Everyone has a special day in their lives, it could be the day they were born, the day the completed their formal education, the day they married or gave birth to their kids, or even the day they die (seldomly used tho). For me, my special day was when i was born, on Friday, the 24th day of February, 1989.
Since i was born, i have taken time to ask myself one question, "Why was i born?", sincerely speaking, i have not gathered the entire answers to that question but as time goes on, each day elucidates a different purpose. Taking a quick historical gist, i hail from a humble background, my dear mother always told me that i love "garri" so much when i was a little kid, and i love eating a lot, (so no try me for food o, i go win you). It was not easy growing up as the first son of a family, there are several challenges, most important one is making sure that the family name lives on, so everything i did or do was programmed not to affect my family name, so i didn't do some "bad bad" things when i was younger.
