Why We never had to go to Disney World

We all know how it feels to long for something.

Be it a place, a people, a friend, a lover… longing is that delectable feeling of wishing your life to be different.

Sometimes it feels like the faint hint of a memory that spurs a subtle chuckle, or a veiled smile. Other times, longing looks like waves of nostalgia in an ocean of memories tempting to swallow you whole.

It’s a feeling I wouldn’t wish on anyone.

Yet despite the loathing we have for that nostalgic feeling that visits us from time to time, I have learned some of life’s greatest lessons in reminiscing about the past.

Remember Disney World?

The other day, my mother asked me, “do you remember when we went to Disney World? Weren’t you really happy then?”
I was sitting comfortably on the dining room table, suddenly gripped by deep thought and second guessing my answer to what seemed like a rhetorical question.

As a kid who grew up in Nairobi, going to Disney World for the first time, even as a teenager, was the experience of a lifetime. At least that’s what I’m supposed to say. I should tell you that it was one of the most memorable moments of my life. The type of moment that this world has taught me to cherish because, you would think, that the times when I wore the biggest smile on my face, were the moments that the waves of nostalgia bring to the forefront of my mind.

My Favorite Memories

From the years of 2009 to 2016, I spent long periods away from my family. They were in Nairobi and I was in the United States. It was hard. I was 15 when I left home and I had to grow up extremely fast. Though occasionally, as one would expect, I missed home. I missed my family, my friends, the food… everything. And when those intolerable waves of nostalgia crashed through my mind, I often prayed they would swallow me whole and drift me back to the comfort of home. It was in those moments — the times when I really longed to be home — when I learned some of the most profound lessons of life.

Everything I Thought I Would Miss, Didn’t Really Matter

When my mother inquisitively asked me if I remember our trip to Disney world, I wanted to tell her yes. But the truth is when I was longing and yearning to be with my family… I didn’t think of moments when we rode roller coasters and ate turkey legs. Instead, I thought of the most apparently mundane and unexciting times I spent with them. The banal and routine experiences we shared were the moments I yearned for.

Christmas with Snow Peas

I remember one Christmas we spent together at my Grandmother’s place in rural Kenya. (We call it ‘Ushago’… but I think you’ll understand it better as ‘the village’).
That Christmas we had no electricity. There was no TV to watch or tablet to play on. And there’s only so much you can read before a book puts you to sleep.

So, my brother and I just sat, slept and did nothing. And once we had sat down for long enough and slept as much as we could, we all sat outside and shelled snow peas. And trust me, as a kid, extracting boxfuls of peas from pods is the probably the most drudgerous and uninteresting way to spend Christmas day.

In fact, if you had asked me at the time, what I thought of the whole experience, I’d have said that I was bored and jaded out of my mind. Yet, for some strange reason, those hours spent on my Grandmothers veranda shelling snow peas, make up my favorite memory of Christmas. When I spent my first Christmas away from home, it was that day that I would yearn to go back to. I would have given everything to go back to shelling snow peas with my family.

The Endless Car Rides I hated

I remember traveling in our family’s old Peugeot 505 on our trips upcountry. These were 4–6-hour trips that “took forever” and for a kid who could hardly sit still, I hated those car rides.

At the time, there were no tablets or phones to play on. No TV’s in the car to watch movies and no Wi-Fi to entertain us. Instead, my brother and I spent most of our time sleeping. And once we had slept enough, we would find a reason to fight. And after we had fought enough, the window became our greatest entertainment. My father would put on this beautiful west and southern African music that I still cherish to this day. The funny thing is, at the time, my brother and I never really liked those songs. And today, they are not just music, but the sounds of memories kindling my childhood spirit and taking me back home.

We’d sit in the back seat in complete silence and I swear time would actually stop. There were no buildings, or people to stare at, just these long stretches of savanna between towns.

And right there.

Sitting in the back seat with the glare of the sun in my eyes and the sweet sounds of ‘Africa’ channeling through my ears, I was completely content.

Sunday Afternoons

When I was younger, Sunday was often one of my least favorite days. It was ‘the day before school’ started — which meant it was almost as bad as Monday. And Sunday in our household was often treated like ‘family day’. We’d just stay around the house, not really doing much and the thought of school was ever so pungent in our minds. There was ‘nothing’ to be excited about.
Our common routine was going to church in the morning followed by a lazy afternoon. And the afternoons always seemed so prolonged and boring.

