Saturday 4 February 2017

Welcome to My Street


Where dudes carried guns around like mobile phones, and marijuana served both as appetizer and dessert even when there were no meals.

Where gun shots lured you to bed at dusk and itching sounds from an old church speaker woke you at dawn.

Where you don’t tell a kid to calm down when he is about using the latest skill he learned from watching Shawn Michael on Smack Down.

Where dudes don’t separate fights, instead they formed an audience and took sides. So you bout till you are down and a blow with a weapon is no count, the swing of your fist is what keeps you to your feet.

Where pythons are not snakes but nicknames of Dudes who are more dangerous than real snakes.

Where cars are bought with cards and not cash, and how much you will have is determined by how smart you are.

Where Truth kicks your ass and lies prove you smart.

Where men told you how far they’ve gone, but in all the distances they’ve covered you don’t see what they became.

Where the hood protects even a serial robber, shielding him from Police arrest.

Where you do not snitch, unless you need a doctor’s stitch.

Where Ladies sleep around without condoms and still not conceive at random.

Where Sex is so common that how long you lasted is the topic and not if you had sex.

Where you paid for a Samsung TV, received a receipt for a Samsung TV, only to get home with a frustrated LG TV, and no hope of return, because you have a Samsung receipt.

This was where we called home; it gave us the lorry load experience and basketful tact we needed to scale through the numerous hurdles of life. From the intertwined corners of York Street, Ngwa Road, Ama-Hausa, and Faulks road, to the inner turns of Okpoko, Upper Iweka, Fegge, the cut out lanes of Diobu Road, Ogbunabali, Rumuokoro, and the dustbin estates of Ajegunle, Shitta, Bariga, and Ilaje, we inherited the resilient street spirit that doesn’t leave a fight until the opponent is down.

In many ways, the street has had many attempts to break us, but our strong resolve for a better future broke us out of the streets, made us what we are gradually becoming and placed us on the path of our dreams.

Deaths, bloodshed, riots, rapes, robberies, and any sort of crimes, we have seen them all. Yes, they cracked our resolve, but the lights ahead of us were so bright that we didn’t derail from our paths. We focused on what we wanted and we are gradually getting them.

It takes more than a dream to break out of any uncomfortable situation. You need more than Ali endurance, a Tyson fast swing, a Mayweather apt timing, a Scofield Smartness, a Bauer aggression, and a Seal Team VI Sniper focus, to be able to not just adapt but break out of any situation.

Rough situations aren’t made to break you, they are made to bake you.

Be Strong.

#ShoutOutToTheStreet
#MyStreet

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