James James

Hi, my name is James James Bogi. Okay y'all already wondering why my name sounds strange already. Anyhow let me elaborate this for you, technically in our country some shit like naming your child James Jr or Neymar Jr is not allowed at all.

And because my pops loved his name so much he decided to give the same name, that's how fucked up this really is.

Ever since school, when teachers, friends and some other other people called out my name, I knew I was fucked. These people mocked me a lot. At some point these arseholes were right. Like " Who the fuck calls their son James James". Were there no other names? There were other names. DAMMMMIT.

Anyway introduction is not over, James James is my name, innit? But in the streets they call me London. Okay y'all already mesmerized again. This time around I really like the name, yeah of course it's London - that city in England or UK or whatever the hell it is.

But why they call me London though? Yeah already know London is a beautiful city and so fuck fuck. Of course I'm beautiful noooope handsome I mean ( but it's kinda the same thing idk ) but the real reason is I was schooled in English Medium Schools. Shit. I speak fluent English as a motherfucker. Forget that Manchester English shite I mean some real London, clearly English. By the way I'm a maaaaaaaaaan.

Enough of me, let me introduce you to someone else, my boy- day one fam. He goes by Milli Vanilli. Do y'all remember Milli Vanilli group in the 80s? They had Rasta or dreadlocks or some shit. Still don't remember them ?!! Those lip-syncing guys because they didn't sing shit like for real. If y'all don't remember them then it's your loss. I don't care.

Milli Vanilli were of two people but my boy is one. He got some mad crazy dreadlocks or Rasta, idk. There is no need of knowing his real name because I honestly don't even know his real name and we grew up together as homies.

Surprisingly, this motherfucker doesn't even know his real name, though. Matter of fact he never went to school but he can read and write well. There is some shit you will never understand but works in our world.

My mom don't like Milli because of his Rasta. She be saying, " Milli, you a good boy but cut off the Rasta. They scare me. "  Mom has been saying the same shit to Milli for over 17 years. I always laugh it off whenever she says some shit like that because I know deep down she loves Milli like me but she don't like the Rasta part.

I do understand Milli though, he told me ever since he was a toddler , this motherfucker had dreads like for real. Milli never knew his parents but he was raised by a very very very cool and dangerous man he goes by the name Neega. Yes, neega. ( Please wonder the three very ). And by the way Milli Vanilli is a man.

Enough introduction for now! Ain't you bored? It's getting boring already. Let's get to the good part or the bad part. OR the good part first. Okay, let's start with the bad part. Like for real I don't know which is the good part and which is the bad part, they all look the same to me. SMH!!!

************YESTERDAY***************

" HEY, let me go! Where are you even taking me. Do you even know who my pops is. " Milli panicked.

I was there. I was abducted too together with Milli.