By the age of 18, while his peers were applying for bursaries to further their studies in university,
Chico had already pulled off enough scams to buy himself a second-hand car, rent an apartment and renovate his mother’s house.
He was a master of disguise. A charlatan that had enough charisma to sell feathers to a peacock. His secret was keeping things simple. People believed simple lies, simple stories and simple appearances because simple things made sense.