Malaysia-based Nigerian, Hushpuppi, who is known for flaunting his
lavish lifestyle on social media, has shared a motivational post where
he narrated on the struggles he went through before making so much
money.
Hush Pupi living the life
In a motivational lengthy post made on Instagram, popular flamboyant Malaysia-based Nigerian, Ray Hushpuppi, opened up about the struggles he went through before finding wealth.
The
Instagram billionaire who first started by advising every kid in the
ghetto to hustle up and chase their dreams, disclosed the certain moment
a landlord ejected his family from their apartment, how he sold clothes
in Lagos and how he left the country to chase his dream.
Read his post in full below;
Letter to the Ghetto Kid:
As
a man that I am today who developed from being one of you guys, who
went through the same struggles you are presently going through, who had
to run and jump hurdles where other kids just walk past the same
situation in a better environment with better resources and much
provisions, I know the society do not expect you to make it, the
government don't care about your future, they toy and joke around making
rules and laws that only affect you and benefit the rich.
You
lack everything it requires to become who you might have loved to be,
do the things you would have loved to do or to live the life you may
have seen on tv or the internet, which I know you even have limited
access to because there's never power supply for such, which means you
are deprived most of the things that can be learnt through tv and
internet in the first place which makes your dreams smaller, quicker to
fade away but I want you to know that darkness you are, without the
dark, the stars won't shine and so you can shine out if that darkness.
You
have been deprived so many right a child deserves and the world look
down on you because you are nothing but a clot of blood miraculously
turned a baby, and an unfortunate one at that. Good health, good foods
or good education hasn't been in any way your chance to have. Looking at
you disgusts not your brethren only but even strangers are not so
impressed for your unhealthy appearance. Your strength; courage; and
dreams are nothing but hallucination just because you were not supposed
to dream big.
I am sure nobody ever believed in
whatever you say or do. You have been victimized by neighbors; friends;
and even family members who were supposed to give you hope. This is my
story, this is me and this is the hushpuppi you have been hearing about.
The Ghetto kid in me is at Its peak and ready to explode and spread
around the globe. I am you and you are me. I represent every under
priviledge kid of the world and especially of Nigeria and of Lagos and
of Bariga and of Oworonsoki - Where a landlord had chased me and my
family out of a rented room. I'll never forget the look on my mother's
face trying to send me and my siblings to neighbors and relatives and
the sadness in the eyes of my sibblings. Now, you see i represent you?
Trust me I know how it feels to not have parents come watch you in
school play football or run races in ur school, I know how it feels to
come out your apartment to take showers in a zinc sheet bathroom
separated from the building.
The society made me
who i am today, i was never one of those who their parents couldn't
afford a movie ticket to see a movie when Silver bird cinema came newly,
I shared shoes, toiletries and underwears with my younger ones as well
as mats and see me now at my early thirties, i am writing you a letter
from one of the favourite places any human alive would have loved to be,
billionaire or penniless.
Nobody is listening to
your cries; your lamentation; and your grievances are not felt a bit. If
i had sat down complaining about the bad government; bad economy ; bad
friends, I will not be here today. I had a dream i was not supposed to
cry, knowing nobody would listen, so i rose from the hood and decided to
do the things my forefathers never did. I crossed the seas, walked
through burning bushes, jumped over thorns and babbed wire. A lot of
people know me from when I used to use okada to be selling "akube"
clothes to boys that was making cheddars in diff hotels up and down the
mainland of Lagos.
Look at yourself, do you like
the way you are right now? Are you pushing beyond limits? Are you
succumbing to the tune of the selfish 'Baba Alaye' in your neighborhood?
Nobody will help you if you decide not to help yourself even hailing Hushpuppi
1,000 wouldn't help you either, be about you, get up, pick a struggle,
leave your comfort zone, work hard at it, pray a lot and don't kiss ass,
rich people are users and inconsiderate.
Dear
hustling hood kid, let no man hold you down. My advice for you is never
to put your dreams in the hands of Ambode and Buhari, they don't know
you, they don't believe in you cos there's millions of people like you
on their neck, it's not much they can do if they can even do anything at
all so don't expect you will ever win or make it by waiting for anyone.
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