Saturday 8 March 2014

LOCAL BOY


LOCAL BOY

From the slums of the darkest street to the lights of the brightest city, he always had to fight; a fight for freedom, and quest for stardom.

          Like the local gin, he pierced the hearts of many with his attitudes. His parents would stay awake till 11p.m waiting for their local son to return home. His only excuse for staying out late was “hustle”.

          Having known the taste of poverty, he wished to sip the wine of wealth, but no one gave him a glass. All he could do was sit around and wait. But when glasses never came, and the wine was going down, he had to grab the bottle for a gulp.

          Each day he had 24miles to travel, and each year he had 365 mysteries to unravel. His life was a gridlock of opportunities and disappointments.

          He never gave up on the girl that called him a “local boy”, or the man that called him a “failure”. He knew he was bigger than what they saw, and he struggled to break out.

          He was bounced at the gates, slept in studios, managed one shirt and trouser, all in the name of hustle. He did all this to get to the limelight.

          Funny enough, his parents were not his best friends, because he chose a different dream from what they had for their local son. They wanted him in Suit and Tie, but he preferred Fez Caps and Jimmy Boots.

          The street became the only friend he could run to, and he was gladly accepted. He fought hard on the line, just to break bread before the time; he never gave in to side attractions. He aimed for the sky, and the street was the inspiration that made him high.

          He didn’t only dream big, he also created a link. He could no longer wait for the key of success to be tossed to him, so he had to break in. like a volcano, he shattered the rock of failure.

          Today, the girl that once called him a “local boy”, now wish to have his autograph. The man that once saw him as a failure now chose him as a role model for his son.

          Amidst all his achievements, his parents still saw him as their local son. To them he was just a local boy with an international dream. They believe he was the local boy that got the best from his locality.

Augustus C.

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