Day 44

Hey dear readers 👋,
I hope you’re all doing great. I won’t write much today — not because it was boring, but because most of what I did didn’t involve football. Still, I’ll share a bit, since even the non-football moments tell a story about who I am.

I woke up at 6am and quickly did my chores before breakfast. I had a class at 7am, so I was in a hurry. By 6:40, I was done freshening up and just laughed to myself — it is what it is 😂. I knew I’d be late, but I didn’t feel bad about it. I’d tried my best, especially considering how tired I was yesterday.
When I finally entered class at 8:05, guess what? I wasn’t even that late. The lecturer had just arrived a few minutes earlier. Oh! My country people really don’t keep time 😂

I had three classes today, which meant no solo training session. I felt a bit off about that, but I was also fine with it. I’ve been working hard lately, so missing one day due to unavoidable circumstances didn’t sting too much.

Here’s something that did sting though — I saw a pretty girl today and didn’t talk to her 😅. That’s not like me. I’m usually the kind of guy who approaches women he’s interested in. I believe that’s how you meet your soulmate — through courage. Not talking to her honestly made me feel like a bitch (sorry for the language, but that’s the truth). “You miss a hundred percent of the shots you don’t take.” Those words usually guide me, except for today.

It felt just like missing a football opportunity when it presents itself. Next time, I’ll talk to her — or any girl I find interesting. I’ll do it scared, unprepared, and without regret. Because that’s the kind of man I am… or the kind I’m becoming 💪.

When classes ended around 5:30, I rushed to team training. I arrived late, but at least I showed up. And honestly, that alone felt like a win. The new boots? They felt amazing — like they were meant for me. We write our stories with boots, and I can feel this next chapter beginning 🖤⚽

That’s it for today, guys. See you tomorrow.
— K