Prologue:
Poverty we dared; primitivity was our format, civility our default.
Social connections were prison walls, and going to school felt like a pain in the throat of our poverty-ravaged parents.
Our greatest world of fantasy was Iyede-Ame Grammar School — the mother hen that raised us from the Isoko-Ame Island, the Creeks side of Delta State, Nigeria, and nurtured us into all kinds of ambassadors across the wider world.
Those of us who made it from the bottom side of life to become doctors, lawyers, global leaders, presidents, renowned writers, historians, and more — made it only by the audacity of hope and the mighty grace of God.
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