Prologue. 

If you did not live an Ajekpako life in a ghetto.... Yaff miss a lot, I mean very plenty..... 
You missed playing in rain water 
You missed riding tyre on the streets 
You missed im pin, sekon tin, Im pin out 
You  missed building construction with wet sand 
You missed playing hide and seek in the night 
You missed swimming in the River 
You missed smoking chalk dust 
You missed playing police and thief  
You missed phone calls with paper phone 
You missed watching Black and White television 
You missed cooking sand foods that can never done 
You missed local draught 
You missed driving our cars made of sardine tin and bottle covers, worries made of carton 
You missed shouting UP NEPA! When there is no NEPA, as in in anticipation of NEPA  
You missed killing of lizards 
You missed our football matches, where the referee is the owner of the ball and also playing 
You missed catching of birds 
Finally, you missed Daddy And Mummy play, which is my favorite part, especially when I am the Daddy 
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Tales of an Ajekpako….  

I am Wale Adenusi by name, I  was brought up in Ajegunle, (the worst ghetto I’ve seen in my life) Lagos state Nigeria, living a life of abject poverty, an Ajekpako life. I had to hawk daily to help fend for the family affairs as the first son, because the father I have isn’t helping matters at all… better being fatherless than having such kinda father, he never cares.  
Everyday of my life is trouble filled, I go to bed every night with no hope of what tomorrow brings, a purposeless life, I guess I came to this life simply because others are coming, maybe I escorted someone to this world, only God knows.  
The Ajekpako life style is very interesting, the ghetto life I live with my family isn’t bad, but it’s worthless and purposeless.  
Will I continue to live my life like this?, surely not.  
But how will I do it to escape this kinda life..  
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Find out here… TALES OF AN AJEKPAKO. 

BY: O. M OLUWAMAYOWA AKA KingMarvey.