I was born in a swamp and have been living in a slum for the last 13 years

I was raised in a shantytown in a small town in northern Nigeria.

I am a teenager in my early 20s, a student studying at a local university and working in a shoe factory.

It was there that I met my first girlfriend.

In the years that followed, I became a part of the country’s booming garment industry.

But I had always wanted to live on the street.

The first couple of years were rough.

The only way I could afford to buy a basic home was to work as a tailor.

But my life in the slum was no picnic.

I could barely afford to eat, let alone pay for a meal.

The clothes I made were not cheap, but they were always well-made.

After working in the factory for four years, I moved to a small village, where I bought a house.

My wife and I soon became comfortable in our new home.

But it was also a time when I found myself feeling isolated.

I was living in the same slum as other young women, and there were few opportunities to socialise with other young men.

After two years of living in this environment, I started to question my sexuality.

I began to question what I was and who I was.

My parents were from a village in Borno state, and we had always known each other through my father’s relatives.

I remember being in my teenage years, as I sat with them in their little wooden hut in the mud.

They were all of us girls, we had our mothers and fathers, and I had no other relatives.

But then my mother passed away.

I don’t remember what happened to me, but it was during this time that I began my journey towards becoming a woman.

I met a girl in the family who was also my girlfriend, and she became my partner.

It wasn’t easy.

I didn’t have a lot of money to start with, and to get married meant selling my body.

My life in this small, isolated place was not good, and my life was not very comfortable.

At this time, I also came to terms with my sexuality and began to feel lonely.

When I realised that I had started to live in a different culture, it was a big change for me.

I started asking myself questions about who I am, what my purpose is and what I would like to achieve.

I came to know that my journey has not been an easy one.

I also began to see the beauty of living a different life.

I wanted to be a doctor or a lawyer or an artist, I wanted people to respect my differences and my culture.

I thought I could make a change in my life if I could learn more about myself.

My first experience with being open and accepting about my sexuality was through my parents, who were both Christians.

I found it very difficult to accept this fact that I was different from the rest of the family.

So, I learnt to accept it.

I would say that I would be more accepting of people if I knew my parents and family first.

It would also help me to accept that my sexuality is something that I can choose to be, rather than something that must be dictated to me by someone else.

I have also come to terms in my mind that I have been born into a different society.

This is why I have never accepted my sexuality, as it is a fact that is not my own, but is dictated to and imposed upon me by others.

When the news of my homosexuality reached my family, they were shocked, and at the same time very upset.

I had already started to think about what my future would be like if I was openly gay.

I decided to start a new life and try to live a different one.

After this decision, I decided that I wanted a family of my own.

I went through several attempts to get a family and had a very difficult time finding a family.

At the time, the only family I knew was my family.

I wasn’t comfortable in that situation, so I decided I would leave the village, move to a city, and begin a new existence.

I spent the next few years travelling around the country.

I worked in the construction industry and as a cleaner.

In 2013, I was offered a job in a construction company in Abuja, Nigeria.

In September 2014, I had a conversation with the manager of the company about whether or not I could work there.

He was very supportive of me and said that he would be willing to consider me for the position.

But there was one problem.

I already had a girlfriend, so it would be very difficult for me to become pregnant.

I told him that I did not want a child, and that I felt that I needed to take my sexuality into my own hands.

I did that.

It turned out that I found the company very supportive and very accepting.

In June 2015, I left my job and moved to the

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