THE PRICE FOR THE PRIZE: 'There were no fruits i didn't sell' - Super Eagles and Leicester City player, Wilfred Ndidi, opens up on tough childhood. - Welcome To Plugstuck Afrik

THE PRICE FOR THE PRIZE: ‘There were no fruits i didn’t sell’ – Super Eagles and Leicester City player, Wilfred Ndidi, opens up on tough childhood.3 min read

Leicester City of England and Super Eagles of Nigeria star midfielder Wilfred Ndidi, has opened up on his experiences while growing up.



Ndidi was born and raised in Lagos. His father was a soldier.


Ndidi had to battle through selling fruits on the streets of Lagos while navigating his father’s ”hostility” towards his football aspirations.


23-year-old Ndidi had to help his mum sell fruits and food in order to sustain the family, while he kept playing football and hoping for a breakthrough. Ndidi recalls.



Ndidi rose to prominence featuring for Nigeria at the 2013 Fifa U20 World Cup in Turkey before he was signed by Genk of Belgium, then in 2017 he joined Leicester city for £17m and he is now one of the first names on the team sheet for both club and country. 


Speaking to the Out of Home Podcast, Ndidi said;

“Though we had some ups and downs and trying to meet up with some bills, I was always there for my mum,”


“My mum was a food vendor and I supported her by hawking. I don’t regret that at all. Growing up was really tough, because it was all about survival. There were no fruits that I didn’t sell.


“I was the market boy and I was known mostly for selling groundnuts because it comes out every season. Just name them – I sold peppers, tomatoes and avocado. We basically sold fruits that came with different seasons. All these were done to survive in the military zone and outside.”


On several occasions, I got punished for playing football. Ndidi says.


“It was difficult because my dad wanted me to go to school but there was no money,” he continued.

“What made it easier for me was that when he was transferred out of Lagos. I had the freedom because when he was around, if I go out to train and he gets home before me, I have to explain where I was coming from. When I tell him I went to play football, I get whooped.

“There was a time I got whooped with a cow skin ‘Koboko’ and it was like a tattoo on my body. I couldn’t wear my shirt because when I put my clothes on, it becomes sticky and it’s painful. It was a military kind of discipline.”


Unlike other kids, Ndidi says he never had a chance to train with his age group.


“Growing up, I didn’t get a chance to play more with my peers because they were training in the evenings while the bigger guys were training in the morning. I was training with the bigger guys but just for ten minutes because I was too small,” he added.

“They always put me in when everyone is tired and also for them to be able to give me the training bibs to wash and bring the next day.

“My mum kept complaining because I didn’t have the time to wash them because I had to go hawk for her, but before I return, she would have washed them. That was the routine until I left my mum for Nath Boys.”

Notify of
Inline Feedbacks
View all comments
Would love your thoughts, please comment.x