BECOMING BY DARCKNIGHT

e Kids I kick about with, I'm not expecting to get after a kick about to already made food by mom or will I get to frequent evening street football like im Nigeria? Why didn't I ask these Questions in

e very cold weather to difficulty in learning a New Language.It was hard making friends as the people I go to play evening football with are way above my Age bracket and

eria and wanting more was my reason for leaving home but If I have to start from here again then I will. The First evening going to play with this Local team, the Coach introduced me to the whole team and it was a very friendly welcome, we had a little team talk and played against some other team, I was introduced to the Game at half-time and the in the 45 minutes I played they were all amazed at the energy at which I played with, I didn't come to Norway to play around at all, the Determination to succeed was fueling me so

estment and feasible path into professional football in Africa is making all these education go to waste. I've not gone back to see Alhaji yet but Coach Ade was aware I've returned to Nigeria in a trip that wasn't for holiday, I stopped at home first and planned to meet with Coach Ade in the next few days as I'm aware he's moved to the other side of Lagos, the side where the working class and elites have fully s

o ensure I stayed true to my Training and the Games at Afternoon and use my Nights to find a Suitable Job that I can work for like 6-8 hours every night and still have enough sleep to prepare for the next day. The moonlight painted a soft glow over the darkened streets of Oslo as I walked with determination through the city. As a young Nigerian immigrant life in Oslo was not as easy as I had imagined.My days have been filled wit

h a dismissive wave of their hand. Each rejection chipped away at my spirit, but I refused to let despair consume me as I know how much I needed the Job to keep surviving pending when I get the Trial Call. As the night wore on,I found myself in a small, dimly lit café tucked away in a quiet corner of the city where I've stopped to take a breath before going back home to Rest for the night, The sound of laughter and conversation floated gently through the air. The café exuded a sense of warmth and intimacy that set it apart from the bustling clubs I had encountered earlier and I just felt the courage to try again there,Hesitant yet hopeful,I approached the café's owner, a middle-aged woman with a kind smile."Excuse me, ma'am,"

go outside. Weeks turned into months and when I was just about to give up on both the Academy Trial Call and Job Search,my relentless pursuit eventually paid off on the Job Search. One fateful evening I received a call from the café owner from the first night offering me a chance to prove myself,They had a temporary opening as a waiter, and I quickly grabbed the opportunity as I was to begin the next evening, I quickly ran