The First Time (The battle)

Hey guys whats good. Sorry I haven’t been able to keep you company over the past week and shii. Dozen of complications came up. Anyways thanks for the Views and RT’s, I appreciate. For yall just visiting this site for the first time , I go by the name Pietro or you can simply call me Theo. I forgot to mention that I’m Mike Ross’ brother, I guess we have many things in common 😉 .
Anyways todays post is going to be brief , it might be really brief self. Anyways lets see. LEGAWWWWWWW ^_^.

THE FIRST TIME I CONSIDERED RUNNING AWAY (THE VERY FIRST TIME).

Haha im sure people that read the post on
how I tried to runaway from home , would be like “is this one so unhappy with his house” . Lmaoo. Apparently its not like that, but still I’m not happy and I’m not sad either ways, I won’t mind running away for a vacation on the Bahamas.
Anyways this story dates back to when I was in SS2. I was on long holidays right about this period.  I had escaped the enemies of my hair progress at school and I was feeling like a bad guy with my mini afro and shii, trying to cover up the sufferings from school with my hair. After relaxing the hair with them Ozone and co and Dyeing it (I am not rich sorry ehn if you expected Dark & Lovely back then) by myself, I went to the barber to do a little touch up. Back then the only places I could go to was church, which my parents drove me to, but still the whole “big boy” was needed to satisfy my ego.
Now to the main thing. I dont know whether my Dad knew bout the fact that I was relaxing my hair or he just wanted to be annoying and push my buttons like he normally does -____-, So on one sunday, fresh outta church with my hair and co, cleansed of every demon possible in my life, and my soul as white as snow, empowered to evangelize to millions in the ikoyi-lekki axis o:) ,dad just called me up after the normal “Sunday morning breakfast ritual” Bread , egg amongst other stuffs and said “You need to cut your hair, I will give you money eh” . It sounded like a suggestion, but We all know it wasn’t and in the blink of an eye I went like this

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So here I was again going all

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Cos I must say . Im slightly stubborn so I guess my dad just felt like pushing that button. He gave me the money as he promised, apparently that was money for credit to do 10mb for 5 days straight ^_^ ( As I said. Im not rich biko ) . So I squashed the money and dodged my dad every day and he did like he didnt notice until the next sunday came. Now he came and gave me the normal “You have tested my will, you are a child and you can’t be obedient to your parents?”And I would normally not answer -_____- . “Theophilus, now it is my will against your will. Let see who will surrender” . At that point I was like

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So he told me to go and dressup, that he was taking me to the barbers. I went upstairs and locked myself in the toilet, after wasting time, he came up and shouted at me. I resolved to science. I reasoned that wet hair spoils clippers therefore the barber wouldn’t want to cut it. I wet my hair and carried pure water along in case. We got to the barbers place and I told him “low cut but not so low”. The next thing I heard was “make it skin” from behind my back, it was my dad. As I heard that I was like

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I stood up and as I was about to leave  the barbers place, My dad pushed me and my small Nokia E-63 “my pride of barbados”, i was managing fell down. He was like “Come back here” and I didn’t look back. The barber’s place was in the estate so I could easily walk to my house or something. He got into the car and was driving and saying “get into this car” repeatedly which all fell on deaf ears. I started crying (fake tears really) and I was like “dad why me oh , why me (kokolet 1, 2) tell me why me” I was like

