We had this boy in class six called Soigu who was the regional primary schools fights promoter for Central Province, Northern Rift and parts of Eastern Province. As a result, he and other boys in Class Six had fully matured, grown big muscles, beards and broken their voices. On this particular day, I was scheduled to fight a boy who went by the ringside name of Ndush. To start the fight, Ndush was supposed to rub off the drop of sputum to signify his unwavering willingness to fight. I was convinced that this tiny fighting machine was going to permanently rearrange my facial features if nothing short of magic happened.

Source: Daily Nation October 26, 2017 08:03 UTC