By: Arc
Level: 3
The day Nigeria gave me the final F**K YOU…I have tried so hard against all odds to believe in Nigeria. I have maintained my stance as a patriot. A very extreme tough task considering I have the Obsessive Compulsive Disease, I love to plan and plan and plan and love to see everything in apple pie order, everything working as it should be. The planets revolving around the sun on a pre-set axis, I am a son of God, a child of perfection. I expect, believe and hope for perfection. Somehow (Maybe because of my ruthlessness in my former life as Lestat or so) I was born to Nigeria, the worst place for an individual who craves order. There is nothing but chaos, pure sublime divine chaos here. Continue reading