E don tey wey I don stubborn shaa...

I remember 7 years old me serving a punishment for using lighter to play in the kitchen... My dad told me to kneel down beside the door and hands up.

I started hearing my friends playing football outside and I couldn't stop anticipating myself playing with them... Emi ti mo rough... I gently trimmed our door net and went out.

I was out with my friends and begged them to call me any other name aside from my real name so as to avoid my dad's attention.

It has been cool, the sweat, the stunts I gave while playing and scoring goals.. I was calm because I knew my dad would be thinking I'm still kneeling beside the door...

I was almost close to scoring my sixth goal when the owner of the ball, out of annoyance collected his ball because he wasn't winning, but my team cared less since we won...

They all kept hailing me and shouting the fake name I told them to call me, but suddenly, they stop hailing me, they didn't even shout my name again..

They were all focused on looking at one direction, so I decided to look towards there direction too
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My dad: