He started with sachets of water in a tray on his head. Running after buses, enduring insults and praying he sells enough to buy food. But when the road will quiet down, he'd join other boys with torn slippers and a barely circle ball. That was how his story began. 

Some neighbors laughed at him, some even schooled him, for chasing football instead of helping his mom sell water. He just ignored. With his bare feet, he learned to control the ball's every movement. There was no better way to master speed than running after buses for little change that will decide whether he'd eat for the day. A local coach spotted him one day. He didn't even own a boot, but his smooth touches were enough to control the field. 

Today, he's being tagged "the next Drogba", even by those who laughed back then. But he still remember those nights he counted coins after hawking, dreaming of scoring in a stadium. He may not be there yet, but his every kick is proof that even a boy with a tray on his head can rise to the top of the game.

If you know his name, tell us in the comments, let's see who gets it right