Let me blow your mind. I love listening to people’s story. Sometimes, it is not to solve them but to learn from it and write a story. 

I have a friend who knows how to dance, so do I . He told me his secret or rather life story. He used to be a playboy until he met his first girlfriend who was a pastor’s daughter. The first day they met, it was sex and things escalated from there. The girlfriend was too pompous . She spent on him for she is rich, so he broke up. 

The second girlfriend (exhales), he really loved her but she died in an accident, while going to get vaccine for HIV which was transmitted through rape(Some gang was sent to rape her while her ex boyfriend came to visit her. Worst is, she was a virgin) courtesy of the ex girlfriend unknown to him then . The ex was later pregnant for him(through make up sex) and his schooling was on hold. This secret will be long so, I will write it in bits. Anyway, his story was quite touching and full of twists/back stabs. 

At the end, I learnt being a dancer can be terrifying, really terrifying. God save us in this Nigeria. I don’t want to be a dancer as a career anyway after all that.