Because some of us have never stepped out of our comfort zones, we tend to see ours as the best thing since sliced bread. Like Mao Zedong said to his: "we think too small, like the frog at the bottom of the well. He thinks the sky is only as big as the top of the well. If he surfaced, he would have an entirely different view."
About that, my friend once traveled to Conakry. But before he left, and by the lifestyle of those Guineans he sees hustling round here, he thought Conakry wasn't that much of a city as his. So he went to T & T in Banjul, bought a pair of sneakers, Spalding to be exact, and some fake basketball apparels, thinking he was gonna be the dopest kid round there, but ask him.
Upon arrival in Conakry, and at his request, his host took him to the basketball court, introduced him to giants in authentic gears, and to a court he only saw on television. He didn't say what else he saw but dude came home humbled. See? You wouldn't know how splendid it is out there until you get to the end of your comfort zone (kudul tuki, du ham fu dehka nayhay).
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