After lunch, we would all sit on the large dining table at our house ‘doing nothing’. My parents read the newspaper over tea and my brother and I read small magazines and talked about life. Eventually, we’d end up having deep conversations in those moments and my father coined the term ‘family meeting time’. Over time, those afternoons became more intentional and, to be honest, if my brother and I had a choice, we would have skipped those meetings, gone upstairs and drowned ourselves in television. Instead, we just sat, drinking tea, filling crosswords and chatting about mundane and irrelevant ‘stuff’.

But funnily enough, despite how much I hated Sunday afternoons. It was those moments, seated on a chair at that dining table, laughing at mindless irrelevance and drinking tea, that I would give the whole world to go back to.

We didn’t need to go to Disney World

When my mother asked me if I remember Disney World, and whether I was happy then, I wanted to say yes. I felt like I was ‘supposed to’. But the truth is, I never thought about Disney World. And when nostalgia hits me, I don’t recall all my extravagant and ‘happy’ experiences. I don’t think about eating at fancy restaurants or going to see amazing shows. Instead, when I think of home and my family, I think back to those mundane car rides to nowhere, the boring Sunday afternoons and Christmases with no electricity.

So maybe, just maybe, everything we’re taught to long for is not actually what we remember. And in response to my mother’s question, “maybe it was never about going to Disney world… it was just about being with my family.”

The Worst Thing Social Media Took From Us

If you’ve ever sat on a toilet, with your phone in your hand and free WiFi, then you know the power of social media.

Nowadays it’s such a natural human habit to pull out your phone and scroll your life away. I guess it just feels better to get lost in other people’s lives sometimes. Or perhaps it’s that numbing sensation you feel as you ‘Enter the Matrix’ of Snapchat stories and Instagram photos… who knows?

But before I go shaming social media for all its pitfalls, I must acknowledge that in many ways it has made my life better. The truth is you probably wouldn’t be reading this if social media didn’t exist.

That said, it’s not my intention to write some generic article on “why you should stop using your phone” or give you some psychological analysis of the effect social media has on our brains…blah, blah, blah.

No.

Instead, I want to offer you a different perspective.

My Childhood

Let me take you back to my upbringing in Nairobi, Kenya, when I was seven years old, playing outside, kicking a ball around, and doing things normal kids used to do. I would ride my bike, fight with my brother and build things in this little dirt patch we had outside our house. Life was good.

At that time, my brother and I didn’t really watch TV. It just didn’t appeal to us that much. Our TV had two channels, and they both showed the news most of the time — which is also the most uninteresting thing a kid can watch. This meant that most of our TV time was spent watching re-runs of ‘Thomas the Tank Engine’ on VCR. And there’s only so many episodes you can watch before you’re reciting each of the characters’ lines before them, i.e. it just got boring really fast. Consequently, my brother and I found other ways to entertain ourselves.

Though, when I tell people of this time, there are those who say I “didn’t have a childhood” or they pity me. Then there are others who had similar experiences. And there are those who, by comparison, would think I grew up in the Hamptons (at least we had a TV right?)

But despite what other people may think about my childhood now, what really matters, is how I saw myself at the time.

When I was watching re-runs of old shows on VCR, I wasn’t thinking “oh man, wish I could get a PlayStation” or “wish I had an Xbox to play Crash Bandicoot…” No… I didn’t even know what a PlayStation was. Maybe I was Naive or ignorant… but the fact is, I was completely content and happy. I didn’t know that I lacked anything, or that other people had more or less than I did. I had no-one to compare myself to and thus, life was just… life and I was content with it.

Today’s World

Fast forward to today and things are quite different.

That beautiful childhood naivety and blissful ignorance I once had, has now been painfully stripped from me by social media.

Let me explain.

When you’re mindlessly watching TV or waiting at the bus stop and you curiously open your Instagram app on your phone, what do you see?

You probably see your friends or perhaps a few celebrities that you follow, all giving you insight into their lives. It feels good. You get a sense of numbing joy to watch the stories of their lives and in a way, you feel closer to them. It’s a great way to stay connected — especially with friends you don’t speak to often.

But while your scrolling through pictures on Instagram and watching stories on Snapchat, do you ever consider that what you’re seeing is not ‘real’.

