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In the beginning

My name is Babatunde Babafemi Babawale I am a Man of 24years old now but the story you are about to Read happens when I was 17..

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Things Fall apart the moment I Lost my father! We were not rich neither poor but like most Nigerians always say “we are in the average class” My father has three wives! that spelt Polygamy and I’ve even forgotten the number I was in the Family Ranking but from my mother (who happens to be the last wife) side I was number 3 (three). We are living peacefully and enjoying life till the bread winner of the house travel to the place of No Return.

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************ And the Hustle,struggle began*************

I finished my secondary school education at a very tender age of 17 but couldn’t further more since the demise of my father we were chased out of the compound by my father relatives strongly supported by the first wife things could not even get worse when my older brother was chased out of school due to inability to pay for the tuition fee, we were suffering and couldn’t afford three square meal a day (I bet our meals are not even squared as poverty is now our root). My brother finally find a Job as a Labourer in a Block industry which at least reduce the burden on my Mother shoulder, I was doing nothing at that moment than just to sleep and wake and sleep again I continue practising my sleeping routine everyday it continue for a while until one day when a woman Name Mrs Fodeke Gbajumo (not real Name) approach my mother that she will help me to further my education in the city of Lagos, I was in the kitchen of our a room self contain listening to their conversation,,, awww as a young village boy my widest dream couldn’t have been anywhere. the name “Lagos” itself sends thrills down my spine I started imagining so many things I watched on the T.v and how my friends talk about lagos my imaginations drift me away from the conversation my mother was having with Mrs Fodeke Gbajumo withing three (3) days my imaginations turn to Reality I was in the city of Lagos Lekki to be precise..

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Mrs Fodeke was a woman in her early 30s, her height was 5’4 and she has those sexy healthy curves and a nice Backside to compliment she was a widower to Late Mr Adeyemo Gbajumo(not Real Name)who I guess own the huge Mansion they have one cute daughter between them, Named Cassandra she was much more like her mother so beautiful and sexy she was a year older than I am, she also just finish her secondary education and waiting for the Jamb form to be out

Wale this is my daughter Cassandra, Cassandra this is Wale the Village boy I told you about on phone he will be here with us for a while and will also be helping you with some house chores now you have a friend the house will not be boring anymore uhmm my little princess? She said this as quick as a flash. I notice something in her tone and the new moniker giving to me “Wale the Village boy”. Well I was quick to disperse any negative thought, I was giving a room among the guest room (in total there are 7bed room in this huge Mansion) I was quick to forget home I was quick to forget mother I was quick to forget poverty. Things started well really! I was taken out for shopping at a popular shopping mall, I change my wardrobe and even got my first mobile which was Iphone6s I was living Large. Could this be me or maybe this is a kind of a very long dream but whichever it was I don’t want to wake up again….