A Saturday morning, and we took our girls to
the kiddies taekwondo club at Brickhall School run by the Chika Chukwumerije
Sports Foundation (CCSF). So, I sat in a corner and watched children taking
turns at the kicking pad, with Master Chika rewarding each badly executed kick
with a slight tap on the head. It brought back memories, I swear… But this is
not what I am here to talk about.
He was preparing them for his CCSF Taekwondo
Prix Series II. It’s a competition he holds every Quarter to support the
development of taekwondo at the grassroots. Like we used to have when we were
young, and constantly battling for trophies at the Lagos Country Club, and Ikoyi
Club, and National Stadium, followed everywhere by my father and his ubiquitous
video recorder… But this is not what I am here to talk about.
An integral part of prepping for a competition
is sparring. So, he suited these kids up in fight gear – shin guards, hand
guards, body guards, head guards – and paired them up for mock fights. My
daughter had never been in a fight before. But got paired with a girl a year
younger than her, shorter than her, not nearly as strong as her, who fell to
the ground with the first push kick… But this is not what I am here to talk
about.
Three rounds of this and my daughter came out
of the ring beaming, ‘Daddy, I won!’ I nodded at her, but soon as she was gone,
turned to my brother and said, ‘That was not a fight. Give her a fight.’ So, he
put her in the ring again, this time with a girl a year older than her, taller
than her, and a little more experienced. And I sat up attentively now. Yes. My
daughter likes her push kick, so charged at her opponent right out of the gate.
But instead of falling down, the girl staggered back, then responded with a
kick of her own. It hit my little girl hard.
Not hard, physically. But mentally. This, I
could see on her face, the SHOCK at the unnerving realization that a challenge
could still be standing there even after she had unleashed her ALL at it, and not
only standing there but with life enough to kick her back. I call it, ‘The Hit’.
And I have experienced it many times myself, that moment when someone kicks you
back in a way that shatters every pre-conceived opinion you had of them, and
how a fight with them would go. Yes, it’s the moment you realize you’re in over
your head or, putting it a bit more philosophically, in deep shit.
Yes. People react to this moment differently.
Some people, I swear, are made of steel. It’s in their genes. And I saw a
little boy that morning that reminded me of some of my people back in the day.
Because when his much larger, bigger and stronger opponent kicked him hard, he
smiled a smile that could only have been induced by a surge in adrenaline. And
I shook my head at the wonders of genetic kalo-kalo, because I knew that this
one – if no one teaches him to temper bravery with wisdom – will one day try, indeed,
to do exactly what Mohammed Ali said, that is ‘wrestle with an alligator,
tussle with a whale, handcuff lightning and throw thunder in jail’. True.
But my little girl, ah, my little girl…her
shock gave way to fear, and her fear gave way to tears… But we cheered her on
from the side-line, so she wept but kicked her way to the end of a fight she
lost. So, I sat her on my knees and told her, ‘Don’t cry. We win some, we lose
some. That is how it is.’ But in my mind I thought, ‘This is great! This is
great! We shall come again tomorrow!!’ Because, do not be deceived, our
destinies lie, always, outside our comfort zones. Yes. This is what I am here
to talk about.
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