I have always loved reading good stories, I was like a big time sucker for it and even more so a romantic novel, it could be because of the happy endings I always desired to have or it could be because of the raunchy scenes I get to read since I wasn't getting any action in my life or probably because of the absurdity of some of the love stories which would still make me cry anyways.
Nahh, this is not a love story, this is more of my life story and where else should I begin from if not from the books that changed my life forever.
I was raised to believe that anything romantic was to be directed towards the opposite sex, preferably someone you are involved with and you have to be old enough, let's say old enough to pay your own bills.
Tough, I know, since I have always wanted to badly kiss my seat mate when I was fourteen in high school, not a big deal you would think, but when I was sixteen in my last year of high school and my parents found a love poem that was nothing but innocent to this so called seat mate, hell broke loose you know, like literally, I had to go for deliverance so that I could be saved from this pending path to hell, so yeah, hell broke loose from me.
Fresh out of high school, I took a year break before I applied for JAMB, it was an exam you write
