**This story contains some explicit content.this shows the transition of the main character from a young innocent boy, to an artist, and what ladies would call," a stark player". Please if you are a religious critic, I would advise you to stop reading here, if you're indifferent, then enjoy this true story** READ PART 1 READ PART 2 Read part 3 after the cut And the rest they said, was history. Segun escorted fatima down to the wema hostel,the hostel with the calm girls as others called it,with awkward silence being their close counterpart. What they concluded minutes back,was now Segun's first offical trophy. Sure he didn't take the lead,but who cares, what goes in the net,stays in the net,and he had gained,in many ways than one. "See you later" segun said, barely able to look into fatima's cold eyes, as he hugged her goodnight...he watched her walk to her hostel,and fatima,sensing his eyes boring into her petite backside,made the best o...