La familia...

My handsome and beautiful 22 cousins..

From my paternal side ...

While growing up i was either in umuahia or port harcourt...

i visited Abuja sometimes..

I had over 15 of you as buddies (those around my age bracket) The older ones were fun when they wanted to be... sometimes they were just too strict for me...

We all attended a federal Government college... we no dey use seniority play...

The female ones that were older...you taught me loyalty...
My tongues could not waggle more than they should.... your slaps came to remind me Why i had to be loyal...

Our parents maintained... Respect whoever is older than you... even if it is just by a year..

Chinwe slapped me when i was 13 because i and uche oriaku were playing with that small ball from roll on...

Sister chi said we should come inside, it was the former house in paka crescent ph city... we were playing table tennis.. she said we should bring the ball..

The ball was somewhere next to the plantain plantation....

Uche said he was looking for the ball..

I said "uche even if you see the ball, dont bring it"
Sister chi asked me? What did you say?
I said that i said "uche even if you see the ball, bring it"

She said it wasnt what i said. That i was lying.
She asked uche and i to kneel down.. we did kneel down.
I was 13 or 14... sister chi is older than me with 6 years and i am older than uche with 3 years
Chinwe is older than me with a year.

Chinwe said i was lying. I was kneeling.. my tongue waggled.. it shouldnt have... i said i wasnt lying ... i murmured a lil maybe...

Kpoza!!
It was a back hand slap from chinwe!
I was furious
But they no born me well to slap back...

I had to be loyal.
I was still kneeling

(Children's day was yesterday and i didnt feel like writing about my childhood like i saw people doing on fb.. today i am.. because i was making a post from a picture Aunty Uloma made me save.. she posted it yesterday... she referred to as children... ph holders, doctors, engineers, sociologists, nurses, models, economists, msc holders... political scientists...writers and media and business gurus..... yet true, true, we still be children even though many of us don born children)

My male cousins ... you taught me Loyalty in your own way ... DTC (Damn the consequences) made you exercise your free will you become agile thus... thus you taught me loyalty to one,s self and learning to face your wahala if you f. Up. No carry person along.. no call person name when you no suppose call him name... watch your brother back.. but atimes all man carry your cross...

But then we all learned "balance" after a while... you just cannot keep damning the consequences when the consequences come to damn you... like when they leave you so damned!

This is the Family. 22 are cousins.. 3 are siblings.. 1 is me... 26 in total..

Would have given you details about everyone but that would be revealing too much

But to meet the people on this photo you have to tour the world

Nigeria to south africa to Greece to uk to finland to America

Now i am not even sure everyone is where i mentioned..

You may think meka ekpo is in Nigeria when he is in brazil.. so dont even get it twisted......

La familia extra sophisticated!

God over Lucifer

Positive over Negative. Love over hate. Sober over toxic. Kind over wicked. Good over bad. Peace over war. Morality over immorality. Truth over lies. Accountability over Misappropriation.. humble over proud.

Save your soul....

Corporate Street Boy

Ambition

Lately it seemed to me like i did not know exactly what to do
A plan i had failed. I did not know what next to do.
I did not realize till after i made a song and confessed in the lyrics that i was "stuck in my lane" of course... i was indeed stuck...
Like a Glass cup stuck in another Glass cup..
I felt stuck.. i felt bound.. it was stagnancy, no clear cut positive move.
Same day.. same thing... we were in the future but it only felt like the past. Living the same routine over and over again... its been 8 years down here...

Why am i stuck?

The name of the song will tell you...

For the love of the Game
ELARH IS STUCK IN HIS LANE

that brings us to the title of this post. #Ambition

That is the problem. The ambition i have, the dream i saw. The visions i created and the mission i began. I could not stop... like an addict .. i just could not stop.

I had created something... An ideology.. a plot. A metholodgy, a plan, a life time mission and it failed...

What i wanted had not been seen by others
But i had seen the picture
Talked alot about it but it never really happened.

It kept hunting me..

I am a rapper, a writer, a social activist, an event manager, a promoter who wants to be a politician later in life.. he also wants to have money but he doesnt have money now.

Do you see the ambition

I am a rapper i said?

No it should be i was a rapper...
But hey, i still free style among my small circle of 3 hommies..

Right now.. i feel more like a broke bsc graduate of public administration who is looking for a job... anything legal" to pay him...

It has to be legit... lost alot already...

So to get the ambition rolling... i had to switch cards... i had to go back to school.

Probably remain a zikite for another 7 years...
Just for the ambition, then the qualification.

As for money... me i am done chasing you... start chasing me....

Chika Nwachuku.
Corporate Street Boy
Elarh

You saved me.

Yes you. You really did. This very space, this very brand (Corporate_Street_Boy)