November 11

So today I am not going to be talking about my life because I believe there are a lot of things everyone of you that is reading this journal has learnt about me. Instead, I want to tell the story of a guy named Jack. He was the senior prefect in my former school in Port-Harcourt. In this story, I am going to be the sole narrator and whatever I say is authentic and not falsified. I would like you to pay attention to this wonderful tale of Jack. I am aware that it may not be any of the things that have happened to me but this story is important. Jack's story is important because I am a part of it. I am part of it in a very little way that you may not be able to notice but I am.

Jack has had a lot of girlfriends since his rise to greatness in my former school in Port-Harcourt. He has had the classy girls, the rich girls with fake Gucci watches and flamboyant styles. The nerdy or less popular girls have never been left out in his taste to explore womanhood and of course most of his quest t