I grew up Catholic in Lagos Nigeria, and whatever I am today I owe to my Mom. Now retired high school principal.
I’m the first of 4 kids. Mom said she always wanted 2 boys and 2 girls. I didn’t exactly know my Dad. He died in 2008 from injuries and complications to his brain from a fractured skull on the job doing construction work. They say a heavy rock fell on his head from a high distance.
I dropped out of college to find work to pay for funeral arrangements and support my mom and 3 siblings. I did a lot of things I’m not proud of.
I arrived in Chicago Nov 2014. The American dream at the time was intoxicating, to say the least. I was 30 years old in pursuit of happiness, naively optimistic, and the worst kind of fool.
I met a beautiful girl from Texas. Gave her my heart and definitely won’t be needing it back. We got married. I became one with her. Gave her my life and my seed and in return, she brought me back to life. Bore me a son. Mini me. Maybe he’ll have the life I never had.
Fast forward August 2019, I was found guilty of conspiracy to commit wire fraud. A sentence of 102 months and here I am.
I’ve wasted no moment since my incarceration. Always striving to be aware of my environment, paying attention, learning the hard lessons.
I have constantly applied myself and attacked the subjects that suit my inclination from many different angles.
I’m aware every set back, failure or hardship is a trial along the way and seeds that are being planted for further cultivation if you know how to grow them.
Right now I’m simply enriching the ground for my seeds to take root.
Even if I may not see this process in the present. I know it’s happening.
