A hoodlum is someone born in abject poverty in a rural or urban setting, who could never afford a 3 square meal. At age 5, was already hawking on the streets and trying to earn his keep.
A hoodlum was probably abused and exposed to constant threats in his neighbourhood.
A hoodlum saw violence earlier than probably anyone would hope to.
A hoodlum attended a public school once in a while when not on the streets hawking but had no teacher to teach him or was flogged for coming late to school.
A hoodlum had no books in school and his home and school looked very much alike.
A hoodlum hardly saw the walls of a secondary school and if he did probably dropped out without getting anything from it.
A hoodlum had no mentors, got no words of encouragement, had no dreams and was unable to aspire to become a doctor, Lawyer or Banker.
A hoodlum has had to be his own father and mother from a young age and fend for himself, resulting from time to time to crime sometimes as a means of survival.
A hoodlum is the son of a hoodlum and his greatest fear is that his children too will be hoodlums.
A hoodlum is either in prison or his brother, father or son is in prison.
A hoodlum is Yoruba, Ibo, Hausa, Fulani, and every tribe in Nigeria you can think of.
A hoodlum is Muslim, Christian or without a religion.
A hoodlum is a product of an uncaring society that watches children roam around disenfranchised and without hope but refuse to accept that they will grow up to become hoodlums.
A hoodlum is a creation of bad, uncaring and ungodly leadership.
A hoodlum is a Nigerian.
When you see a hoodlum today, show him some love. You may have contributed to making him who he is.
Let’s all think deep and see how we can make a difference.