Walk the Dinozaki

I was born and raised in a small village, deep within the Senegalian forests where the trees swayed to the soft waves of the wind. My mother and father worked laboriously from day to night to ensure a roof over my head and food on the table. My mother worked in agriculture and food trading, suffering from the poor working conditions and living standards as a result. My father left my mother in my early stages of life. 
On some desolate and sorrowful nights, deep in the chambers of my hay shack, I can make out the the muffled howls of my mother calling out to my fathers name "oohh Dabe... DABE!! Why did you leave us...". I've grown to fear my mother. In regards to my fathers departure and truancy, my mother progressively grew abusive, both physically and emotionally. There were some evenings, after I returned home from day school when my mother would begin to screech at me while throwing our hard-earned clay pots and pans towards me if I had forgotten to bring water for the night. I couldn't take it anymore... I was only 9. There were times where i'd stand at the peak of the Senegalian mountains and contemplate on my existence of life. At the tender age of 12, I started my own gang. I was a man many elders and children feared... they called me Grobinsky Lynx of the southern valleys of Senegal. I was speedy like lynx and cunning like one too! Till this day, a sickening memory haunts my every thought... I had just finished school and began my walk towards my shack when I witnessed an old American man with a red Ferrari outside my school. "Are you Grosombé D'abé?" he chortled at me with a fiery passion. My eyes widened with fear as I felt a lump build up in my throat. I slowly came to the realization as to who this man truly was... It was LilDinO! As petrified as I was, I saw a hand reach for me and seized away from his graps. I peddled as fast as my 12 year old self could and felt my whole body pounding from the traumatic event I had just escaped from. Shorty after I rejoined my loyal members of the gang and told them about the incident. Not even a whole month had passed and they all mysteriously died of black plague.
Many years later, my mother had finally earned enough African rupees for us to start a new life in Canada. Many of the "gofund me" and petition goals were never reached and so my mother had to work even harder. At the peak age 1of 5, I began a new life and attended a public high-school where I made several new buddies. On the day I turned 16, I decided to treat myself to a pork bun at "Saintonage Germainia". There, a lovely and elderly Chinese woman helped me at the cash register. I guess you could call it love at first sight but we ended up in several romantical positions on the counter and I left with a discounted bun in my left hand and a gleaming smile on my face. I have finally grown into the strong and classical man my mother wanted me to be and have become a well known gentlemen amongst many africans.

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Walk the Dinozaki

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