Dear Guy,
Sorry for putting the “dear” because I know it is quite uncommon to hear
such words at the motor parks,that uncompleted building inside the
bush,the mama elegushi pot or shisha bus stop. My name is a guy who is
concerned about your future. You see my brother,I understand that your
family have abandoned you and written you off;that’s why you found
solace in the streets and joined the band wagon. You smoke to forget
your pains and sorrows, but does it really go away? You fight and gym to
show you’ve become a man, but is that really the true definition of a
It is true life deals us hard blows at some point in our life’s
journey;but we must pick up the pieces and continue. You’ve been
labelled restive and a street tout,hence you find your office complex at
the motor parks. You have no money to ‘chyke’ ladies so you rape our
little darlings. I understand your fears in life and that is why you
don’t want to confront them. Each time we tried helping you,you’ll spend
the money and continue pouring aspersions on everyone. You believe life
is a jungle and that is what it really is. But the way you’re going
about surviving in this jungle is really not the best. You listen to
Phyno’s songs and say that he understands your plight. He does,and
that’s why he packaged himself and makes money with it…you too can.

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Where you are now is not the best. Throw away that one wrapper and
convince yourself you can succeed through the right way. You may not
have the brain to study,but I know you have the strength to work. Think
about your future and make it count while there is still time. You will
succeed,and when we get to the Promised Land,you’ll pass me a glass of
water and thank God for the gift of grace for the race.


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