Chapter 5: The Boy Who Dreamed of Space
No forget the dreamers. There’s a boy I sabi, just eight years old, always dey ask during night gist: ‘When we go start dey live for sky like cartoon people?’ Sometimes he go lie down for him mama mat outside at night, dey point moon, dey ask, “Mama, na when we go reach there?” Adults go laugh, but some dey suspect say this boy get big destiny.
By twenty, reality begin set in. He write for journal: ‘To reach space, I need three things...’ First one? Money—plenty money, the kind wey dey for NTA news, no be your pocket.
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