People are not sharing the ‘real’ parts of their lives; they only show you what they want you to see; their perfect and luscious lifestyle and anything they perceive as noteworthy or ‘special’ around them.

Think about it.

When you’re at the funeral, you’re probably not going to pull out your phone and start ‘snapping’ people with tears in their eyes, are you?

No.

Yet when you’re lying on the beach and Michael Jackson comes out of the water, you’ll probably have your phone out faster than MJ used to dance in his prime.

Both instances are noteworthy experiences, and yet you’ll never see a funeral on a Snapchat story.

The Paradox

Because of this paradox, social media becomes a ‘flex zone’; where people only share the ‘best of’ what happens to them and around them. It’s a ‘comparison-platform’, where you stack your life up against that of other people and gain perspective on how your life is ‘supposed’ to be like.

For me, this is when social media becomes extremely dangerous.

Consider that when you scroll through Instagram, you’re not just watching other people’s lives, you’re watching a hundred reasons why your life sucks and everyone else’s is better. In a sense, you are robbing yourself of your own contentment by noticing that someone else is living a ‘better life’ than you. You’re losing that beautiful naivety and blissful ignorance you once had as a child. You’re suffering when really, you don’t have to.

My life sucks

When I log in to social media and I see that DJ Khaled bought his six-month-year-old baby a Mercedes Benz and a Rolls Royce, I admit, I will probably laugh and show my friends as well. But what really happens deep within me, is I start to feel a sense of jealousy. I compare myself to this little baby, and, as ridiculous as it sounds, it seems (not necessarily true) that he has a better life than me. And that doesn’t make me feel good? I feel inadequate.

And suddenly buying cars for babies is the new standard of fatherhood. How, in hell, will I ever measure up to that? How will I ever find the money to buy my babies cars? Now, I’m suffering for no reason. I’m hating my life all because I watched this ten-second Snapchat story of a man who buys cars for his children…. I hate it. And that’s only one instance. A couple taps on the screen and my friend Mike is on the beach with the girl I’ve wanted to date since kindergarten… or Fetty Wap is playing with his money again…

Eventually, these images and videos become my idea of ‘happiness’; of how life is supposed to be like, when in fact, it isn’t ‘real’, its only ten seconds and a couple snap shots of an entire lifetime.

I have to stop letting social media steal my happiness from me.

Nowadays, I get on social media and I think of going back in time; to the blissful ignorance of being a child again. To just delete all the social media from my phone and live a life of peace and contentment. And yes, I might lose all my followers and ‘friends’, but on the other hand, I might realize that my life isn’t so bad after all.

Why “Do What makes you happy” is the Worst Advice Ever

“I haven’t really found what I’m passionate about…”

If I made one dollar every time a heard a young person say this phrase, I’d probably have enough money to buy passion and sell it back to them …but I don’t know if ‘selling passion’ is what I would be passionate about.

After graduating from University, I struggled to answer what is probably the most frequently asked question among college grads of today.

“What do you want to do in life?”

Truth be told, I hate this question. It’s so ambiguous and irritating.

“There a lot of things I ‘want’ to do. Sometimes I just want to stay in my bed, eat Nutella and watch Netflix all day.” But that’s not really what the question implies. Put frankly, the question is;

“How do you plan to make money? How do you plan to make a living? What career path are you going to take? What job do you want to work…”?

And I guarantee that every person you’ve met since graduation has probably asked you this question in one way or another, they just phrase it differently every time. And it usually comes with that subtle sense of inadequacy every time you can’t offer them the most moving and eloquent response.

Because surely, by the time you’re in your twenties, you really should have your life figured out …right?

Yet most of us don’t.

After University, we find ourselves asking many of the same questions.

“What do I want to do? What makes me happy? What am I passionate about and what career path should I take?”

And we spend time searching for the answers anywhere and everywhere, never realizing that we may be asking the wrong questions.

Stop searching for ‘Happiness’

Consider that searching for what will make you happy, or passionate in life is the wrong approach. It will only make you think like I once did.

Until recently, I would see lawyers and bankers in suits, driving around the city in the finest cars and think to myself “hmmm… must be nice… maybe I should go into law…”

Or I would see church pastors standing on stages and inspiring people and think; “maybe I should study theology…”

I would even see government officials, flying around the world on all-expense paid trips and think …I could do international relations and become a diplomat.

Eventually, I ended up in this naïve cycle of thinking that just left me feeling even more lost and confused than I already was.

