It has become a tradition with my Mom. Every year, on the 22nd of December, she begins the story of how I was born. It's always beautiful. She was on her way to trade her wares when she felt a hard kick. It was at this moment she knew STEVENSON was coming. She ran to the clinic and she delivered of a beautiful boy. A boy so light-skinned, you'd think he was white. A boy so beautiful that the named him CHUKWUEBUKA, meaning "God is Great" in Igbo language. Forgive me, I think it's only right that I eulogize myself since nobody would do it, lol.
I'm not so keen on birthdays. It's like, we're all gonna die soon and each year draws us closer to the final destination, wtf are we celebrating, haha. But to be fair, there is always a lot to celebrate. LIFE. Today I decided to go out. I haven't gone out in any of my birthdays that I can remember so this seemed ideal, and 
was in town. It was perfect.
was in town. It was perfect.
We went to one of the biggest mall in the country. The place was crawling with humans, yuck. Well at least they had their face mask on. There was a lot of devices and accessories and all. Boy, money is good. I and my buds could only watch, haha, daydreaming of when we would be picking this items up. Pretty soon that.
I was with two of my buds. We had the extra large chicken BBQ pizza. Safe to say that is not meal enough for grown men, xd. Afterwards, we had a bit of a photo session. I went over with my camera and my new prime lens and boy, we got some sweet shots. The nice ambient light from the pizza hut was perfect. Unfortunately, you wouldn't be seeing the photos until a few days.
Finally, we went to the gaming booth. He sure as hell got his ass whooped.
What a day to remember!!!.