Jenwaki's Life Bench

Every time I sit on this chair trying to construct something for you my faithful reader, I always have this vibrating energy in me that makes me excited about it. I know to some of you its no biggie writing, I mean people write stories that are read all the time and that fetch them a lot of money or  even give them recognition of some sort, but here I am all excited because even if I will not get all or any of the above, it gives me enormous satisfaction that  you are over there reading what I have written, not because you felt obligated (am so hoping this is not the case otherwise it will literally kill me) but because you are simply interested. Last time I promised u a story about a girl who managed to make us worship the ground she walked.  I have to tell you this, women can be this powerful, yes they can actually make you worship them sometimes deliberately or unknowingly. Imagine an eleven year old managing to have that effect on a bunch of girls mainly because we ...

Today I may not be having the right mood of story telling but it is at this point that I always challenge myself to raise up to the occasion and do something that will distract my otherwise crappy mood and turn it into something constructive like giving you something to read about, au sio? Moving on swiftly to the main issue here, I was a very aggressive, playful and cheeky gal (don't want to use naughty to describe my character coz am sure what that may interpret in all of your minds, am not insinuating anything, honest). My excessively carefree nature is one of the major reasons why my folks decided that I may not grow up to become a proper woman  if I didnt have enough exposure to socialize with girls my own age.  Apparently, my siblings were all boys and when it came to playing, i would join in their boyish games no matter how nasty the games were. I would become too rough even with my brothers and they would always tell on me to my parents so that is when my parents dec...