My Dad — “Boy Alone” died when I was 12. I had to take care of my family so I left home at 13 and joined the Illeg@l refinery in Naija Delta, I lost a lot of my friends and I left and started working as a laundering man at 16.
I wanted to learn how to produce music myself and I served my teacher for 1 year and six months, he was a gospel music producer.
I wanted to be a rapper but My Teacher’ — Dr. Roy said, ‘he can only teach me how to produce gospel songs’ so I had to quit being a rapper.
He never taught me how to produce I was just an errand boy at the studio. When it was time to go home, Dr. Roy will pay for my T-fare back home, I’ll pretend I was going home till the moment he was gone and then, I’ll head back to the studio because he never allowed me to access his computers.
I stayed up all night learning on YouTube.
By the time he’ll come back the next morning, I would have cleaned up the studio.
Things got complicated and he kicked me out
