Formally -ALOYINLEPON looked like he had everything together but every night began to tell different stories.

When the day was over and the noise finally stopped, that was when it always hit him the hardest. The feeling that he wasn’t really in control of himself,he was always  feeling guilty and empty as if his world has finally come to an end.

He noticed his energy in the other room was slacking.

His focus was scattered. Little by little, his confidence was fading in ways no one else could see.

One night, standing in front of the mirror, he barely recognized the man staring back.

Not because of how he looked, but because of how he felt inside, tired,ashamed, disconnected from the person he wanted to be.

He didn’t need another lecture. He didn’t need someone to fix him.

What he really wanted was for someone to finally understand how exhausting it is to fight the same quiet battle every day to know what it’s like to carry a secret that drains your energy, your motivation, and your sense of self, while still trying to show up like everything is fine.

Mr Aloyinlepon, a gallant soldier with a collection of machineries making use of tape rule to as to know whether he will be enough for his wives and concubines.