Maybe I am Anthony Galli

Oluwabukola Ogundare, Lagos Nigeria. I spent 12 years of my life basking in the hot sun, in Lagos Nigeria. Growing up in Nigeria was adventurous, exciting, dangerous and scary all at the same time.My exploration reached no limit during my time there. I started by playing the violin in the school band, which I was not very good at. I pretended to play, but my bow never touched the strings. I hid my inadequacy with the melodious sounds of other players. I eventually got caught and got kicked out of the band, and it was onto the next. I took up taekwondo, and I soon discovered that I had a hidden talent of beating people up (respectfully).My parents were not fond of my new found violence, so they disenrolled me from the taekwondo club and enrolled me in chess. What my parents did as a punishment, soon turned out to be my favourite hobby. I discovered that the reason I liked taekwondo was not because I was violent, rather it was because I enjoyed seeing people lose, and chess brought that same satisfaction. During my free time, I ran around my neighbourhood, with friends chasing dogs, playing in the pond and racking up my debt in the neighbourhood market. During my twelfth year of my life my parents received an offer they couldn't refuse, free education in America. Considering the millions they were spending every year to send me and my siblings to school every year so we could get a good education, I didn't blame them when they shipped me and my sister across the globe to live with my God-parents in Loganville Georgia.