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He eventually left me and drove to wherever he was going. My thought was like “Guy aren’t you tired of all this. Runawayy.” And I was alredy thinking of how I would probably look for a way to live with my uncle in abuja. BUMut I didnt ebmven have miney for estate shuttle Talkless of flight or bus fare sef. Anyways I called my brother and gave him the low-down . He came to pick me up and drove me to my exquisite barber on the island. Anyways I came back home and my dad wasn’t around neither had he told Mum.  Reliefff!!.
I carried on with my activities until my dad came back later on. The man didnt even talk Untilllllll HE CALLED ME FOR ONE ON ONE IN HIS ROOM. Lol I was scared as Hell, not for flogging or anything (he had never touched me) , but for the fact I didnt know what he could do. So I went and had a long discussion spanning about 3 hrs about how “I disrespected and almost fought him” . After everything he then told me “Lie down” . That moment. I knew “izz about to get down *dbanj voice*” . I lay down and he brought out a leather belt from maybe his days as a student in the 70’s and flogged me. At first I was all “odenshi” cos it was nothing compared to being flogged with metal on the lap, but then he continued flogging one spot on my butt and it gradually entered but then , I couldn’t give him the satisfaction by reacting. So I stayed calm till he finished. He yarned mumbo jumbo and I later went to my room feeling kinda victorious. Little did I know that the battle was over but the war wasn’t. The war ended Here.
Lol my brothers said “Daddy is no more daddy, he is now old. Back then he will flog you till you cry and would even fight you man to man if you tried to resist”, Let’s just thank God for Ageing in this case.

Haha anyways that’s it for today. Thanks for reading. Dont forget to follow @pietrosparks on twitter and share the links. Catch the posts easily by subscribing or following my blog. Enjoy and stay blessed

How I Tried To Runaway From Home

Hey there. Wassup. Yeah its been a long while.  Although I was like, il tey to drop a post errday, its not easy mehn but we still trying. How has your life been eh, weekend chilling partying and co. Im sure your life is far better than mine and was far better , due to events stated here. Ive been flying to the loo every hour. Mehn my aunt cooks too good and ive been living as a bachelor since, so the king treatment over the weekend just killed me.
The name is Pietro or Theo by the way.. before I start off. I’ll like to comment on  MBGN. (I’m shouting when writing in caps lock). BASTARD CHEATS. HOW WONT KOGI WIN, CLEARLY HAD THE HIGHEST VOTES ONLINE, NOW CARRIED THEIR BAYELSA BABE AND GAVE HER CROWN, GAVE HER SPECIAL ASSISTANT. SMH. I JUST BELIEVE SHE IS THE GOVERNOR’S NEW HOE THOUGH. NO HATE BUT YOU KNOW WE KOGI NIGGAS THE FINEST. :). If you disagree

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So Unto the matter. Today I’ll be deviating from my school small.

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So Yeah. Im here to tell you a brief story of how I sorta almost ran away from home. This story I’m about to tell you didnt happen long ago. In short it was just some months ago. I thought it was the best solution though.
Okay so I returned from school. Happy I was in the Univehshitty and that I had earned the right to be a man.
But you know what. My dad always has a way of killing my vibe. It first started one day when he just called me and told me to grab some things for him at a supermarket in the estate. I was like “okay, which side of the supermarket are they sold” . He started shouting at me asif its not a simple Q and A. I was already pissed off. He now started saying things like, “you’re already in the university, you are smart, but I thought you would be clever generally” . I sucked it all up. Went to get his damn things, came back and locked my room, and blasted 7500 watts of pure sound at high volume. It was sad but still what do yo wanna do.
Like a week later. He started pestering me about my hair.( If you havent read the hair article here is it ) .When in secondary school, he didn’t even disturb like that. Imagine he gave me money to go and cut my hair. He Said all kind of things and the normal “you are a disobidient child” . I was already used to all that and I had even written a letter, putting the “haircut money” inside and writing shii, and I was prepared to go and give him when the man suddenly changed tactics, as if he knew I was coming. He called me and my mum to the living room (which he doesn’t do) and started yarning and yarning and yarning. It was all bullcrap to me . Saying “cos you are in the university, you have started growing wings and you have the guts to disobey me” . Blaah blaah blaah. In my mind I was like
He was using my mum to do “Batman and his ever loyal sidekick Robin”. So he fnally dropped the bomb shell. “IF YOU DO NOT CUT THIS HAIR BEFORE TOMORROW. DONT SLEEP IN THIS HOUSE”

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. As I heard that one ehn, guess what?. I felt like.

