This work is not to encourage anyone not to go to school
or despise education, in fact it is the best legacy one can
ever live with but to encourage everyone out there that
aside education, there a hidden talent deposited in every
individual out there and this talent deposited in each
individual by GOD can take us places.
CHAPTER ONE
Kenny please pass, let me score with my new boot I
screamed but I was awaken by a slap I received from my
dad, so I have been dreaming all this while but in reality I
just bought a new boot and I am excited because it took
me years to buy this boot, after years of training in a
patched boot which I inherited from mothers younger
brother, so now I can play and train in a much comfortable
boot. I was excited that I went to sleep that night without
eating only for my dad’s slap to wake me up the next
morning. I am kunle Thomas and here is my story.
Being the only male child and the last child in a family of
five, much responsibilities was vested on me at a young
age because father said I am the only male child of the
family and that sooner or later my sisters would get
married and go to their husbands house and change
surname, that I would be the only one to retain our family
name, so I must be educated so as to live a better life
when I grow up and take of him and mother when they
grow old. born in the early 2000’s to bode Thomas a 45
year old civil servant and Mary Thomas a 40 year old
trader, life was much easy for me growing up because
being a boy and the last child of the family I did less or
little chores. With this I spent some time with my father
but I spent greater part on the football field because I had
dreamt of becoming a footballer. Trouble started when I
told father that I would be taking football as a profession
when I am through with school, this irked father because
he had always wanted me to become a doctor. It was on a
faithful Saturday in 2014 sitting alongside my two sisters’
bunmi and bose alongside father and mother, due to the
environmental sanitation going on, mother was at home
and father hasn’t gone out. I told father bluntly that when I
am through with my junior waec examinations which
come up in few months, I would focus more on my
football training so that I could be like messi someday.
little messi was actually my nick in training because of the
way I play, not that I haven’t been going to training but it
was more like a bit part training, so I thought after exams
I would go into full time training. Mother has always been
supportive in anything I do because she had this believe in
my abilities and my dreams of becoming a footballer, also
due to the fact that her brother once played in the national
team but he told me he missed out narrowly on the 1980
world cup due to an injury he suffered in the qualifiers
against Gabon and since then he didn’t rediscover his
form so he had to quit football and focus on becoming a
coach and currently he is the coach of bontel united a club
competing in the national league, uncle tade story was
also a major drive in my dreams of becoming a footballer
because I have heard on radio and watched on television
players saying how proud they are to represent the
national team. Father on the other hand has never
supported my dream of becoming a footballer, he has
always been a man that says education is the only thing in
life and he was not the football type, he only watch
football when Nigeria is playing and that was if it is shown
on terrestrial television. He once told me a story of how
football killed his childhood friend, so since then he hated
anything football, even it took his friend intervention
before he could allow me to go to training and he said
bluntly that day he won’t cover any expenses if one day I
get injured on the pitch. That’s gone for now but there’s
fire on the mountain and a big hurdle to cross in my path
to becoming a footballer. Less I forget I am a diehard
Chelsea fan and willian is my be