The acidic air of this generation. The hottest strange guy ever. Always high on hot eba (garri). The greatest activist who brought back Ken Saro Wiwa...

Hardly had he read through a story and failed to come up with at least an uncompleted imagery of his own scene.

He doesn't even know when it all started but could remember he was a story teller as at 1998. His friends enjoyed his unending lies- He would of an imaginery MOVIE he had WATCHED a day before.

It was fun, he said of himself that he was a great lier. He could makeup stories from anything.

The first time he had put pen to paper, was the first day he used pen (not pencil) to write. That was in his primary 4, when he was introduced to The drummer Boy and one other prose with Bamboolu as a character.
He was meant read the two books, but he ended up writing his first two story book.

After many years of writing, so he said. He went back to read his two first story books. He tried to review it, but it was just a compilation of words into sentence.

He was no learner but a naïve little boy wanting to write.

He then settled to edit, so as to see if he can get tangible story line, edit? To be frank he said, they were no words to edit, it was all meanless aphebates put together, maybe he was able to read it as at when he wrote it, but today the words he supposed had far gone on dictionary exile.

Yet he believes to be the first his kind.

Personal Interests
Writing, reading, speaking and any game played with words.