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WooHoo time for roadtrip. My house is fucking dead anyways so I didn’t mind. What would’ve killed me is if he said “CUT YOUR HAIR OR NO SCHOOL FEES AND ALLOWANCE”
Asif  they had planned it. Mum just cut into the scene “THEOPHILUS IF YOU LEAVE THIS HOUSE EHN” . That one was bants jorh. I went into my room. Packed a few clothes into my brother’s mountain-climber bag, the palm slippers I was wearing was good enough, got deodorant. A lil money, fuck food, I packed pure water like half bag. To write “runaway letter” was not even in my head, But now I didn’t even know where I wanted to go to. I wanted to go to my uncles house but he would still bring me back, a friend’s house far away, but his parents knew mine so thats a bummer too.
I just sat down and thought about why life is so cruel and why it always had to be me 😦 . Eventually I just had to call my bro for advice and he said ” just go and reduce it, in little or no time you will be a man” . Worst thing was my hair was relaxed at that time. Haha. As I went to the barbers place. I just told him to trim it. He did, but at the end I was looking like a mad man, I would rather have this

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than lowcut or skin. We don pass that level.
Anyways I know almost every teen has thought of running away from home.
LOL only my brother knows I almost ran away from home till date, but he doesn’t bring it up. Anyways hope y’all enjoyed todays post. Till next time follow @Pietrosparks and thanks for the support.

Secondary School Stories PT 3

Hey guys. Yeah yeah. “Why the fuck didnt you write yesterday” haha sorry,calm down. I came down with mad stomach ache yesterday. Apparently I think it was cos of my constant combos like Golden-morn & coke then Sprite & Nutri C then Amala after that. I swear I thought I was gonna die yesterday. Anyways I was prepared for the worst.
My name is Pietro but must of yall just call me Theo, both are my names anyways, feel free to call me any. If you missed my last post, fly Here .
By the way, thank you ohhhhhh. I think one of you must’ve talked to Nepa for me from my last post. As im writing. There is FUCKING LIGHTTTTTTTT *starts twerking*.

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#TwerkTeam!!!!
Apparently as you are reading, there is NO FUCKING LIGHT. Thank you all for the views once again. Last time it was 157, thank you all now its 252. And we getting to that 1000 overall reads.
By the way. One of my followers @freshiemagic & Friend asked me to post something for him. I said he should pay to be publicized jokingly, and he started telling me story of how his sister is going to be MBGN 2013 , that she would give me if she wins, and how he still has Abraham’s pubic hair hanging in his room. Anyways Im too kind to say No soo. Here it goes.. VOTE MISS ONDO FOR MBGN 2013… not that I care though,  Yall babes are gorgeous out there :* .Btw heres her picture

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LMAOOOOOOOO. Some of y’all said I should expantiate on the toilet we had in “The condo” . Lol. If I explain. Itll be too gruesome for your imagination so its better I show u how it felt.

