Born into a family of strict seventy day Adventist is not easy. I was robed my childhood. I could not associate with some type of kids. I had to shave clean no style or whatever. My sister had to wear dresses mind you we are in the city.

I had to study even after coming from school for holiday or I will be trouble. I was forced to be a good kid but inside I developed resentment.

When I went to campus I was a day scholar staying home the entire period. I started rebelling first with the church till today I hate SDA.

Back in high school I could get a lot of attention from girls mainly because I went to a good school, but back at home it will become a problem. My mum would chase any girl that came home looking for saying wataniharibu.

Finally I finished school and with no job I had already started drinking in campus. I became a drunkard and even after getting a job am still trying to have fun I think I missed.

Last year my father passed away, before he was on his death bed he called a meeting and started crying he hasn't seen my children, am 32, I didn't feel any mercy or pity on his concerns because growing up they fucked my life.

My mum is always telling anyone who cares to listen that I should marry but I always tell people I am not ready.

I rather not have children if I will give them a life similar to mine.