but I thought of changing my name to David but seriously speaking, David didn't suit me. Those bearing th

nge it to Michael because I was a very

till calling me Josh so I had to accept the fact that it was too late to cha

fearing too but I was a very stubborn boy; my parents were very strict when it comes to discipline but I was a very hard nut to crack. To me, my par

name 'Peters oil and gas company'. My father had a plastic manufacturing company also with the name 'Peters'. My father also had a biscuit factory but was named after my annoying little sister, 'Betty Peters crackers biscuit'. My father also had many other little shops and my name was used in nami

ugh I didn't like girls but I didn't joke with my younger sister. My siblings didn't live with us, they were staying with my auntie, aunt Alice in Australia

gu state, I mean Ezeagu local Government Area to be precise. I was a Niger

his face was sometimes seen on magazines and television, you won't ever know he was a millionaire when you see him. He alwa

ar. Whenever I rolled, I'll roll in a convoy of women haters gang. I would be so popular more than 2face Idibia and so powerful more than Governor Chinwoke Mbadinuju, our state governor. I didn't understand why my father

tressing herself everyday going to that miserable Joshua celestial unisex boutique while her husband wa

ther to enroll me in a school only for boys but what do you think? My father didn't do that, rather he enrolled me in a school for both genders, the best in town known as Best chosen intellect high

ngout with me but I avoided them like a disease. That was the reason some of them referred to me as a rude boy but I didn't care. I loved the way I was. Some even thoug

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her face that anyone close by would feel pity for her. Well for me, don't ask me how I felt because you already