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So unto todays post. Haha I don’t even know what to talk about cos everyday was an adventure in that school. Okay lemme bring up “The Hair Issue”.
Oh I forgot to mention. IT WAS A BOY’S ONLY SCHOOL (HEY I AM NOT A FAG IN ANY WAY.I LOVE GIRLSS SO MUCH ALTOUGH IM NOT A PERV). Even the other Navy in Lagos where they had girls, most of the girls looked like boys. Most boys were even finer than girls  I heard. So as I was saying, my school was only boys but not boys like Whitesands where its a MALE ONLY SCHOOL, including the teachers and co. In my defence, we still had some sexy teachers and corpers, even heard some bad guys used to get down with some of them.Even though my school was Boy’s only, people still wanted to have “Swag” by force by fire. Lmaooo. Some would say “why the fuck would someone be doing swag for his fellow boy” , if you were in the system, you would understand. Swag X Dressing was attached to respect in a way, although even if your senior didn’t have swag, ahe could still lie you down and plank you 72 with metal and nothing would happen. Yes you heard me right, Nothing would happen. The craze for dressing was so much, it was asif they were fashion designers themselves, some would save so much , it seemed they were anorexic so they could just sew something unique and somebody would just hail them. Anyways I hailed them too. Apparently the craze shifted from clothes to Hair, yes hair. People had become so engrossed in growing their hair , some even used to put grass in their hair cream hoping it would increase growth. You know the downside of this all?,  my school always wanted your head shining. Unlike other “Boti” schools where they’ll be like “Junior, the hair is full, just trim it down a little and have it shaped hun :)” ,they wanted it looking like a desert with little groundnut oil to top it off, and if you were unlucky, you could be told to sit on your head, yep almost upside down. I cant even imagine the pain cos It never happened to me (I sha barbed desert but I used hair cream instead of groundnut oil though). So yeah, we were niggas growing hair like mad men and there was the school, Yes the enemies of progress. Apparently , after constant warnings to go to the barber, the battleground was set for a war that would last for years and I’m sure its still on as we speak. They stopped using their mouths to speak and rather moved on to something better “The scissors”. So now we were like fugitives , missing food, skipping assembly, hiding inside bush and roof , all because of hair that we wanted to keep and hopefully carry it home, so some babes at home would feel you, due to the fact that it helped hide what we truly were at that time, Prisoners. LMAOOOO some people were unlucky though. The moment you just step into your house hoping youve dodged school,

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Lmaoo, you know the funny part?, they’ll still come back to school and struggle to grow it like their life depended on it.

I forgot to say, the military personnel were very creative. I heard military men in general love having sex , so prolly some creativity came from there as some would shave your hair into what most times looked like G-string, Penis , V, Roundabout,  Pope cap, pope cap in reverse, Abstract art , center-G amongst others. With every story you heard about how they caught one guy and now he is on skin cut, the more your morale dropped. Lmaoooooo. Some people are crazy shaa, they would go to the barbers place on their own and barb desert to avoid trouble. In my mind I’ll be like “are these ones retarded or what, how could you just surrender?”. At one point (not just once though), I had the fullest hair in my set, I was hiding for my life!!,  anyways it was the “after- exams period” so I was rather invincible.
Lmaooooo. There was this guy that they caught, after they scraped his hair into all kinds of shapes and he scraped it down to desert, the guy no greeee ohh, he relaxed his skull and dyed it on top,  lmaooooooooo , I wanted to die, but you cant say anything before the person would chook blow inside your eye, so I just said “Bad guyyyyy, omo u no gree oh. Those people dem be bastards” then I went to my room and laughed so bad, I started crying. Haha, even one of my padi’s got nabbed, after “the skin process” his head was fucking fair, and this guy I’m talking of is dark mehn, meaning his head hadn’t known sunlight since God knows when. To show you how stupid that school is, days before graduation, they were still shaving people’s hair,some sha jumped fence to go and chill, haha some kain guys that they caught didn’t gree oh. After scraping their hair with scissors , they still said they were not cutting it, some of them would now put hair cream in the scraped part expecting it to grow fast and catch up. As pa boys na, gatts give them hope, we would be like ” omo the hair don dey grow ohh. Omo your hair dey grow fast diee”, apparently they still caught some of these people and added designs to their hair.
Sha there was a period of time, I don’t know what came over me,I went to the barber 3 times in a row and cut my hair SKIN, every time feeling fresh out of the oven and ending up regretting cos one would be like “omo this guy u no fine again ahh” then others would follow, all for the fact that they wanted to tap my head, when I mean tap , I mean Slap.wicked bastards. With that head sha, I could find a pin in the dark, I could detect electrons floating etc, it was like I had super-powers \(^_^)/ . Lord knows I’m not going back to that, I can consider it when I get damnnnnnnnn ass rich, I can then cut it Skin and employ a babe to be oiling it and rubbing it just the way I like (^_^) ;).
Anyways I have to stop here today. Thank you guys for the support. Follow @pietrosparks on twitter, Keep them RT’s coming, share them links. Read on and stay blessed. Once again the name is Pietro.

