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Holy Bad Boy Turn Baddo…Part 1


In the mid 2006, I gained admission to GCI, school II as a boarder…

I am an easy going guy that loves being quiet when lonely but my loneliness didn’t last long as an hostelite.

I could still recall from those days when I’m always crying because I’m a newbie which made some of my mates laughed at me and some seniors too.

One common thing about the senior students was that they love to ride we juniors.

They bully us, threaten with cane and labour…

As for me, I am just an easy going tout that does almost everything needed to be done ‘then’ till I later turn into a gangster….

As a student with no experience, I don’t know anything about s*x or anything….

Then, I taught romance and sleeping on top each other leads to giving birth ‘then’…

I mingle with almost every student I came across in the school, guess that was where the fame emerges….

Many seniors liked me and wanted to make me their school son maybe because the Yoruba I speak is fluent or because I follow the laid down rules and regulations.

I could still recall vividly the day my mum handed me over to a senior who happens to be my school father. I didn’t know I will be enjoying in hostel ‘then’ because I will sleeping with my school father in the seniors room.

That day was the first day I saw tears in my mum’s face, the tears generated tears from my eyes too because I never leave home to anywhere, I don’t go on holiday, I don’t visit families, I hardly use more than three days in those place my parents and our house isn’t located… Just don’t know why.

After she left, I still cried for like 2 weeks after tears now finally left me. lolz.

I felt like my parent want me to suffer because they sent to a boarding school, I didn’t know I moved into another world of (God-Knows)…

On a saturday morning after everybody resumes from the mid term break, we are inside the dining hall after we’ve finished our labor with some of my friends that are also my seniors and some of my mates too named Jibola, Lolade, Tevez, Lukman and Ozeoma. We heard Something…

Ask me what it is….

We heard moaning sound from a corner, Jibola and Lolade tip toed to the place the sound came from, only for them to come and tell us that it was Senior biola that was screwing his girlfriend..

I was confused that I was just looking at them like a dummy, I didn’t understand what they meant by the word ‘girlfriend’ and that ‘he was screwing the girlfriend’…

I was carried away that I was wondering what a girlfriend could be, but according to my own view “it means a female friend”. But the confusing part was that “is there any other meaning to girlfriend” because our school didn’t have a single girl in it…

We are all boys, I was like ‘can a boy be a girlfriend to a boy?’

After about 10mins in the thinking land, I heard someone scream. This one is not a moan, na shout…

Lolade and others laughed…

Lolade: (laughing) chai, oti fe baye omo yen je ni sha… (He wan spoil the life of his gf o)

Lukman: senior biola na craze o…

Jibola: I can go there and beg them make them pity me and let me do a round gan…

We then heard another scream, I was like..

‘Eh eh’, I then summon the courage to go and peep maybe I can benefit from the “shouting-enjoyment” but as I peep, guess what I saw?

I saw two……..

To Be Continued…

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Holy Bad Boy Turn Baddo…Part 1


In the mid 2006, I gained admission to GCI, school II as a boarder…

I am an easy going guy that loves being quiet when lonely but my loneliness didn’t last long as an hostelite.

I could still recall from those days when I’m always crying because I’m a newbie which made some of my mates laughed at me and some seniors too.

One common thing about the senior students was that they love to ride we juniors.

They bully us, threaten with cane and labour…

As for me, I am just an easy going tout that does almost everything needed to be done ‘then’ till I later turn into a gangster….

As a student with no experience, I don’t know anything about s*x or anything….

Then, I taught romance and sleeping on top each other leads to giving birth ‘then’…

I mingle with almost every student I came across in the school, guess that was where the fame emerges….

Many seniors liked me and wanted to make me their school son maybe because the Yoruba I speak is fluent or because I follow the laid down rules and regulations.

I could still recall vividly the day my mum handed me over to a senior who happens to be my school father. I didn’t know I will be enjoying in hostel ‘then’ because I will sleeping with my school father in the seniors room.

That day was the first day I saw tears in my mum’s face, the tears generated tears from my eyes too because I never leave home to anywhere, I don’t go on holiday, I don’t visit families, I hardly use more than three days in those place my parents and our house isn’t located… Just don’t know why.

After she left, I still cried for like 2 weeks after tears now finally left me. lolz.

I felt like my parent want me to suffer because they sent to a boarding school, I didn’t know I moved into another world of (God-Knows)…

On a saturday morning after everybody resumes from the mid term break, we are inside the dining hall after we’ve finished our labor with some of my friends that are also my seniors and some of my mates too named Jibola, Lolade, Tevez, Lukman and Ozeoma. We heard Something…

Ask me what it is….

We heard moaning sound from a corner, Jibola and Lolade tip toed to the place the sound came from, only for them to come and tell us that it was Senior biola that was screwing his girlfriend..

I was confused that I was just looking at them like a dummy, I didn’t understand what they meant by the word ‘girlfriend’ and that ‘he was screwing the girlfriend’…

I was carried away that I was wondering what a girlfriend could be, but according to my own view “it means a female friend”. But the confusing part was that “is there any other meaning to girlfriend” because our school didn’t have a single girl in it…

We are all boys, I was like ‘can a boy be a girlfriend to a boy?’

After about 10mins in the thinking land, I heard someone scream. This one is not a moan, na shout…

Lolade and others laughed…

Lolade: (laughing) chai, oti fe baye omo yen je ni sha… (He wan spoil the life of his gf o)

Lukman: senior biola na craze o…

Jibola: I can go there and beg them make them pity me and let me do a round gan…

We then heard another scream, I was like..

‘Eh eh’, I then summon the courage to go and peep maybe I can benefit from the “shouting-enjoyment” but as I peep, guess what I saw?

I saw two……..

