A quiet place to make a living with lots of options to abide, I grew up in a suburb in the depth of the city commonly called 'Zongo'. I had no idea of how life will be in the coming years, as kids we always love to cheer ourselves with artifacts, games etc. Every day life is same as yesterday, our colleagues play best part of our growing up. I grew up in a community nobody cares about what happening, someone may lay dead by roadside no one cares to help. Rat and cats are always a predestined meal for people, it's a wake and bake to live here.
A morning I woke up to help mom gets stuffs together, she had a call about a dead Soldier so there will be a curfew onwards, so if I had intention of going to school it's a no. In three hours, A very loud Sarine was blown from a Tanker, exhibiting a curfew been introduced, no one realized until guns starts firing, there was totally displacement, people begin to rush in into random homes, It was a total fear for me to bear, mom says to me ' go under the bed, close your eyes' it was darkness under were I hid at, lots of thoughts came in mind. It was Frightening to hear shouts of people.
It's been a great time to live the moments of wonders, reminiscing all what you been through and saw. I remember I had no shoe to even go party with friends, so many times I been left out and privileges to go out with friends was really a trauma to do, sneaking out clubbing and be back in the morning as a kid doing that was a thing and easy for me, mom always get furious with it,
this Close friend of mine Kelvin, got my back everytime I get kicked out from home.
I've been in church throughout infancy, I was trained to play a role of a leader. leading members at church to share bible verses and sing praises. During then I had friends who did smoke weed and do everything that makes a person to be called Drugged. I played two roles as been a smoke and innocently be a preacher boy, No one could believe if they saw me drugging or heard about me drugging. I had smallish looks, quiet and smart to look at stuffs and keep it in mind
years later it got so hard to live so had to look forward to get little cash to get something for myself. I got my self into a gang, I was the don selling weed and was only guy to recognize real dope amongst bad ones. i was given a name "Spartan' a soldier, anytime police raids our ghetto they couldn't find the seller, was so innocent to arrest me. Mom has been worried about me, and I was worried about her. I had lots of stuffs I keep wondering how I managed to get myself out from, I played childish plays, risking myself selling weed and overdose with Tramadol 3 pills everyday. I really see all this all child's play