DEAR TAJU

Tajudeen my little Alaye.

Long have I longed to pen these words to you.

I must commend your efforts, even though I do not approve of your methods.

You wish to be a man already.
A desire to be called 'daddy yo' by a pretty dame by your side.
To dole out cash to your 'hommies' and be known as an OG even though I doubt that you know the meaning.

For an OG is not an easy title to acquire.
An Original Gangsta whose paths are littered with corpses of men, women and babies.
A path you will definitely find repulsive to your guts.

Like I said.
I commend your hustle.
Yet I must bust your bubble.

You see, life is like a pebble tossed across the still lake.
Each action creates a resounding ripple that affects the future.

Each 'wire (money transfer)' drawing forth trouble from the well of lack.
Each 'Maga' may be successfully fooled but there is a God whose wisdom evades all the 'formats' you can ever think and utilize.

Tajudeen gbo mi ye (listen to me well).
Never hurry to draw your future fortunes to the present.

Never hasten to deposit your slippers in front of the 'alfa, woli or babalawo's' doormat.
Entering into the devil's palace to sign a deal with the chief deceiver himself.

Have you not heard his oriki (eulogy)?

Esu laalu ogiri oko, afuni l'okan figbede gba.
The one who gives you one kobo to collect a million dollars back.
Choosing to take your precious life in return for some million naira he gives to you.

Bite and chew down the bitter pills of insults from friends around.
Stay focused on building your life dreams while the others bring in the latest rides daily.

Build a wall of contentment in you while still maintaining a hustling spirit.
For this will help you guard against feeling terrible and labeling yourself as nothing before those 'instagram gangsters'

Those boys who keep counting dollars on snapchat.

But will never share a video;
Of the pain they pass through.
Of the emptiness that looks back at them in the early morning.
Of the constant fear that they would lose all the gang of friends and babes if the money goes.

Of the inhuman acts they perform just to get those dollars stacked up.
Of the fake hospitals where they are paid and their body organs are harvested.
Of the little bags of hard drugs stuffed up their anus which they sell at dark corners.

I could go on Taju.

But I just want you to be patient for your time dakun.
Jesus has big plans for you always.

Your loving brother
Bashorun.

Oh.
Please stop taking all those codeine, rephnol and all those hard liquor.

Why do you want to kill yourself in the attempt to have longer sex with girls.
Wanting to kill the girl when there are other mandingo warriors awaiting your death.

Something you ought not to be doing at this stage.

Anyway.
Look forward to my next letter where I will discuss this further.
#BASHORUN

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