This is my narration of the little things which meant a lot, things I barely survived through. Weekends are for basketball,free days are for basketball and when the need is ripe,weekdays are for basketball. In a busy week of work without pay,million worries,thousands of cares and hundred over expectations an off day is a basketball day. I forgot my phone inside dad’s bag. Unsure of when he’ll get back I decide to follow him to the bus stage. I didn’t catch up. I had to wait a whole hour tops at the bus stage in my training kits. I sighed when I was handed over the phone. Training starts now. I was almost soaking in when a kid stops and tells us,the guy who was here moments ago has stolen a phone from that bag and points at my bag. The same phone that had me waiting a whole morning away. Flame(coach) and I follow him. Yes we caught up and he beat him dirty,just one blow though from a black belt holder is dirty. It’s the same phone I am writing on this piece. Grateful to God .