Secondary School Stories PT 2

Hey guys , I know , it’s me again. The name is Pietro and if you’ve not heard , I’m chuck norris’ biological son other than the fact, that I wake up under bugatti’s every morning and ride horses that can fly to school.
I dont even know how to thank y’all for reading yesterday’s post. 157 hits from yesterday alone.

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Highest of all time in my carrer as a newbie . I can’t thank y’all enough for the support and The RT’s and shared links.

Well before I start off to the gruelling and exciting secondary school stories, you can read up yesterday’s post HERE .
Ehen . What I’m about to say doesnt concern today’s topic or mis-adventure in any way. One of my niggas told me he hadn’t shaved down there since when he was born. And you know how old he is now? .Haha lets just say 18. Wow 18 years without a shave, and he is hairy so I’m sure the forest started growing there probably right from 12 (benefit of doubt, I think it was before 12) .Nigga!!! 18 years without a shave. Guy gatts be looking like .

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To wrap it up. YALL NEED JESUS.

Now to the main shiiiiii. (I’m sure you want to hear about how they flogged me so hard) .
Today’s story is from my SS1 period. Mehn this is when life was harddddddddddd, asiiin guy,we were the tractors of the school, the toilet women, the cleaners etc. All in one. But fuck, some humans are wicked beasts with hardened souls.
So it was the “after-exams” period where normally, prolly in BIS and co, where the grass is always greener, yall be rejoicing and organizing dance competitions, eating cookies, and making out with that babe youve been trying to set all term, altogether Fun stuff. MEANWHILEEEEEE, in Navy, this was a period set aside by wicked humans like  you to torment the souls of little children like me and cause body harm of all sorts ranging from strokes of 4×4 sticks to metals to Technical Drawing boards, to even HAMMER’S (I’ll gist you about this later) used to flog and decapitate the very little demons we still had left after 3 years. Well some people managed to run home , either by the fence or your parents had connections one way or the other.Niggas like us had nothing, Parents are civilians and my dad to be honest is a Disciplinarian so im sure he wouldn’t have even minded . And besides when I meant nothing I also meant, no provisions , no money etcetera etcetera. So now, the new plan by the prefects was to be moving people directly for labour immediately after breakfast , but the thing was that, we were forced to go to eat as well so it was practically unbeatable. So you know what happened?, Clever minds like mine came up with a plan to stay alive, cos it was the case of “Nearly dead or alive or caught and dead finally”. We built a fortress in the ceiling. When I mean ceiling, inside the roof and moved our belonging’s there. Fuck, we had matresses balanced so well in the roof, on the woods holding the ceiling itself,had all things needed to survive ranging from Mp3 player, Palito, phone,bucket, plate, and Garri (only God knows where it came from). But mehn, we were all feeling like scoffield at the same damn time!. We had the blueprint of this place totally on check. We even constructed a nice toilet. To top it all off. WE FUCKINGGG HAD A CONDOOOOO!!!!.
So there was a day when I think the prefects started suspecting our hide-out and came to check the roof.

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Mehn fuck. We were running and entering dark cobweb infested areas. Running on 2×2 planks, we were fucking Usain Bolt and Houdini at the same time!!!!! . Although we weren’t caught , they started suspecting there. Lmaoooo. But the stress of climbing ontop chair to enter roof was already enough for them to forget in most cases, even if they entered, badman woukd still find route. Anyways in other cases. If I wasnt in my CONDO. I ws in MY OWN private condo aka My big locker. I was lucky to get one big locker (actually bullied to get it ^_^, but cant call it bullying in yhe jungle) . Mehn in the morning I’ll just enter and lie down and sleep off till after labour, now sneak out and eat.

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Yes it was that big,But i wasn’t that big either. Mehnn that locker saved badman in many ways. Lets not forget I was on a “Garri only” Diet for close to 3 weeks.

