If you don't know what this project is about, please read Introduction to my single story project (MSSP)
"It was in the afternoon", "no, it was in the morning", "that's not true, it was in the evening". That was the argument that ensued between my mother, father , and sister when i asked a
Although, it was about me as i was the main character of the story but i could not give my own side of it because even though i was the main character, i did not know anything that happened on that day.
They said i cried(obviously). They said everyone was happy(why wouldn't they). They said the nurses were all around me because of my beauty(celebrity from birth) but in all these, i can't say anything.
These remains a single part of my birth because I'm sure there are a lot of pieces i need to put together, but really how do i come about these when i don't even know the main story.
Even after my birth, just when i was beginning to understand what the world looks like, i began to hear different stories yet again.
My existence was defined by all these stories i was made to believe or rules that were generated as a result of these stories.
Now, i knew i had to change a lot of things about their decisions and influences.
It all started when they bluntly refused my union with my Yoruba lover because we were igbos. they were of the opinion that all Yoruba man were flirts and cannot love me the way someone from my tribe will.
I almost took to their opinion because these was something i have always done all my life. I started searching for the good in my Igbo male friends now that i knew that was the only option when it comes to my parents.
Contrary to my parents views, this guy was adorable and loving that i did not have any other choice but to dump the story my parents gave me and look at the blessed future with this guy.
"Never judge an entire race by just the single act of one man from that race"
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