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I BAD PART 1


I don’t know what made me the way i am
now.my story is one that even I am not
pleased
to narrate but its gotta be told.It all started
one
sunday morning 10yrs ago when i came
back
from church.i decided i was not going back
to
school.biggest mistake of my life.By then i
was
a 300level student studying in one of the
prestigous private university in nigeria.

At that time my sole reason for making this
decision was that i wanted to do what i
love the
most and not the path choosen for me by
my
family(to be a lawyer) and of course i knew
my
father(papa) was not going to stand for
it.papa
being a man that graduated with a
bachelors
degree at edinburgh university and could
also
boast of a ph.d at stanford university.he
was
also loaded.the three boys before me where
all
graduates from the careers and schools my
father chose for them.He even went all the
way
to decide who the eldest son would
marry.though he never admitted it was
papa
who arranged the meeting between him
and
his wife,we all knew the unspeakable truth.
But as always,being the black sheep of the
family(something i had no problem with),i
chose to go the other way,ruining my
family
legacy or rather papa’s legacy.I wanted to
be
an artist,you know those people who draw
all
sorts of things on a board.papa wanted me
to
be a lawyer,”what am i going to do as a
lawyer?” i asked my callous self.i don’t
want the
professional side of life,4 saw it as boring
and
there was just too much formalities.i was
just a
simple guy.Being my humble self,a rule
breaker
(why i never liked the idea of being a
lawyer),a
notorious womanizer and classified as a
juvenile
delinquent at the tender age of ten(10).At
that
time we used to have what they called
“STICK
SUYA”.

After saving my pocket money for
2weeks i finally bought two sticks of suya
and
being the kind of person i was,pumpous
and
all,i walked proudly around the school,head
up
chest high like someone who just won the
lottery slowly eating my suya.some begged
but
i have to admit i was very stenchy then(i’m
a
changed man now).I was still in my dream
world where only I Was king when one
longer
throat senior snatched my suya from me.i
used
to be bigger than my age and had the
strength
of 5 senior boys put together,so I had no
problem pounding this senior boy that saw
fit to
forcefuly take what was rightfuly mine.TO
cut
the long story short he later ended up in
the
schools infamry,poor boy!my reward was a
public disgrace at the assembly
ground,eventhouh i pleaded self-
defence.the
head master saw it fit to give me 20 lashes
from
his cow-tail whip and suspended me for
two
week as an added bonus which never ran
its full
course because of my fathers influence
(intervention),the thing is my father was so
rich
that he held sway over many people
including
the headmaster who was no exception.OH!
Before i forget i locked my maths teacher
in the
staff room when i was in ss.1 and burned
down
the examination hall during my waec days
but
as always i got away with minimal
punishment
for my crimes.i learned there was no true
justice in the society we live in.Later in life i
got
to learn that my philosophy was going to
Pour
back to haunt me.karma is b*tch they say.

To be continued

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