Here’s the problem

Most of us make our career decisions based on the idea that a certain job or career will bring us fulfillment. We ask ourselves, “what can I do that will make me happy?”

We see lawyers, doctors, politicians and artists and we want to be in their position. We want to stand on stages, or eat at fancy restaurants and generally live like they do. But what we never consider, is what they sacrifice to live such a lifestyle and how they got to where they are.

Think about it.

You can say that you want to be a doctor, but do you really want to go through 8 years of grueling education and copious reading to become one?

You say you want to be an artist, but are you willing to practice your instrument for 8 hours a day, and perform at gigs where barely anyone shows up?

Or perhaps you want to be the CEO of some multinational bank, but are you willing to have 14-hour work days and forfeit time with your family in the process?

…because if you’re really honest with yourself, you may realize that you don’t necessarily want to be a lawyer or a doctor, but rather, you want the lifestyle that that profession would afford you. You want the fruit at the top of the tree, without actually wanting to climb the tree itself.

That is a dangerous way of thinking.

The question, therefore, is not what job or career will make you happy, but rather, what pain and sacrifice are you willing to endure to get where you want to be? What tree are you willing to climb? And what are you willing to struggle for in life?

The Joy is in the journey

See what this new way of thinking considers, is that joy and happiness are not solely in the destination that you’re working toward. They are actually in the journey itself.

Happiness does not suddenly arrive when you taste the fruit at the top of the tree. It comes in fragments as you climb the tree itself.

If you want to become the best computer software coder in the world, you have to find joy in the monotony of sitting at a computer for 8–10 hours a day.

If you want to become a world-class athlete, you have to find happiness in pushing your body to its limits.

And if you want to become an entrepreneur, you have to find joy in being occasionally rejected for your ideas and creating new ones.

The bottom line is no matter what you decide to do, you must find joy and happiness in the journey. Because real happiness lies in overcoming the obstacles you face towards your goal, not solely in reaching the goal itself.

What Are You Willing to Struggle For?

I recently asked a friend of mine “What are you willing to struggle for?” and after giving me this inquisitive look he said “I think I’d be willing to struggle to start my own business. Maybe sell some products or some special services. Is there anything wrong with that?”

“No”. There is nothing wrong with ‘struggling’ to start your own business. Though what you must consider is the pain of sacrifice and struggle that building it may cause you, and whether you’re willing to go through the adversity. Because when times get tough, you’ll have to dig deep within yourself. And in that moment, if the only reason you find to justify your struggling is you wanted to “start your own business…”

You’re bound to cut your losses and quit.

If your focus is solely on the ‘happiness and joy’ you think owning your own business or being an engineer, a doctor or a lawyer will bring you, then you will be completely unprepared to struggle.

So, before you go on your job search, and begin applying to all these job positions you feel unsure about. Before you go searching for ‘happiness, joy and passion’ like a headless goose. Think of the end you have in mind for your life. Think of how you hope to live in a few decades from now, and then ask yourself; “what am I willing to struggle through to make that lifestyle possible?”

In doing so, you will find happiness, not only when you reach your destination, but throughout your journey as well.

The best advice I can give you as you wonder through this forest of life after graduation, is focus on finding the best tree to climb, not just the one with the sweetest fruit at the top.

What are you willing to struggle for?

Yours Truly (Kimathi Kaumbutho) is a Spoken Word/Poetry writer/performer, and a Hip-Hop artist from Nairobi, Kenya. Click here to see more of his work.

Don’t follow your passion. Follow your ‘Why’

“Don’t follow your passion…”

It’s a phrase that is eerily uncomfortable and often misunderstood. For those of us who are valiant dream chasers and believers in Lupita Nyongo’s epic “your dreams are valid” Oscar speech, then you probably hate the phrase.

In fact, you probably clicked on this link simply to debase its credibility, and affirm that you are right in choosing to follow your passion.

You’re probably asking yourself right now “how can you not follow your passion? Isn’t that the only way to reach the fulfillment and happiness I so desperately search for?”

Truthfully, there are many of us with this misconception. That life is about following your passion. And if you’ve lived your life believing and trusting that following your passion is the key to your happiness, allow me to offer you a different perspective.

Almost every month aspiring singers from around the world audition for the international hit TV show ‘The Voice”. The winner of the competition is awarded 100,000$ and a record deal with Universal Music Group. That’s enough to get anyone to try their talent as a singer.

