Me, what the fuck about me?

You all want to know abii? I am of the streets by the streets and for the streets. My workings choke. Test me and you go see say I be military democrat and you go collect wetin no good. Others say I was touched by the gods because i had very weird birthmarks on my palms. I liked being the anomaly and joked that I had the hand of god. Nana used to say that I be the pikin wey never done. Obobb, looking back I think he had a point. 

They say I was wrapped in a newspaper with blood stains and a piece of paper with the inscription 'SAMUEL BASSEY IBOK'. I guess I was always meant for the headlines! For some reason, the hospital used that as my name. You see on the streets everyone had a nick name. Some person's never needed one because their names already told a story. My case was quite different because no one knew what my parents actually wanted to name me. 

Samuel was a Prophet, Bassey was the English version of God in Ibibio and IBOK meant Drugs, Juju, or Medicine depending on the context. If you do the maths you'd see that I was born for this- I mean the streets. I am who I am and I refused to be boxed by names. Shii, I am out of context ! Maybe God didn't touch me but I touched him.

Still on still, na me be who is in the garden and na me still hide a little fine girl... No go talk when dem no ask you especially when I de on my Ronaldo Celebrations... Aboby mens go SIUUU later. I go lie for you!