STORY STORY!!!!!

He is 27,
Dad aint been there,
Like he`s in Heaven.
for years he`d struggled from hussling on the highways of Lagos selling Digestive biscuits and Orange Juice that never expires to cheap casual labour placing him at the mercy of Lebanese and Indian Merchants
academia was a tussle, though he managed to attain a level,
A level the society saw commensurate with manning a gate for about 18hrs under the sun
a wage dispeakably poor,its analysis leaves his heart sore
he`s frustrated and wants to make a run for it
but his predicament holds him sway
he`s got siblings,and an infringing mother
"Just manage the work,you know say if you stop....ako go wan"
suddenly,to Ghana with a meagre sum,illegaly, he flees
for greener pastures he hopes to meet,
he wants to be rich and travel overseas
he`s dazed by the bitter reality that Life could be so unfair as he returns
"omo na the same for that way" he says
with a younger brother in ABRAKA
A father wey don WAKA(pidgin)
a sister wey be SCALAR
two other brothers wey be SHOEMAKER
a looming doom on his abode
for its been tattooed "X" by the Local council,
"dem say our house dey block gutter he says,so dem go fall am"
oh what a burden to shoulder
by a dear brother.
amidst this barage of haplessness,
is an unbelievable resolve.
"Omo, me i go hammer for this life, I no fit carry "Kalashi" (pidgin) or do yahoo yahoo,like some people" he says
"i go go school,make kishi (pidgin), carry my people commot for this Ako (pidgin)"
oh!! the travails of a Ghetto child
Was it by his choice?
u tell me?