FOR THOSE WHO WANT TO STILL KNOW MY PROFILE.

My name is CHINEDU KELECHI PATRICK A.K.A ORIGINAL KEL, i was born in the year 01-01-1994 into the family of NJOKU in Ngor Okpala L.G.A, Umuohiagu Umuorisha to be precise in Imo state.

Am the first born among four children. I based in Lagos, reside @ Arikewuyo street in Orile Iganmu, Surulere, Lagos.

I got my first school leaving certificate in Lagos @ Helpers Intl school in the year 2006, then proceeded to Coker Secondary School that same year and graduated as an art student in 2014.

I am the MD/CEO of ORIGINAL KEL MEDIA CONCEPT located @ no 16 Arikewuyo str., Orile Iganmu, Lagos.

 

Growing up on one hand of the fabled parental balance, I never got the chance to be spanked by a mother or drawn closer due to reasons beyond my control.

As a kid, all I ever wanted was to become an engineer and join up those sparkly wires and metals together to create something everyone wanted just so I can give back the needs I never got, so I called myself ‘Engineer’ and fiddled with every available wire and battery as though it was a point of contact to my future.

It didn’t take a genius to realise that I just wouldn’t fit, and so my old man was advised to take me out even with their tuition windfall at stake.  Two more private schools were charged with the responsibility of moulding my unfinished pieces but just like the first, no potter had the right manual.

The last school I attended – close to my residence – came with a different twist though. I happened to make new friends as I warmed up to a new class teacher who advised, taught and prayed with us. The change of scenery brought with it a whiff of positives. My assimilation shot up as distractions shut down. Everyone was marvelled and so was dad.

At class 5, I was deemed so far ahead of my time and ready for the big leap. I took the common entrance examinations slated for class 6 pupils on strong recommendation from my teachers and it seemed to baffle only a few that I performed relatively better than most of the ‘seniors’.

With the reinvigorated yearning for knowledge, I proposed the idea of furtherance of my education at the secondary school level in one of the private secondary institutions around to which my dad obliged. The only problem became my stepmother who questioned the logic. To her, private education was costly and wasteful as I could attend any of the public schools around town. This suggestion stuck with my dad and kept me in tears for a year at home with a strong resolve to avoid the public ‘prisons’. Her decision kept me home but may her soul rest in peace.

The thought of my late mom heightened the pain I felt in my heart as I watched my mates frolic back and forth in their colourful uniforms that made it look like there was always a street carnival in the mornings and at noon. I battled on with the thought of being clamped in with a thousand and one people in a class with no physical bond with the teacher.

Things changed when my uncle showed up one day hoping to wait for me to return from school, only to meet me home. We had a lengthy chat about past events and how they affected me but he was able to convince me. His words fell like verses from psalms laced with reason. In no time, we were sifting through schools until we got one that seemed just right. It didn’t matter if it was public, what mattered was the fact that the phase was over.