Almost once every other day, it was one quarrel after another- sometimes late late into the night and this gave rise to an atmosphere of hate kinda within the family set up. As I observed all of those, my personality was shaped- not by what I saw, but by what my young mind analysed of the day to day happenings around me. But truth be told, for some reasons, I was not a happy soul. There was this feeling of inferiority that had emanated from the series of ill treatment I had received, and it would go on to haunt me for a long long time....

Time line 2000

By the turn of the millennium, i had grown into a shy very intelligent introvert, and was almost always lost in thoughts. In real sense I had not too much problems then- apart from the maltreatment that had not still stopped and some kind of inferiority complex that was enveloping me for reasons I knew not, but I was always thinking, analysing and imagining problems. Bereft of any sort of guidance or role model entirely, I was almost a lost soul.
The constant nickname calling and insults made me lose confidence in myself sort of- even though I was almost a genius and I was just growing with no guidance or nurturing whatsoever. Because of my low self esteem then, I always judged myself by what people said and thought of me. And because my uncle's wife always called me names, I thought I was not far from a terrible human being . It's when I look back now at what could have been if I had the right guidance and nurturing that I almost weep, but I cannot, because am a brave soul! It continued like that till I finished primary school where I was almost always top of the class and gained admission into secondary school. And that was where the life began....

The story that follows is kinda mysterious,..... Continues tomorrow God willing. Good night �

Secondary school was fun, and for the first time, I was beginning to enjoy life- Just about. I had friends whom I played with, but still I was a shy introvert. Everything was going well and normal, and I would say 2001- 2006 time period was by far the best and most interesting so far in my natural life. So that essentially the first part of my life, and the easy part....