No more bush beating charade...point straight. My mom danced and next thing she got home and produced me, I wish you are thinking the same thing I am. I should have been a dancer, a singer, something cool but I'm the most confused person on the planet and all I care about is money.
Born in a Christian home, trained with prayer and the Bible, they all wanted me to become a preacher. They wanted this and that. They wanted a perfect baby, one who could recite those long chapters of the bible without blinking, one who could pray so much the ceiling would cave, one who would liberate the family and bring the family glory. Mistakes were not allowed, spanking became fun and I'd always go to school with the advise of hypocrisy is not allowed (Oh! How that haunted me).
You'd think I'd be holy and all but I grew up hating church but they did not know.
Another chapter done. And yes! Its a book of complaints. I'm really sorry if it's too short, I'll definitely work on that. Thanks for reading. Pls kindly vote the chapter if you enjoyed it. Thanks.
