One Day

It’s probably my job to tell you life isn’t fair, but I figure you already know that. So instead, I’ll tell you that hope is precious, and you’re right not to give up.
C.J. Redwine,

The clock ticked its way vibrantly into tomorrow. Each movement resounding loudly into Jokuaa’s ears, hopelessly competing for an iota of her attention. She couldn’t be bothered however as she kept pondering her recent encounter with Coach.

“I say again,’ the coach cooed, “what do you want to do?”

“I’m quitting coach… I’m the weakest in our team and the others uh..ehem…I …uh …think it’d be best if I ended it here,” Jokuaa answered timidly. Coach looked at her with his worldy-wise eyes and let out a kind smile.

“You know Jokuaa…the world only exists in your eyes. You can make it as big or as small as you want. Just because the world as others see it don’t understand your game yet doesn’t mean you should hang your boots, and who cares if they think you suck? Your reality shouldn’t be shaped by what others think. “

“So what do you want me to do Coach?”

“Heck I have no idea but whatever you do , just don’t quit!”

11 years into the future

The whole ceremony seemed surreal.
Her parents and teammates looked on as she ascended the podium to accept the Best Women’s Footballer of the Decade award. Coach was in his sixties now, watching her through a plasma tv she had gotten him last Christmas. The slow hum of the air conditioners accentuated the silence that had come to colonize the auditorium. She ascended the podium slowly, each step teasing the silence with echoes. The cameras clicked, and rolled as the whole world waited with bated breath to hear what exactly this colossus of world football had to say. She looked at the camera directly, smiled kindly and almost in a whisper , said,” Don’t quit!”

Vanity card #10

For Mr. Opoku Mensah who instructed until my good was best. Thank you sir.

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