Anyways, sorry guys,I have to stop here for today. PHCN hasnt given me light for the past 6 days and some people are having light 24/7. In short im gonna be a human rights activist in my next post. Why should I always be the one to suffer 😦 ?? I ain’t even got a cold drink in this house. If you guys can get me light tho. We can talk business ;). Haha anyways yall stay tuned , follow @Pietrosparks , read on , RT and share those links and Stay Blessed. THANKS!

My Secondary School Stories PT 1

Hey guys. I know I know. “Where the fuck have you been”, “OMG we’ve been missing you” ,” OMG hottie where have you been” all these thoughts are probably running through your minds now or even worse, probably “where has this fag been”. Yeah I owe y’all an apology. Mehn school has not been a tad easy and I’m a lazy human being I must confess. I’ve missed y’all though. Again I’m sorry. I’m back to my boring life so y’all expect more posts along the line as the lord touches his servant o:) .I’ll try to write up every day.
For y’all who are just reading for the first time or probably can’t remember me. The name’s Pietro but most people just call me Theo, yeah I know “such a lovely name”.
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Sha for yall that don’t know. I’m the rider of 10,000 unicorns, The African Mike Ross , The only nigga that woke up under a New Bugatti and yeah I’m a Salvatore for y’all that dont know as well.
Lets flyyyyyy to todays post. I think you’ll need a handkerchief though.
Was pondering and pondering bout what to blog about, and the idea just hit me. “BITCH WHY NOT TALK ABOUT SECONDARY SCHOOL” . Yeah I adore my alter ego a lot.
For y’all that don’t know. I didn’t have it easy at alllllllllll. My school was a military school to begin with. While y’all were in a Rolls Royce Ghost cruising to BIS, LHBIS, Greensprings amongst others, what y’all can call “the Ivy-league secondary schools in Nigeria”, I was in one car mourning my way to Ogun State. Yeah I attended Nigerian Navy Secondary School, Abeokuta, Ogun State.
First of all, I don’t know how I offended my parents, or why I shouldn’t hunt down my uncle that suggested the school and went the extra mile to buy the form for me, and kill him. I can’t believe I turned down a couple of schools for this though, Anyways my thoughts were like “Nigggur its Navy, seals and co. Underwater exploration, Call of duty shits, etcetera” only to face the reality that it was totallllllllly off. I can’t even believe how I graduated and I’m still fresh.

We Vrooom’d into the compound with me feeling like “Fuck it, home sweet home, yall bitches suck my cock :’)” . It felt like

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I jumped out of the car with my small stature and fair ass skin back then and went to the registration stand. Then a military personnel was like “Ahoy, Navy boy, Come here and pack this boys things to his hostel.” . Omo in my mind I was like “yeah bitchessssss.”

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Little did I know that it was those Jss3 boys packing my bags that would kill me eventually.
After registering and all. I was given my house wear and uniform. The clothings were so big asiiiiiiin, they were ‘AGBADA’S’ . My dad now took the clothes, brought out the ‘All powerful indelible permanent’ marker and murdered my name on the clothes in a manner that said “I want to tell the world about you, so they can be jealous *Future’s voice*”, Lmaooooo, not knowing that there were people that would still steal your clothes even if you wore them to bed and would still go the extra mile of defying the laws of nature by completely erasing any name or sign you had on it, They would wear it beside you and you would never know, you be thinking #SomeWhereInThisHostel My name is still on the shirt. Anyways I beared my cross and went to the hostel, I was shown to my room of about 20 random people that didn’t know the kind of Gobe they had entered . As I just dropped my mattress on the bunk, a wave of sorrow just swept me over. I burst into tears prolly because it was my first time away from home, Sha my random roomates at that time came to do the normal “ah sorry ehn. Ndo” , doing like noooooo we were not in this together -_____- . Sha my bunkmate was Femi Lawal, one fiiiiiiine boy (No homo), We looked alike so we were taken as brothers. Too bad he had to leave a year later. I finally settled to arranging my stuff in one tiny locker that looked like loudspeaker.
The bell was rung by about 6:30 for food, Still fresh out tha runway; we were reluctant to go , but we were forced anyways.
I got to the galley (Dining hall) only to find out they were serving Éfor abi Èkor , the yoruba’s should know it, one stuff that looks like solidified pap.I passed it on people that were more than happy to eat it and I left the galley feeling like “Badman dont eat èfor , if badman aint getting noodles and stuff, badman aint eating. Where’s my fucking room service? ” . In weeks to come , we niggas could kill for èfor or anything that had to do with food.

