TWENTY IN ABA.

Of course I didn't write this immediately I clocked twenty. This is me lurking in the
shadow of nineteen with hopes for the forthcoming age.

TWENTY
Two decades on planet earth and I want to climb up to a hill and scream “fuck!”

I don't know what's coming. I know by now, I should have gotten a hang of it. I
just wanted to be an adult so I can get two extra meat in my rice, but no, life had
other plans, life just want to touch you where you pee and give you an intense anal
fuck.
It's how life works. plan to get better of it, and that's just the problem. life doesn't
just seem to go as planned always figuring how to outsmart you. it's crazy how this
happens. had a lot to accomplish but I haven't done half of it. maybe I still have
long years ahead, maybe I don't.

Aba has drained me, I wouldn't say life, life is a bit too broad(possibly vague) for
me to blame, but Aba is a place I can see, so yes, i rest my blames on it (and the
rest on myself). other places do treat me better, but there's something about this
place that has brought me to my lowest, rinsed every sense of pride I had in my
eyes and brought me face to face with shege. I might be over exaggerating but it is
what it is and etcetera etcetera.
(I know, I know, this shouldn't all be melancholic and shit, but heyy!, it's my birthday, the
birthday boy gets to make his rant, wait till it yours to do yours. I'll try not to make it too sad.)

I still have hope tho, dwindling everyday till a miracle strengthens it. much plans
on board, wanted to mark this once-in-a-lifetime-twentieth-birthday different with
getting myself shawarma, the other birthdays of course lonely as usual,
unremarkable. but nothing for me. unless Sucre papi and Sucre mami-s reading
this feels benevolent enough to get me one shawarma. I'm thankful. eshey gan.

3175561538 firstbank.
Alexander Chikezie

Despite the uncertainties, how scary the future is, would I give up along the way?
No, sir! (unless something really traumatic happens, who knows? I might, I just
might.)
Would I shake in fear because of the obstacles that lay in my way? yes, to be
honest.
I mean, I'm human after all, skinned with fear, I live with fear for my life, isn't that
how we all feel each day?
E XCEPT OF COURSE THE HUMANS READING THIS , MY BELOVED READERS . PEOPLE THAT
WERE MADE DIFFERENT , MADE WITH SO MUCH COURAGE AND STRENGTH THEY
OPENED THIS FILE WITHOUT FEARING IF MAYBE I SENT A DICK PIC ? OR MAYBE A
DETAILED DRAWING OF THEIR NAKED PICTURES .

uWu.

(btw, you're serious about that dick pic tho? have some shame. I'm still
underaged.)
I just want to firstly thank you for making part of the years in this life's maze box,
bearable. and, I'm always here for you if you need my help, or company (or cum-
pany) and reassuring you that I have projects still on the way, good music and
good laughs and good ‘ahns’ too.
mm, too sexual, Alex IX is too horny.

anyways;
I just need one sugar mummy that’ll squeeze me into her tits, smother me with
affection and kisses without asking for my virginity, whisper into my ear that I’ll
be fine and squeeze $50k into my hand. Sigh.
But have you guys seen me lately? My beards are outt! Hide your women. I’m
going to be so fucking sexy. I’m so fucking sexy, omg! if I catch your girl,
otilo! Look for another one. But if the other one comes for me too, otilo pro max!
I’ll ignore side talks for now. “cheers to a new dispensation!”