Hushpuppi who first started by advising every kid in the Ghetto to hustle up and chase their dreams, disclosed the certain moment a landlord ejected his family from their apartment, how he sold clothes in Lagos and how he left the country to chase his dream.
Read his full post below...
"Letter to the Ghetto Kid:
As
a man that I am today who developed from being one of you guys, who
went through the same struggles you are presently going through, who had
to run and jump hurdles where other kids just walk past the same
situation in a better environment with better resources and much
provisions, I know the society do not expect you to make it, the
government don't care about your future, they toy and joke around making
rules and laws that only affect you and benefit the rich.
You
lack everything it requires to become who you might have loved to be,
do the things you would have loved to do or to live the life you may
have seen on tv or the internet, which I know you even have limited
access to because there's never power supply for such, which means you
are deprived most of the things that can be learnt through tv and the
internet in the first place which makes your dreams smaller, quicker to
fade away but I want you to know that darkness you are, without the
dark, the stars won't shine and so you can shine out if that darkness.
You
have been deprived so many right a child deserves and the world look
down on you because you are nothing but a clot of blood miraculously
turned a baby, and an unfortunate one at that. Good health, good foods
or good education hasn't been in any way your chance to have.
Looking
at you disgusts not your brethren only but even strangers are not so
impressed for your unhealthy appearance. Your strength; courage; and
dreams are nothing but hallucination just because you were not supposed
to dream big.
I am sure nobody ever believed in whatever you
say or do. You have been victimized by neighbors; friends; and even
family members who were supposed to give you hope.
This
is my story, this is me and this is the hushpuppi you have been hearing
about. The Ghetto kid in me is at Its peak and ready to explode and
spread around the globe. I am you and you are me. I represent every
under priviledge kid of the world and especially of Nigeria and of Lagos
and of Bariga and of Oworonsoki -- Where a landlord had chased me and
my family out of a rented room. I'll never forget the look on my
mother's face trying to send me and my siblings to neighbors and
relatives and the sadness in the eyes of my siblings.
Now,
you see I represent you? Trust me I know how it feels to not have
parents come watch you in school play football or run races in ur
school, I know how it feels to come out your apartment to take showers
in a zinc sheet bathroom separated from the building.
The
society made me who I am today, I was never one of those who their
parents couldn't afford a movie ticket to see a movie when Silver bird
cinema came newly, I shared shoes, toiletries and underwears with my
younger ones as well as mats and see me now at my early thirties, I am
writing you a letter from one of the favourite places any human alive
would have loved to be, billionaire or penniless.
Nobody
is listening to your cries; your lamentation; and your grievances are
not felt a bit. If I had sat down complaining about the bad government;
bad economy; bad friends, I will not be here today. I had a dream I was
not supposed to cry, knowing nobody would listen, so I rose from the
hood and decided to do the things my forefathers never did. I crossed
the seas, walked through burning bushes, jumped over thorns and babbed
wire.
A lot of people know me from when I used to
use okada to be selling "akube" clothes to boys that was making cheddars
in diff hotels up and down the mainland of Lagos.
Look
at yourself, do you like the way you are right now? Are you pushing
beyond limits? Are you succumbing to the tune of the selfish 'Baba
Alaye' in your neighborhood? Nobody will help you if you decide not to
help yourself even hailing Hushpuppi 1,000 wouldn't help you either, be
about you, get up, pick a struggle, leave your comfort zone, work hard
at it, pray a lot and don't kiss ass, rich people are users and
inconsiderate.
Dear hustling hood kid, let no
man hold you down. My advice for you is never to put your dreams in the
hands of Ambode and Buhari, they don't know you, they don't believe in
you cos there's millions of people like you on their neck, it's not much
they can do if they can even do anything at all so don't expect you
will ever win or make it by waiting for anyone."
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