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The Mistake Wey E No Mean Make

Charly Boy run, disown him parents.
Run from order,
Run from him papa shadow wey tall like prison wall.

Papa want son to waka straight, talk soft,
Carry name like glass wey no suppose crack.
Charly Boy bin want noise.
He want chaos.
He want hear him own name shout back, give am.

So he rebel.
Chains, tattoos, scandal, loud living—
Everything papa fear and hated
Everything Nigeria no fit ignore.
But the hunger dey hide for 999.
No hatred.
Hunger to be himself,
To be judged by fire, no inheritance.

The real mistake?
Believing say distance fit replace conversation.

Later, he admit the quiet pain—
Even after noise, disruption, loud living,
He wish him papa stayed longer to see the man wey him finally become.

The irony?
The man wey reject the path lay for am
End up walk harder road—
Built with purpose, sacrifice, service.

Principle dey,
Just wear different cloth.

By the time understanding show face,
Time don close door.

And that na the human mistake of all—
Realize too late say the ones we dey fight
Na their approval we dey secretly crave.

999
The Memoir of CharlyBoy
Every Library needs one.