Your son who is 17 years of age left the house and told you he was going to "hustle", that you should pray for him.

You ask a few questions and you give him your blessings to go and "hustle".

Within three months of hustling, he sends you 1.4million. 400k to buy stuff for the house and 1m to save for him.

You don't care. You don't bother to ask how the money came about.

Within a few weeks, he sends 2m to you. Says you should save 1.5 and use 500k for the household.

You become your 17 year old son's account manager.

Before 19, he buys a small car and comes to show the family.

For the first time, in two years, you're seeing your son. Looking like a high way robber. Dreads, black lips, red eyes... His innocence is gone.

He changes all the appliances in the house. Opens a small store for you. Of course, he's the one responsible for all his siblings.

As a matter of fact, you're waiting for one of your son to finish secondary school, so he can go and join him to "hustle".

By 21, he comes back with a bigger car and gives you the smaller one to be using.

You still don't know your son's whereabout or where he lives.

All you do is to tell your neighbors that God has blessed your son.

At 23, your son comes and tells you he wants to renovate the family house.

Within 1 year, he completes the building and you invite your pastor to come and pray for the house.

When anyone who cares to know, asks what gave your son money, you tell them;

"Clypto".

Shame on you, Papa and Mama Pablo! Shame on you!