Chapter 1
I have come to detest Poverty in my family and my immediate Surroundings. I will give anything and everything to escape this vicious cycle of poverty. I want to be better than my parents.
My elder brothers and friends have Come to accept poverty as their faith and are almost proud to wear it as a badge of honour. It is their alibi for failure. They accused me of becoming proud and pompous when I distance my self from them to think about my future.
I was no longer satisfied with the status-quo. There has got to be a paradigm shift. My elder brother then died in a gun battle with the police after a robbery. People came and consoled us as if my brother was a hero, who has paid the ultimate price in this warfare of class. It is not a sin to take from the rich and give to the poor. We had so many robin hood.
The rich were doing their best to protect their wealth. They live within estate and villages protected by high security fence. So much inequality threatens to tear us apart.

I didn't want to end like all those boys. I wanted to make something meaningful of my life. Children in my ghetto have no dreams or hope for future.
Education was the only way for me to escape poverty. But who will train me. I did menial jobs to survive. The local church became a second home and a Sanctuary for me. I became the priest Favourite son. He doesn't shy to tell people that he sees potential in me. He saw my hunger for knowledge and bought me a library Load of books. The priest was like a father to me.
My thirst for knowledge was unmatched by anybody in my community. The priest enrolled me into a secondary school where I outshined my school mates.

Be careful with that priest o!!
Don't sit on his laps I beg u

Cant you encourage an upcoming writer

Nyc Story U Got Here Bt Pls Be Consistent In Yr Update.