
My photographer, Nassar
I was invited by a friend, Atman Mujahid, to teach basketball at an Islamic school where he is the principal. Arriving at noon, I wasn't to teach until 4 PM, so I hung out in his office until then. The school, Al Rasul Al Akram, which roughly means the "The Most Merciful or Generous Propet", is a private school that takes students from all religious backgrounds. Since it was Friday, the muslim students wore white robes as symbol of purification. At 1 PM they had their weekly prayer service, which I was not invited to as a non-Muslim. They returned and we ate pilau, a rice dish popular on the coast where many of the Muslims in Kenya reside.

Atman took me to a Swahili class before basketball, asking me also to teach. I can speak about ten complete sentences in Swahili, and thankfully he was joking. About the only thing I understood was that while one student wanted 9 wives, Muslims were 'limited' to 4 because that's how many the Prophet had. (Later my friend told me that one wife was more than he could handle.)


Magical Coaching Moment: Teaching the kids how to shoot, I said the most important thing about shooting was that in your mind you had already made the shot before you ever released the ball. To prove my point, I threw the ball without thinking and it clanged off the backboard. Then I said, "But if I see myself making it in my mind, the form doesn't matter-" and with that I threw the ball up and nailed the shot. As they stood around agape, I had them continue the shooting drill.

And I couldn't stop from feeling a bit blessed to be here, to pass on a few skills to these kids: both in the game of basketball and in life.
1 comment:
the image of you playing basketball somehow always gets 'the fresh prince of bel air' theme song(/rap) stuck in my head.
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