The village kids worship basketball. Some of the kids coming out of there are crazy great, you’re right. They often don’t go on to college and so never gain any exposure that would alert scouts ( and scouts don’t frequent the Bush).

But basketball is what keeps them alive out there where nothing of their culture is surviving.

The year I student taught, the village I was in decided to open a boarding school to keep the school open. They imported kids on their way to juvy. To house them, they converted the gym into a boys' boarding home.

It was a horrific year.

No B-ball.

I think it went into the rulebook as a never, ever again.

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.

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