When it comes to my life, there are a few things that pretty much sum up who I am — things that, if you knew, you’d either be impressed, confused, or you’d just laugh and move on. So, I’m going to share three facts about myself, but here’s the twist — one of them is not exactly true.
First of all, I’m a good dancer — no jokes. I’m the type that doesn’t even need proper music to get going. Sometimes all it takes is a random beat or some faint music drifting in from a speaker down the street, and boom — my legs are already moving like they’ve got a mind of their own. I’ve danced everywhere — at parties, in my room, while cooking, even in a school dance competition where I proudly came second. Whether it’s Afrobeats, Amapiano, or anything in between, my body just knows what to do. And the best part? I don’t even need an audience. I dance for me — and trust me, I eat every beat with ease.
Secondly, I am the only male child in my family, and honestly, that title comes with alot of uniqueness. Imagine growing up in a house where you’re the only boy surrounded by sisters — if you think it sounds fun, just know it’s a daily rollercoaster. One minute I’m the golden child because “he’s the only boy,” and the next minute I’m the official scapegoat for everything that goes wrong.
But being the only male child also made me adaptable. I know more about hairstyles, makeup brands, and menstrual cramps than any guy should probably know. At the same time, I’ve perfected the art of vanishing into thin air when their arguments start — those sister fights? They don’t come with rules or warning bells.
Despite all the teasing and “you’ll spoil your wife” jokes, I wouldn’t trade it for anything. My sisters made me sharper, funnier, and weirdly good at picking outfit colors (don’t ask how I know what a corset top is). Plus, being the only boy meant I got away with a lot — from skipping chores to getting extra food portions just because “he’s the only son.” If that’s not a blessing, then I don’t know what is.
Finally, I’m currently studying Animal Science in school, which surprises a lot of people who assume I’d be doing something like Engineering, Law, or even Computer Science. Nope — I chose to spend my days learning about goats, chickens, and how to make sure cows are in the mood to make more cows. It’s not your typical glamorous course, but I actually enjoy studying it. There’s just something about understanding animals — their behaviors, their diets, even their stubbornness — that makes me feel connected to them. Plus, goats and I have a lot in common — we’re both stubborn and love food.
So, there you have it — three things about me. But remember, one of these is false.
Am I really the family’s one and only prince? Do I actually love dancing? Or am I secretly studying something far less farm-related?
What’s your guess?