But the problem with these kinds of shows is that they are dismissive. They only show us one side of the spectrum. We hear about the stars. The singers that win the jackpot and begin their journey of becoming a musical superstar. What you don’t hear about is the story of those who failed; the thousands of other ‘talented’ singers who also believed they were the next musical sensation, only to not make it past the audition phase.

The truth is thousands of people audition even before they make it on television, and only a select few actually spark a music career from the exposure.

What hurts even more, is that all the aspiring artists that auditioned were also ‘following their passions’ and chasing their dreams. They just fell short.

The truth is, no matter how talented and brilliant you feel about a certain skill you have—be it singing, or anything else—there’s no guarantee that you will make a career out of it.

It sounds cynical, I know. But let me offer you some hope.

Don’t follow your passion, but instead follow your ‘Why’.

All my life, I had the dream of playing professional football. I became the direct embodiment of following your passions and chasing your dreams and I believed it wholeheartedly. Fortunately, my passion for football evolved into a storied career. I traveled the world playing at all levels of the game and reached heights I never thought were possible all as a result of what I thought was ‘following my passion’.

However, in the process, I learned some profound lessons about ‘passion’. First, I learned that passion is fleeting, it can be here today and gone the next. Don’t believe me? Count how many crushes you had in primary school.

It’s possible to be passionate about something one day, and completely loathe it the next. I was ‘passionate’ about football, but I didn’t always feel like playing. Somedays I just wanted to stay in my bed.

If you had asked me a year ago why I played football, I would have said; “I just love playing… I’m just so passionate about it”. But that wasn’t why I played.

It actually took me a whole 8 years from the time I left home to realize why I played football.

I played football to inspire people. This was my ‘why’.

Missed Opportunities

The problem with me solely following my passion for football was that I missed every other opportunity to inspire people along the way. I was continually looking for ‘passion’ when I should have been chasing the purpose and ‘why’ I had created for my life. That’s the problem with solely following your passion, it’s that you blind yourself to all other opportunities you may have to fulfill your deeper purpose for following that passion in the first place.

It was only once I realized why I played football—to inspire people—that I began looking for other opportunities to inspire. I discovered I had a knack for writing and words.

I started a blog, I wrote poetry and recorded music. I just looked for any and every way I could inspire people.

In 2016 I stood on a stage to represent my university in a video that turned out to be the biggest media project they had ever done. It was viewed over 40,000 times on Facebook alone. The thing is, on that stage, I wasn’t following my passion and playing football, I was actually performing a spoken word piece.

How did I, being a football player all my life, actually become a spoken word artist? It wasn’t even something I was passionate about.

Only now does it all make sense, I was just trying to inspire. And I’m so glad I didn’t miss the opportunity to inspire more people because I was too focused on following my passion.

Think Differently

Yes, it’s great to follow your passion, to chase your dreams. Keep dreaming! But if you really look within yourself, you will realize that your passion has a cause; your dream is much bigger than simply becoming a musician, a politician, a fashion designer or an athlete. There is a ‘why’ behind you following your passion, you just need to find it. And that will be the most liberating and defining moment of your life.

You may realize that your passion is not in music or in becoming a professional recording artist, but rather it is in giving others the opportunity to experience the joy and trance of music. This will completely change your paradigm of thinking.

If you’re an athlete, you may realize that your passion is not in running, but rather being a source of hope and optimism for the kids you grew up with.

An actor may realize that their passion is not in being on television, but rather in heightening people’s self-esteem by showing them that they can be whoever they want to be.

Once you have made this realization, you will no longer follow this fleeting and blinding thing called ‘passion’. Rather you will be following your ‘why’ and the purpose you have for your life, which I believe is way more fulfilling and rewarding. Don’t follow your passion, follow your ‘Why’.

The Day I Quit Football

Since childhood, my dream was to play professional football. Growing up in Nairobi, Kenya, I would spend most of my weekend afternoons watching the premier league, and the likes of Didier Drogba and Thierry Henry on television — they were my idols and I would do anything to play like them. But in truth, most days my dream to reach such heights as a footballer felt like just that; a dream, a far cry from too far away. Nevertheless, I chased my dream persistently, diligently and sometimes even ignorantly.