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We turned into creatures closer to dogs than humans :’).
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Anyway guyssssss. I think we would have to continue tomorrw. Where I jump to where the beatings started :’) “The sweetest parts”. Dont forget to follow @Pietrosparks on twitter . And please dont forget to share, RT those links. Read on and stay blessed. Dont forget to drop your comments yeah.

Chooking mouth / Famzing

Hey, hi , wassup, good-morning ____o_ ,ekabo , anyone jorh, anyone that suits you best and gives me a better chance of famzing you. Anyway whats good, how has your day been, how have tou been faring , I’m just thankful that I’m going back to school, okay it seem unusual. Yeah thats how bad life is out here. Ehen by the way ,except this is your first time on this blog page which by doing so you’ve carried last, you should know my name(s) by now. The name is Theo, Pietro, The rider of Bugatti Bicycle, The Tensioner, Mr giving you all you desire ,Star of Barney and Friends , Lets not forget Nigerian Chuck Bass. Choose anyone , i know you’ll still love me at the end.
Well over the past week , some thing happened to me on Twitter , mehn i have never been humiliated so much on a social network b4 *skip *skip but its normal. Lemme just summarize what happened . I entered one guys mentions continuously ,Tbh i didn’t know the guy and I wont call it Famz, why should I Famz a mofo I’ve never seen, lemme call it Chooking mouth inside Retweet . After a period of time the guy was like (Jesus christ, i dont even know this guy) referring to me, the next thing, one of my own guys i knew denied me like Paul denied Jesus . This was too epic Tbh, retweets popped here and there and i entered Trending topic, sharr thats how you gradually become a Twirra celeb like me 😊.
Now the thing here is that niggaz (babes too) feel that if i dont know tou and youre talking to me , it is famz, your father there, how do you now know people, if its like that, your Mother has been Famzing tour father all these years, vice versa, sorry to say. Let me define Famzing according to Oxford Dictionary : its a process whereby someone who doesnt know you or flow with you decides to form ‘We be Sure Padi’s’ . But Tbh, famzing in this present day isnt because he or she doesnt know you, its prolly because maybe he or she isnt that fine ( maybe your beauty/fine boy has been locked inside bottle, inside pot locked at the bottom of the Pacific) sorry to say, or maybe the guy or babe Gbagauns a lot, or you believe he or she doesnt fit to roll with you/your social circle ( even God doesnt dine with you, who are you, Davido abi Wizkid. Smh😒). But sorry to say yet again, many guys / babes might have missed that ‘prince charming’ due to the fact that you think he or she Famzing, the guy/babe might not be that fine, might not be Dangote’s son or My daughter( you know im fucking Rich naaaaa😁) or might not be fit to be in your yeye ‘class’ , but beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, you might be blind currently, Go and beg your enemies in the village to release your Eyes inside the Calabash on top the mango tree in front of your Grandma’s house. As for me , mehn, Im free , just that some idiots annoy me. Abeg lets shift topic small. Shey you watched Barca- madrid , Abeg which babe on here or that you know can do a full split like Puyol, LMaoooooooooo😄😂😭😭, but Tbh, Madrid is my team, I own it. Again Man U fans , i Told you niggas De Gea was seeing his period, and nobody should yarn crap that Nani didn’t deserve the Red card. Abeg let Puyol’s daughter be as Good as him.
Back to topic. Sheyy you know i Believe in ‘True Love’ , ahhhhh mehn i’ll Keep that for another day. Im simply Advertising that i need GehFriend, Abeg your Fine Sister will do. But tbh sef, ‘just there’ guys and girls will still marry, why you dey fear, God dey.
Anyhow the Moral lesson is that you should Be more friendly to niggas like Me , which Aint popular or gat Doe or gat Friends. Such A Loner.😓😞😊☺. btw dont forget to follow me on Twirra @pietrosparks . This is the screenshot of what happened on Twirra. Enjoy and stay Blessed

