Together in BB

Excerpt from previous writings:

“I play basketball in the afternoons at the Gulshan Youth Club, which is just a soccer field surrounded by a wall. There’s a tennis court and a basketball court tucked in the back. Garbage, organic waste and feces surrounds the basketball court. There’s a little boy who lives in the corner. Not on the corner, in a house or an apartment, not even in a tent or a make-shift shelter. Literally just in the corner of this little compound. Every afternoon that I show up, he runs over and plays with me. He is no more than 5 years old, yet he barely makes it past my knees. He shoots around with me, he chases the ball, he plays defence, he tries to get around me and score… and he smiles, he laughs, every time he gets the ball in the hoop, every time I block his shot, every time I show him a cross over or a juke… he smiles and he laughs, and at the end of the night, when the sun is about to go down, he wishes me good night and we go our separate ways until the next time…”

Posted by Pierre.