Yesterday, I spent time with a childhood friend who I consider a brother. We grew up together in Okere, an old part of Warri. He recently returned from Houston and reached out to me after seeing one of my videos. We met at his beautiful home in the Bendel Estate. As we reminisced, we wished our parents could wake up from the dead to see what their children have become.
Humble Beginnings:
His father was a security guard—actually, a night watchman. He worked tirelessly, regardless of the weather. My father was also a night watchman. My friend couldn’t afford school fees at Baptist High School, so he would walk out of the dining hall when they called for those who hadn’t paid. He would then walk 20 to 30 kilometers to do manual jobs at the Nigerian Port Authority.
Rising from Hardship:
Today, my friend is an employer of labor, owns two private jets, employs expatriates, and has houses all over. Despite his success, he has not forgotten his childhood friends. When he meets us, he is relaxed and nostalgic.
My Father’s Legacy:
My father was a night watchman and a municipal worker. During the day, he patched people’s homes with mud, clay, and sticks to make ends meet. From him, I learned the value of hard work. He worked tirelessly to pay my school fees. Like my father, I worked hard to train my children through secondary school and university, even overseas.
The Joy of Seeing Success:
Unlike my father, I have lived long enough to see my children’s children and enjoy time with my family. I married early and had children early, which is a great joy. Coming from a poor background, I put in the effort, consistency, sincerity, and integrity to reach where I am today.
Lessons from the Ghetto:
Growing up in the ghetto taught me invaluable lessons. My father taught me the importance of hard work, integrity, and responsibility. He never owed anyone, and I learned to live debt-free. He also emphasized the importance of fidelity, which has guided me throughout my life.
God bless you