To Be Continued…

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Holy Bad Boy Turn Baddo…Part 1


In the mid 2006, I gained admission to GCI, school II as a boarder…

I am an easy going guy that loves being quiet when lonely but my loneliness didn’t last long as an hostelite.

I could still recall from those days when I’m always crying because I’m a newbie which made some of my mates laughed at me and some seniors too.

One common thing about the senior students was that they love to ride we juniors.

They bully us, threaten with cane and labour…

As for me, I am just an easy going tout that does almost everything needed to be done ‘then’ till I later turn into a gangster….

As a student with no experience, I don’t know anything about s*x or anything….

Then, I taught romance and sleeping on top each other leads to giving birth ‘then’…

I mingle with almost every student I came across in the school, guess that was where the fame emerges….

Many seniors liked me and wanted to make me their school son maybe because the Yoruba I speak is fluent or because I follow the laid down rules and regulations.

I could still recall vividly the day my mum handed me over to a senior who happens to be my school father. I didn’t know I will be enjoying in hostel ‘then’ because I will sleeping with my school father in the seniors room.

That day was the first day I saw tears in my mum’s face, the tears generated tears from my eyes too because I never leave home to anywhere, I don’t go on holiday, I don’t visit families, I hardly use more than three days in those place my parents and our house isn’t located… Just don’t know why.

After she left, I still cried for like 2 weeks after tears now finally left me. lolz.

I felt like my parent want me to suffer because they sent to a boarding school, I didn’t know I moved into another world of (God-Knows)…

On a saturday morning after everybody resumes from the mid term break, we are inside the dining hall after we’ve finished our labor with some of my friends that are also my seniors and some of my mates too named Jibola, Lolade, Tevez, Lukman and Ozeoma. We heard Something…

Ask me what it is….

We heard moaning sound from a corner, Jibola and Lolade tip toed to the place the sound came from, only for them to come and tell us that it was Senior biola that was screwing his girlfriend..

I was confused that I was just looking at them like a dummy, I didn’t understand what they meant by the word ‘girlfriend’ and that ‘he was screwing the girlfriend’…

I was carried away that I was wondering what a girlfriend could be, but according to my own view “it means a female friend”. But the confusing part was that “is there any other meaning to girlfriend” because our school didn’t have a single girl in it…

We are all boys, I was like ‘can a boy be a girlfriend to a boy?’

After about 10mins in the thinking land, I heard someone scream. This one is not a moan, na shout…

Lolade and others laughed…

Lolade: (laughing) chai, oti fe baye omo yen je ni sha… (He wan spoil the life of his gf o)

Lukman: senior biola na craze o…

Jibola: I can go there and beg them make them pity me and let me do a round gan…

We then heard another scream, I was like..

‘Eh eh’, I then summon the courage to go and peep maybe I can benefit from the “shouting-enjoyment” but as I peep, guess what I saw?

I saw two……..

To Be Continued…

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Holy Bad Boy Turn Baddo…Part 1


In the mid 2006, I gained admission to GCI, school II as a boarder…

I am an easy going guy that loves being quiet when lonely but my loneliness didn’t last long as an hostelite.

I could still recall from those days when I’m always crying because I’m a newbie which made some of my mates laughed at me and some seniors too.

One common thing about the senior students was that they love to ride we juniors.

They bully us, threaten with cane and labour…

As for me, I am just an easy going tout that does almost everything needed to be done ‘then’ till I later turn into a gangster….

As a student with no experience, I don’t know anything about s*x or anything….

Then, I taught romance and sleeping on top each other leads to giving birth ‘then’…

I mingle with almost every student I came across in the school, guess that was where the fame emerges….

Many seniors liked me and wanted to make me their school son maybe because the Yoruba I speak is fluent or because I follow the laid down rules and regulations.

I could still recall vividly the day my mum handed me over to a senior who happens to be my school father. I didn’t know I will be enjoying in hostel ‘then’ because I will sleeping with my school father in the seniors room.

That day was the first day I saw tears in my mum’s face, the tears generated tears from my eyes too because I never leave home to anywhere, I don’t go on holiday, I don’t visit families, I hardly use more than three days in those place my parents and our house isn’t located… Just don’t know why.

After she left, I still cried for like 2 weeks after tears now finally left me. lolz.

I felt like my parent want me to suffer because they sent to a boarding school, I didn’t know I moved into another world of (God-Knows)…

On a saturday morning after everybody resumes from the mid term break, we are inside the dining hall after we’ve finished our labor with some of my friends that are also my seniors and some of my mates too named Jibola, Lolade, Tevez, Lukman and Ozeoma. We heard Something…

Ask me what it is….

We heard moaning sound from a corner, Jibola and Lolade tip toed to the place the sound came from, only for them to come and tell us that it was Senior biola that was screwing his girlfriend..

I was confused that I was just looking at them like a dummy, I didn’t understand what they meant by the word ‘girlfriend’ and that ‘he was screwing the girlfriend’…

I was carried away that I was wondering what a girlfriend could be, but according to my own view “it means a female friend”. But the confusing part was that “is there any other meaning to girlfriend” because our school didn’t have a single girl in it…

We are all boys, I was like ‘can a boy be a girlfriend to a boy?’

After about 10mins in the thinking land, I heard someone scream. This one is not a moan, na shout…

Lolade and others laughed…

Lolade: (laughing) chai, oti fe baye omo yen je ni sha… (He wan spoil the life of his gf o)

Lukman: senior biola na craze o…

Jibola: I can go there and beg them make them pity me and let me do a round gan…

We then heard another scream, I was like..

‘Eh eh’, I then summon the courage to go and peep maybe I can benefit from the “shouting-enjoyment” but as I peep, guess what I saw?

I saw two……..

To Be Continued…

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