Charly Boy recounts encounter with robbers.
I remember growing up as a teen in Port Harcourt at number 11 Ohafia street, those were the good old days just before our independence.
I was a very playful kid, always rallying around me playmates who were often not in the class of kids that my parents would have loved for me to associate with.
My parents, I remember, always frowned at my choice of friends, they wanted me to keep the company of their friends children who also went to very private schools like me but those ones were no fun to be with, I preferred the company and friendship of the drivers and cooks children, they were more free and had no airs about them.
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In those days, I always wondered why they didn’t have as many toys as I had, or why they never had their own rooms to themselves.
Many years down, I no longer wonder why.
After I paid off my parents what I owed them by obtaining a masters degree in communication, I set in motion and activated my dream of becoming an outstanding entertainer by building The CharlyBoy brand.
Seven years of hardship, self doubt and obnoxious poverty paid off.
My tenacity and consistency made me resolute in the pursuit of my dream. I won against all odds.
The brand became a Force.
I mingled with all, gave hope to the less privileged, those who suffered injustice, advocated for the rights and respect of entertainers, jumped around with Nigerian students, okada riders, physically challenged, military pensioners, Nigerian widows, I became the voice of the voiceless.
I built a cult follower-ship, that made the powers that be, uncomfortable.
Even before my career started, I had always known I would pitched my tent with the masses.
The Ajebutter crowd had …Read More
Source:: The NET
