There are two news about it: one is that the very first one I did in 2009 was with the wrong age (as I was under pressure to declare a wrong age as an aspiring footballer) It was also taken away by my football manager. Till today, I don’t know his whereabout, neither the old passport’s.

When I got born again, one of the convictions I had was to use my real age for every event in my life, and that’s quite controversial with the managers working with me on my football travels. They’ve made attempts to sort the passport for me with another wrong age, but I kept insisting on the real age, that often puts them off and they’ll terminate my deals.

Early this year, I finally got the fund to do it myself. I spent well a lot of money to get it done from the wrong age in my first passport to this right one. And the passport was just delivered to me, with the right age, right data and to the glory of God. Praise the God of HOP. Praise the Lord.