Life as A Convict

Hey guys, how-di-do, how’s your life been? I don’t want to hear any of it though. Miss me?  Well to be honest I’ve just been lazy to type and all, and its not easy going round with Rihanna to launch River Island stores around, then come back and satisfy Meagan and later go over to Ciara’s where she uses my body as her party. Trust me; my life is not a tad easy.

As I’ve been saying in my former posts, I’ve been working on a new semi-fictional series and all, and the thought hit me that this blog is for you all and it would be great if you all could get your own experiences on here, I am quite sure you love reading about my misfortunes and all but why don’t we read yours? So if you have any stories, experiences etc that you want to share, kindly mail me at . You can decide to be anonymous or not in the post, depends on you. So I’ll be expecting those mails oh.

 Y’all know my life in secondary school wasn’t bliss to start with, it was hell, if you don’t understand what I’m saying, just read all this

To be honest, Secondary school was fun, had its ups and downs but the downs far far outnumbered the ups , and sharing the ups with you guys ain’t no fun , although beating juniors was fun as hell; their resounding cries fuelling the desire to beat and punish them even more but that’s not what I’m about today.

It was a typical Saturday night when I was in SS1, and people were at the hall “watching” movies which nearly the whole school couldn’t see except the ss3 student in front of course, due to the fact that it was like a puny 32” TV, serving like 2,000 students. It was pointless going, and I heard they were punishing my mates somewhere so it was more like an escape, taking all this factors into consideration, I chilled in one dark class near my hostel, waiting for socials to finish so students could go to hostel, where the seniors would do all sorts of beating and shouting, then I’ll sneak in after all the bullshit. I waited and waited , went down to the farm, drank water from the tap, came back, they hadn’t still finished, so I decided to lay down and gaze at the stars, thinking of the day Ill leave all this bullshit. The ‘Lay-down’ turned to “zzzzzz” and the next thing; I woke up around 12am in the dark class, sighting no soul outside. I wasn’t so scared cos my hostel was just a stone-throw away. So I went to the hostel where almost every body had gone to bed, besides the SS2 and SS3 students that were still up cooking, punishing juniors, gisting amongst “Other things”. I went to my locker where I was arranging my stuffs and was about to soak Garri when one man entered the hostel, walked down to my room and said I was cooking. I was likefrabz-WHAT-THE-FUCK-12f2ab

I explained that I was about to soak garri, the man didn’t even show any sign of pity, he continued, telling me that I should bring out what I was cooking and I told him I wasn’t cooking anything, he therefore searched my locker and saw my cup of garri and water which I had left to swell so I could go to bed a happy man. He told me to stand outside while he went to round up other students that were “cooking” , I stood outside, and after rounding up some innocent and not so innocent people, he marched us to a military mans house. On our way, he saw another man which caught my mates stealing boiled eggs which we were to have alongside bread for breakfast. So we were marched all together to the military mans house. On getting there, we waited out in the cold for close to an hour before the man came out, he didn’t even chill to hear our stories, I guess he thought all of us had gone to steal egg, so he told them to march us to the main gate where they locked us in jail. We were like 5 students in the cell measuring roughly bigger than the mobile public toilets we have here in Nigeria. There was a toilet nearby that stunk like decayed shit, diffusing its odor into the cell and eating away our sanity minute by minute. All we could do was lament and lament, trying to explain to the guards, which weren’t even ready to listen to any crap; meanwhile the “Egg guys” just sat down and reasoned life. Even in the cell there was seniority, there were like 2 SS2 students, then 3 of us SS1 students. They demanded we squeeze ourselves in corners while they enjoyed the small sleeping space left. I ended up sleeping kinda like thisSleeping on the wall


Man the mosquitoes were beyond what I had ever experienced in my entire life, they could see in the dark perfectly, looking for every means to get their mouths down your skin, I slept “Roughly awake” throughout the night, while the mosquitoes buzzed around.

The next day was a Sunday, and the guys were all dressed in their white and whites, while we were being marched down to the galley where we were to collect our food and go back to the cell to eat. Some people had heard about the egg gist and were now looking at me like I stole egg too, to make things worse, the man that caught the ‘Egg boys’ worked in the galley and was shouting “Look at them, they are the ones”, pointing in a manner that highlighted all of us, I just squeezed face like a convict badass nigga and collected my food, ignoring every soul and went back to the cell.

Later in the day, the Guard officer came to hear our complaints half-heartedly, calling the man that caught us to hear his own story. The man insisted that we were cooking, but do you know the funny thing, I later found out that the aroma was coming from the other hostel not too far from my hostel, so it was either bad luck at its best or they were trying to follow me from my village. After going back and forth on our case, the fact that there was no evidence that we were even cooking was a major factor, therefore setting us free. Around 8pm, we were set free while the ‘Egg boys’ remained to face judgment because theirs was obvious. The “Egg boys” were almost expelled but eventually, it was brought down to suspension after numerous pleas from their parents/guardians. One of the ‘Egg boys’ is one of my G’s. Anyways on the plus side, I’m an Ex-convict, yunno how we badguys do ;).


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Secondary School Stories Pt 4 !

