Charly Boy reflected on his journey from being born into privilege as an “Ajebutter” to embracing the life of an “Ajepako,” a path marked by rebellion and a commitment to speaking truth to power.
He described trading the comforts of his upbringing for the harsh realities of the streets, driven by a desire to challenge oppression and advocate for the marginalised.
Charly Boy emphasised the importance of choice in shaping his identity, rejecting the expectations that came with his privileged background.
Instead, he chose to forge his own path, finding strength in the experiences and voices of the masses.
Charly Boy saw himself as a voice for those who are often silenced or overlooked.
He described wearing the scars of his journey like badges of honor, and his determination to speak out against injustice is unwavering.
Charly Boy contrasted the polish of his privileged upbringing with the power he’s found in embracing his role as an advocate for the oppressed.
He affirmed that his decision to follow this path has given him a sense of purpose and fulfillment.
Charly Boy embraced his new identity as “Area Fada,” a defender of the judged.
He acknowledges his roots as an “Ajebutter” but affirmed that his destiny lied with the “Ajepako,” a path he’s chosen without regret.
‘I was Born an Ajebutter,
But, I Ended up as Ajepako
I was born into silk sheets and gold spoons, a son of prestige, raised in the courtroom/home of a Legend.
Ajebutter by birth, yes soft life, soft tongue, soft hands.
But somewhere between legacy and rebellion, I chose the fucking fire.
I traded chandeliers for streetlights.
Gave up comfort for chaos.
Because how can you live sweet
When your people are choking on bitter?
I saw the lies wrapped in lace.
The fake smiles hiding oppression.
And I knew I wasn’t built to smoke weed in silence.
I was made to raise hell for the helpless.
Ajepako became my path not by force, but by choice.
Because that’s where the truth lives, In the mud, in the markets, in the mouths of the masses.
I became the voice that refused to whisper.
The punk that wouldn’t bend.
I wore the scars of the street like badges of honour.
No Gucci. No Gucci soul. Just grit.
So when they ask, Why did Area Fada flip the script?
Tell them:The mansion didn’t raise me, the mission did.
The throne didn’t build me, the truth did.
Ajebutter gave me polish.
But Ajepako gave me power.
And between the two,
I chose the one that made me unforgettable.
I was born Charly, son of a legal jurganut. But I became Area Fada, defender of the judged.
Ajebutter by blood.
Ajepako by destiny.
And I have no regrets
I no dey finish.
Charly Boy
