Chapter 1 : MY JOURNEY TO CITY

Five things my parents did for me, first is giving birth to me, Second is training me through my pre nursery,my nursery to my basic then to my secondary education level, thirdly for pushing me into joining the society in every one of their practice, fourthly my mother single handedly disciplined me like I wasn't her son because I was very stubborn, then fifthly my mother single handedly made sure we didn't miss Sunday church till I was 18 years and graduated from secondary education.

I got into a lot of involvements in the society as a street kid, but as a wise kid I was always on steady alert, I was always conscious of everything that I do, I had rules and regulations that I dare not go against.

I grew up thinking the parents of other children were the best and mine was the worst, because mine was like a battle field.

meanwhile some parents had wished that I am their children and I know it because some of them said it in words and some of them kept me so close to them.

The five things enlisted above that my parents did for me I had never known them till I was 25 and I had already lost my mother. until I was 25 I began to realize how necessarily important those little little morals that my parents were able to teach me by force by fire.

And that was the best things any loving and potential parents could do for their children, even though I couldn't further my education which I know that I must accomplish! it was enough for me, the morals were rich enough to afford me anything I could want.

I grew up thinking my parents hates me so much because we were always having lots of misunderstanding every day every time, to a point I began to see my parents as though they don't want my success.

I could recall vividly the frequent reasons for that every day misunderstanding and fighting and beating me up Everytime, even when I beat someone outside and they bring complains to my mother,she wouldn't want to know what happened, she will bounce on me immediately.

So I was always an angry kid inside but outside I try so much to live my normal life.

Writing this book I'm 26 years but believe me I grew up to 24 years still thinking that my parents hates me so much and they never wanted my success because even when I've tried so much to please them as much as I can they were never pleased.

I grew up wishing I had another kind of family that is not what I have already.

When I was fifteen years my father sent me out of the one room we were living in,though still living in till now which I'm definitely working so tirelessly hard to overcome.

He called me and said to me go outside and look for some where you will be staying because you and I can not be sleeping in the same room with your mother and your siblings, he said that I am man enough to get where I could be sleeping.

He pushed me to me world and I never regrets it,and he never regrets it, he made me stronger than my peers, he mad me wiser than my peers.

I found where I was sleeping in till I finished my secondary education at my 18 and then I traveled to Town to my uncle's.

I was always a brilliant kid, I was always a strong kid, I was always the leader of my gang, it is verifiable, just go to my village and ask of me with one name,you needn't say it twice, I was always a hardworking kid, I was always a smart kid.

I was mostly known in my village for my strength and my hardworking and my cleverness, but I was always faced with inferiority complex within myself because of my background.

But I always had that confidence in myself that I am the leader of my peers, I am intelligent and I am stronger than almost all of my peers, that was the two things I believed within myself, but my background had painted me otherwise.

It was written all over me, any one who saw me as at 2014 downwards could testify to what I'm saying here, once you see me you will know that I'm from a poor background and I have been disfigured by hardworks.

I was always feeling not compatible with the world, all I knew was that I am so intelligent and I am so strong, nothing scares me or freaks me, I held unto that self esteem.

Instead of coming out to show what I've got in me I rather stay hidden and pretend I know nothing because I wasn't looking like what I know I have in me, so I chose to live a reclusive life growing up as a kid.

There were lots of inevictable challenges and there were lots of peer pressure, the opportunity of escaping without getting caught up were too tiny but there were lots spaces to fall in and fall down.

I grew up alone, I didn't have any elder brother or relatives around where I grew up, we had lived very far from our ancestral home, although in the same local government but in different community

So where I grew up I it was only my father that wasn't the biological son of the compound, it was a family compound, the man had built lots of houses and he owned lots of land and he married about 8 wives

And from history he was my grandfathers friend and they had lost my grandfather during the genocidal War of Britain and Nigeria against the indigenous people of Biafra.

So he picked my father and gave him a room in his compound even before most of his old sons were born, so my father lived there and got married to my mother and gave birth to us there and we're still living there up till now which I know its going to change soon!

There were lots of challenges from every angle and I had only myself by my side, I fought like a lion, I didn't allow the challenges to subdue me, I was always looking further for new innovations and change of things

Nothing drives me more than extaminating hardship from my entire lineage completely, that has been my first long lone drive till now.

So I began to fight whatever that has come to fight me, though I've not discovered myself fully..1