CHAPTER ONE

What does it mean to be truly evil? Well I haven't been able to answer this question, and I believe no one else can truly answer this question without being a bit subjective.

One may wonder why any sane person chooses to ask such a dark question, but in my world sanity is a state of mind everyone seems not to possess.

Well my insanity may have been caused by a couple of factors, but I think it all began the day I was born. I was born in Nigeria, the busy city of Lagos to be precise. My insanity did not occur as a result of the horrible economic and security conditions of the country of my birth,but because of the situations surrounding my birth.

My mother gave birth to twelve children(my dad must have been a wicked machine or my mum was just  desperate), all of the which die except me and my brother . I don't really remember him though but am sure he is as miserable as me . Due to the fact ,all my sibling died I was termed an Ogbanje (devil child) .

My mom die a few years after my birth . I was about five when it happened.My dad tried to kill me claiming I was a witch, but my mom begged to differ claiming I was just special (specially evil I suppose).My dad was still determined to do away with his evil child, but my mom still kept on begging. My mom begged for my life for quite a while, and my dad kept on trying to get my head. Although I was termed an evil child my mom loved me dearly and that's what got her killed.

 At least that's what happened in my imagination, but the reality was that my mom regretted giving birth to me, she didn't love me one bit .As a matter of fact both my parents hated each other.My dad kind of loved me ,or rather he loved the dough his devil hound of a son could get him .Well my mom was always out to get my head ,and I knew my bro was next ,but she had my dad's head first,and before she could get mine she mysteriously die or did I kill her? We may never know.

After both my parents died I was on my own, and my other family members wouldn't agree to take me in (well am not sure any one would ever take in a demon child , would you ?).I took to the streets to fend for myself .The streets of Lagos were no place for a child to dilly dally. It was the clear definition of a dog eat, dog rape ,dog kill dog world.

 The streets of Lagos would have consumed me if not for some ungodly intervention . This ungodly intervention was Bakare .