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By Adeyalo Kolawole
IG: @adeyalo
PART ONE
I wasn’t born with a spoon; talk less of having a silver
one. By logic, I was born with dark concoctions, through unbelievable stress.
My dad died trying to provide for a child he needed, but couldn’t take care of,
while my mother just had to make due with carrying her bowl down the street in
a bid to salvage peanut from the well-wishers. I turned 10 amidst turmoil and
bad weathers and piercing eyes.
It is safe to say I am very beautiful; blue eyes, long hair,
soft body and naturally red lips. I drew a lot of pity and generosity from
people who only gave because they wanted to help a fine girl. For some reason,
they were all confused that I was still in the slum with my mother.