... continued from intro.

I am a man full of dreams and aspirations. If one doesn't come from a wealthy home, then a wealthy home must spring from him. This is the school of thought I belong. In my quest for survival, I have engaged myself with many endeavors while considering other (naughty) ones too. The other time, someone advised me to relocate to cities like Port Harcourt or Calabar where I could pursue a career in ESCORT services (if you know what that means). Well, being an escort is lucrative but it requires much masculinity and other bodily features like massive phallus (my naughty part), hard nipples, pink lips, and their other siblings. Of courseI do not posses entirely all of that, plus I am proud of my near pot belly after all, I am an African man. In all of these, one problem still daringly stares me in the face, and that is the fact that I JUST NEED TO SURVIVE!

The other time, I secured a job as a gardener in one big man's mini estate... sadly, I lost same job in just a few months. What happened? My oga has an angel of a daughter who is so beautiful to behold. In fact, her physical appearance has the capability of turning a Reverend Father to a sinner hence, her father's constant monitoring of her in order to chase "devourers" away.

One day, while I was watering the flowers, this comely creature approached me with a problem in English grammar (she is a 22 years old year one student, studying Communication Arts). At the process of trying to help her, my boss returned home and I immediately noticed his displeasure, but my fear was confirmed when he started keeping a strong face whenever he sees me. That moment, I learnt how sentimental promiscuous men could be when it comes to their female family members. Did I tell you that my boss is a "Christiano Ronaldo"? Yes, he is... He scores at every slight opportunity. So I actually understood that he was suffering from rigidity complex as highlighted in Sigmund Freud's Psycho Analysis.

One day, I was cutting some tall grasses at the front court of my master's private residence when suddenly I had a whip from the tiny plastic that acts as a blade in a mower. As stimulus occured, I dropped the tool in order to attend to my injury. Well, the news is that I got fired by my almighty oga for being so careless to an extent of damaging his precious mower...sad😤😤😤!
So my woes continued (or should I call it quest?)

Now back to the present (while I soliloquize).

Greater part of my dream is to make my family proud. Back home, I have parents and siblings, but my major concern is my mother. She is beautiful and kind-hearted...always praying daily for her children to succeed in all their good quests. My father on the other hand has had his own thoughts and dreams virtually fulfilled. He his a very passionate preacher who would love his children to thread his own path. But nay, not for me! I am not a fan of the pulpit stuff. I have great passion for teaching...it is always a huge honor for me to impart knowledge in others. Well, that has done me in too. My former boss started hating me when he caught me with his beautiful daughter...but I was only teaching her. Wasn't I? Oh Innocent me!

Now, I have no job, and I'm at crossroads. A distress call from home may ring my phone anytime. I need to man up and do something. What exactly do I do? Get another menial job? That seems like the only option for the time being... now how do I go about that? Can you guess?

My name is Ntemuse and my story has only begun...!!!
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