At age 23, I have played in places like Uganda, Sweden, Kenya and all over the United States. I’ve played with players from all over the world and all different walks of life, at the amateur, semi-professional and professional levels of the game. I’ve spent the last four years in the United states playing semi-professionally and at the NCAA Division 1 and NAIA levels.

Most recently I played with the University of Rio Grande in Ohio winning a NAIA National Championship at the end of 2015. I spent the summer of 2016 in Florida playing in the USL Premier Development League (PDL) — the US third Division — where I was selected to the 2016 All-Southern conference team (an award given to the best players in the region).

Unfortunately, once the PDL season had ended in Florida, my career suddenly became stagnant. I had no college team to return to because I had graduated in May of that year. So, I moved to Kansas City, Missouri where I sought any pro team that would have me. From August to November, despite my persistent efforts, I had nothing in the way of professional opportunities and it felt like everything and everyone around me was telling me to stop playing.

But I couldn’t, I knew what that would mean; football is a sport with a brief window of professional opportunities and quitting would mean that I would live the rest of my life asking ‘what if?’. ‘What if I had played a little longer?’, ‘what if I had kept trying?’… I could not live with a shadow of regret looming over me. I knew I had to keep chasing the dream. So, I played anywhere and everywhere I could; pick-up games, men’s leagues, indoor, etc. (I know Kansas City Soccer like the back of my hand). To some, including my aunt and uncle who I stayed with at the time, I must have looked delusional or even crazy, but to me, I know I would rather be estranged for a moment than harbor regret for a lifetime.

I was playing up to five times a week and working out four times a week at the gym. In truth, I hated almost every minute of it, though I knew it was what I had to do. At the end of November, I finally got a breakthrough; I had two trials (tryouts). One with Swope Park Rangers (Sporting KC’s reserve team) in the USL pro and the other with a recruitment agency I will not name.

I told myself that these two trials were my last shot at playing professional football. I prepared diligently and I had nothing to lose — perhaps that is why I played extremely well. In fact, on the final day of the second trial, I was approached by the head coach of a team in the Veikkausliiga (Finnish First division). He commended my performance and invited me to preseason with his team in Finland. It was like one of those ‘picture-book’ type moments that you can’t explain and never seem real. I had made it.

Two months later, as I was preparing to leave to Finland, the agent assigned to me delivered the news that the club could not take me. The coach contacted me personally to say he had tried all that he could but the higher management of the club could not take another international player.

I felt a barrage of emotions when I got the news; heartbreak, anger, and sadness were the bulk of them… but in truth, after some long introspection — for some reason — I felt happy and relieved. My true goal was to prove to myself that I could play at the professional level and now that I had, football didn’t have the same place in my heart anymore. I took several days to be by myself and asked some difficult questions. For, seemingly, the first time in my life I searched for the reasons why I played football, why I loved it, and why I thought I couldn’t live without it. It’s funny how one can be so focused on their dreams that they forget the reason that they’re chasing them.

I realized I was no longer playing football because I enjoyed it, in fact, most days I had to divorce my feelings and push myself to train. Admittedly, sometimes I was partially fueled by all the people who doubted that could make it at the professional level and I had to prove them wrong. I wasn’t even playing for some extrinsic reward like money, and playing in places like Finland doesn’t grant you the type fame as playing for Real Madrid, so it wasn’t that either.

Instead, I found that I was playing for something higher than myself.

I was playing for my family and my friends who believed in me because I knew the hand they played in making my dream a reality and I couldn’t let them down. I was playing for the children I played with in Kenya, Kids that were better than me but were never given the opportunities that I was.

I played for my future children as well; because I couldn’t fathom telling them to chase their dreams when I hadn’t chased mine. I want them to realize their dreams knowing that their father realized his. I wanted to inspire people, I wanted them to look up to me. That is why I played football.

My talent was always a gift, a stewardship; a way to give back to the world. I truly believe that I have used it to the best of my ability for its truest purpose. I have reached the precipice of my dream and it is time to close this chapter in my book of life.

Many have said I should keep playing, in fact, I think most people will not understand my decision to stop. But any athlete knows how much you sacrifice for the game you love. I left my family in Nairobi at 15 years old, I lost friendships and killed relationships… it’s not like I was just going into the backyard and playing for a few minutes. But honestly, I wouldn’t change a thing. Football has taught me everything. It has taught me how to navigate the world and molded me into the person I am today. More than anything, Football taught me that any dream is attainable for those who are willing to try.