Well, what can I say? Life has been tough so far; I wouldn’t give it a five-star rating. I’m a 23-year-old guy, the only boy of the family, living with my parents, and I hope life gets better soon. I finished secondary school back in 2018, and since then I’ve been hustling, but only small changes so far. I wish I knew then what I know now, and life would’ve been better for me at least. Most of the friends I have are slowing me down, and even the area I’m in is draining me. Money is just the only thing that’ll get me out of this mess. I’ve lost some friends along the road of fighting poverty too, and I’m grateful for life so far. I currently have a two-bedroom apartment with a friend, but I didn’t realize that our ways and thinking are different. My mind every day is literally about getting money, but my roommate’s way of thinking is not really the same as mine. I wish I had listened to my mom when she told me to rent an apartment alone. So anyway, I left my apartment and came back to my parents’ house to start over again. I go online and see some young guys my age having it all, and I envy them.
I keep asking, when will my own come? My parents are getting old, and I want to do something big, something that will make them proud before it’s too late. People say connections and link-ups with the big boys play a good part in one’s life, but I’ve been trying that route, and it seems I’m just on a solo mission. I pray and hustle every day. Allah sees my heart. I just pray it works out for me soon, at my young age, not in my late twenties, because I believe it will work out. Just pouring out what’s been bothering me here.