Story of my life

Have you ever fallen on a sloppy hill and survived, have you ever been caught by the D.O in his compound trying to steal mangoes, have ever gone bare feet in a wet room and touch live wires, have you ever put pepper on the blackboard duster for your teacher to chock on, have you ever...I could go on but let me stop there...but you guys should try it sometimes its fun.
As a kid I was always scared of growing up. It looked so boring, peter pan the movie Inspired me.I vividly remember how I cried on my first day at school but I never stayed in class- i stayed with my sister who was in the same school. After getting used to schooling it became boring and I used to fake sicknesses just to stay home. But one thing I loved about school was the packed food I carried, tea with some slices of bread.

18+ xXx ( to continue show an I.d to the screen)

You guys remember how you could get caught screwing your neighbor and become the laughing stock in the neighborhood.. Well mine was epic. I was watching/ staring at my big sister playing a rope jumping game, can't remember the name. Then suddenly some girl I school with comes and whispers in my ear "lets go screw" The world stopped for a moment, I couldn't believe my ears, was I dreaming? I rubbed my eyes and reopened them but she was still there smiling. So I asked myself " Is it my birthday?" And took off to secure a private place. Don't judge me, I mean what kind of a man would reject such an offer, anyway we went to the bathroom and did our thing for so long that I even lost track of time. Then it so happened that the same bathroom was where "kalongolongo" play stuff for my sister were kept. Out of nowhere while we were completely blown by the wind of passion, someone tried to open the door. That is when I realized it was a poor choice for such an activity-there was no emergency exit. She pushed and I pushed back when she overpowered me I took a rod and when she peeped I hit her on the face. I think wise men were in such a position when they said- jumping from the frying pan to direct fire. My sister screamed as if she had been paid to, and in a matter of seconds the whole neighborhood was there to see the trauma. You don't want to know what happened. But one thing you should know, my sister still teases me with the issue that happened when I was in class one.
All along I haven't had much big issues with girls since I was imprisoned in a boy school both in primary and highschool. The only issues I had were my lies and skipping school issues, but on realizing my mom came and rectified the issue with a hell of a beating that I will never forget. But still I never stopped, I think it was the bad company I had was what really influenced me. Sometime in class 6 we were stealing guavas from some guys maize farm. After filling our tummies I was the first one to squeeze out of the bushy entrance, then my second pal came out laughing like crazy, and I was like what's up, amidst the laughter he hardly said "Chris ameshikwa" instead of sympathizing I laughed my ass out till I cried. Then some moments later he came out fuming and that was the end of our friendship.
Good friends are not just found, they are made. You can only see the good in someone when everyone else sees the bad. I made my first good friends in class 6 when the misleading ones transfered and upto now we are still best pals. We could go for hikes, drink together(juice cola), getcrash weddings and taste the cake, go to the library to check out hot chicks in magazines and read shujaaz, go to cybers to play computer game, collect bottles and sell them......maaan I tell you we were living life Ooops not forgetting crowding in corners and talking about sex then when some curious guy comes to listen, you change the topic. 
After a hard struggle trying to pass KCPE I only managed 331, I cried. But I could only blame myself for watching "$torm over paradise" instead of reading. All in all I never went to a bad high school although my mom broke her promise that I would only stay there for a term, I never complained. No TV in highschool meant a lot of reading and it bore me fruits. Now in campus a combination of all kind of distractions the likes of parties, phone, TV, freedom of class missing, girls who break your heart,  and movies...have been put in place so I don't know the outcomes..you can check my blog in 2018 and find out. My girl to boy ratio of friends is 5:1, I know what you are thinking but its not that. I refer to them as bitches(not on serious case), they fall in love with my phone. I can't blame them I love it too but I sometimes wish I was the phone..I now cant even allow my mom to view my gallery because I only have like ten of my own photos, the rest...bitches. But I love my bitches like lil Wayne says, and miss them too. Till next time people nice time