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Guy Code

Hello, wassup, wad up , how far , whats good, hey there, abeg anyway you want to answer, how has your day been, mine has been……. well, very dry and i want to get Osama from the grave to blow down lekki phase 1 ,thats how bad the boredom is. Since my exams are over and I’m back home, well I’ve decided to write a post after weeks of thinking of what to write and it finally dawned on me . By the way the name is Theo , almighty Theo, Mr giving you all you desire 😊 , Pietro, The inventor of air , etc. Any other cool name is accepted . Ehen i forgot, Mr na me handsome pass 😉.
Well today I’m going to be talking about THE GUY CODE.😁 . Its just a set of rules which REAL GUYS should follow. Well most of the rules i guess. Lets start off 😊

1. Real guys don’t, i repeat , don’t pout . Are you looking for dick to suck , smh😒

2. Real guys must’ve never liked or loved barney & friends , nnena & friends , Teletubbies etc. smh these shiis were like partial brainwash, wtf , im not that dull and they would be like “the spaceman is here and he is taking us to the moon” wtf. Is the spaceman’s mother a MILF on Mars?, If yes , well you can take the kids all the way 😒.

3. Real guys listen to upcoming dope artistes like hotice boys (still waiting for another dope single) , lil imbz / lil imzy (guy we dey wait for ur first single ooh) , DRBLasgidi (Naija’s one direction according to Gift.) ETC…. They are too much to mention abeg . Everybody wan do music 😪.

4. Real guys dont have artistes like Timaya on their playlist, guy are they trying to kill you from ur village, if yes , you can listen to timaya and get some tips on how to run and sing song , then keep dada and then cut it .

5. Real guys dont watch fashion TV , for Gods sake, are you a fag, its not proper although i know you want to keep up with fashion, but guy nawwww, its not just meant to be, keep it tuned for your 5 years old sister so she can learn to dress like Ke$ha or Gaga before she turns 16.😁

6. Real guys should know how to see the sexual side of things y’know 😜. If a babe is gisting you of how she went all the way to the palms to get fresh banana and carrot and couldn’t find and she is hungry , you should know she is either a fruit lover which i doubt or she is seriously horny and NEEDS the D. This is just to say that real guys know when a babe wants it. Its just a blink judgement.

7. Real guys dont do ashawos , guy naww , thats just nasty, if youre that horny, look for porn to watch (not advisable). Or go watch some barney and friends. It should get your hormones and mind under control, and maybe vex you for trying to brainwash you 😉.

8. Real guys are not feel-amongers . Because im doing shii doesnt mean you should do. Because Dumebi is doing music doesn’t mean Persie should do music or Because im giving your babe all she desires doesnt mean you should look for mine , which after finding out i dont have one, means you would probably go and look for ashi or prolly watch barney. Sorry ehn . 😁 Its not my fault I’m Almighty.

9. Real guys don’t steal pins, stalk followers asiin BBM, Twitter and Stuff. Guy are you that desperate , meet the babe and collect it na . Or you can just ask your guy for the pin, no gatts steal maw, its not that serious . At the end of the day , you will carry your mouth and say the babe is fronting. Who born your father, she know you from adam??.

10. Ehen finally for this segment . Real Guys read this Blog, asinn, My blog, Theo’s Blog, Real guys retweet this, send the link and spread my blog sha. This should be number 1 guy rule self. Let me not be selfish.

Ehen sha sha. There are still more guy rules, i cant type for long , maybe in another part . So till I’m in a very bored state, which is everyday , and i decide to write, follow @pietrosparks on twitter

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