A Piece of Me (Part 1)

A Piece of Me (Part 1)

I'm a simple man in my late twienties. While growing up, I have always appreciated tranquility. My temperament is melancholic and I'm ambiverted. I spend most of the time in my head. My imagination has always been more of fictional than real.

I hail from Edo State, Nigeria. I speak my native language,(Esan), English and French.

My journey to life bagan in late April of mid 1990s. It all began the moment I drew my first breath and had my first cry as a signal that I'm alive in this unknown and fast changing world.

As at then, living conditions were better. Things were yet to fall apart. "It was a good time to be born" as papa said to me.

I am from a very Catholic home and my parents are church adherents. As a preschooler, I could remember then in church we usually stand, sit, kneel and go for offertory frequently.; a routine which in continuity, imbibed in me over the years. There is

more to Catholicism than meets the eye, and being a Catholic is amazing.

Growing up, my parents had disputes from time to time, which for once never led to a fight. They usually settle quickly before the neighbours' interference. Dad is my Superman and mum, my Superwoman.They made it work raising five children. I hope someday to replicate such understanding and maturity that played out between them.

Though skeptical and sometimes hopeless about life's situation, a part of me does see life through rose-coloured glasses.....