Hey guys. How was your night? Good or bad? Had the perfect dream? Didn’t dream at all?  Threesome with the babes of life? Or with that guy!. Anyways my night was aii. No dreams today, I’ve been rather making out in my dreams for the past 3 days, and hallucinating in real life. One person would say “you are making out ( not sex biko ) in your dream, they have charmed you in the spiritual realm “. -______-
Reading this for the first time?. My names are Pietro,Theo, Mike Ross’ brother, Runaway boy, Badman etc. You can call me any.
Anyways today I thought we should talk about a specie of people which rather have a twist in their DNA and probably their asses; Fags (Homosexuals, Gays, Pohts, Potès). HEY HEY IF YOURE A FAG AND YOUR READING THIS ,I AINT DISCRIMINATING YALL, GAT MUCH LOVE FOR YALL ( NOT LOVE – LOVE SHA JUST. ………LOVE .I HAVE SOME OF YOU AS FRIENDS).
We all had fags in our schools, whether it was Whitesands, st Gregory’s , holy child, BIS, Grange etc . You can deny it all you want but we all know what happens around 11 at night in “The corner”. My schools case is akways different. In other boy schools, they normally had a girl school nearby which they could mingle with and do shii and co, but my school didn’t, it just had one (Lord forgive me ) Razz school beside it that the girls looked worse than most boys in my school, and besides that, security was tight aspa military and co so jumping the fence was for the brave.
So now I guess the students back then were stranded and they needed “soul-food” which they couldn’t get, other than those that jumped the fence to go and knack outside. They resolved to “Giving” their species. Feeding in them and forcing them to collect.
I heard that back then around 1990’s the seniors which were all looking like this

Were all thirsty and could just see “one nice looking junior” and call him up to a corner. And go like this “Back to the matter, open and close, touch your toes , baby oya yodiii ” and the junior would go like this

If not, the senior could call up his other Mates and they could Gangbang you together and if you manage to escape, your life would be a living hell afterwards. There was no way to be loud or seen and you wont get Deflowered, or your ass Annihilated, your rectum destroyed!!! Really it was war.
Fast forward to my own time now. I never knew fags existed until I entered Jss2 prior to Jss3 when the hostel arrangements were shuffled and we had to live with our seniors ranging from Ss1 – Ss3. It was fucking madd. Other than the random beatings and co, I used to hear stories bout fags and co, the scariest part was when I heard that there were fags in my division ( kinda like area of a hostel,  Hostel–> Division –> Rooms ). I had to start sleeping like this

And I often repeated “My booty is mine, you cannot take it from me ” like night prayer (joking oh). Lol the funniest part was when I heard one guy, “The red sportswear guy ” wanted to fag one of my padis like that. Now, this my padi I’m talking about is fucking strong as hell, fucking built from birth,  to round it up, He is a Machine mehhn. So this fag guy crept up in the night to my padi’s bed. He had started the seduction and was about to remove his boxers to Dive in with his submarine when he chopped blow that sent him to the future and back, he didn’t see other people to fag, he wanted it big I think, so its not his fault. He quickly wore his boxers and immediately ran off and changed to green sportwear to resume business in another division. When we were on extension in school during the Jss3 exams, almost the whole set was packed into one room like sardines and this same guy wanted to fag one of my niggas, asinn he must’ve been possessed or something. As he climbed on the bunk this time, he did his seduction, trying to go in for the kill when he chopped slap that sounded like fighter jet. We all saw what happened, but you can’t talk ,besides we didnt have evidence.
It was becoming so bad that I had to arm myself, most people kept Wood under their beds. I made a weapon which involved a hard Spiral nail attached to Hard Dunlop Foam. I trained for weeks on how to aim the penis straight and I kept it close to me every minute. The swag back then I heard, was shinning torchlight on someone’s face , then confirming if he was awake or not, then see if you can go in for the kill. (COME COME, I ALWAYS HEARD, I NEVER CAUGHT ONE PERSON. IF I HAD EHN THE PERSON WOULDA BOUGHT ME PS4 LAST YEAR ). Lmaooo. One of my niggas recently came to my house and we were gisting and we entered someones matter. He told me about 2 guys in my set that seemed like they were cooperating asin sharing provisions and co, meanwhile the main story was that one had caught the other fagging someone and since that day, that guy turned to his bank. He would be like “Guy bring money make we cook ” “bring money make we buy drinks” . I swear I thought it was joint stuff until my nigga told me . The thing is that fags are smart, the way they cover their footsteps and the fact that you can’t open up a niggas ass to check is just perfect.  Its when someone tells you or you see that it finally clicks, “the slight vaseline stains” , “the slight ‘water’ stains”, “the over friendly behaviour” “the walking posture” . Ah but the way they will beat you if they catch you ehn . Lord!! They even beat someones Penis while at it one time. It was reddened like an overdone
The fags brought occupation for some niggas sha. They turned Fag police, staying in classes and other places to see who wants some ” Good Good loving ” that night. They would wait till they get their groove on, then they’ll strike and catch you ” dick in the ass or mouth – handed “, then they make their demands if they are not bent on beating you. But tbh why ass?? . Youre scarring yourself for life mehn. Some even had very feminine characteristics and cos of that we called them women. Tell me why they won’t fag you when you’re behaving like someone that needs memory card in the ass.
It was scary when you’ll come back from night Prep and you see metal bunk like this

Omo The thrust!!!!!!. While some were able to escape with their lives, some were unfortunately Expelled . I still suspect some of my mates though but we can only laugh about it,  hoping their secrets are safe.
As for me I AM PROUD TO SAY THAT I AM NOT A FAG IN ANY WAY  AND MY ASS IS STILL INTACT (COME AND CHECK IF TOU WANT). Anyways for y’all claiming #TEAMVIRGIN with a gaping hole at the back, Sorry bruv, It was the devil. Anyways I love lesbians , for all I care I dont mind dem lesbians mehn…
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