I was born in Lagos with nothing.No father.No family.Just me and Mama, running from one landlord to another like rats.At eighteen, I have seen hunger, shame, and nights spent under the bridge.Life beat me so hard that I almost forgot what hope looks like.But Mama always says there’s more to my story than the streets.She says my father was not an ordinary man.She says there is blood in my veins that the world wants to erase.I thought she was just trying to give me hope.Until the day everything changed.Until the day someone came looking for me.Now I am standing between two worlds:The boy who grew up with dust in his hands…And the prince whose throne was stolen before he was even born.Which one will I become?And how much am I willing to risk to find out the truth?This is my story.This is The African Prince.