Simon Chilembo. Nesodden, 1989.
I’m going to talk about training by way of telling a partial story of my life.
I’ve had very specific reasons for wanting to train from my first school day in Lesotho in January 1965; then I was 4 ½ years old. That’s the first time I discovered rudely how physically small and vulnerable I was.
I still have a vivid recollection of how these other bigger boys and girls were all over me, stroking my head and pulling at my clothes as if to undress me. Later on, I learned that I was the only child wearing the finest clothes, was the cutest, and most charming of them all. Then, I knew I wanted to be big and strong so that I could protect myself from those overly eager people.
I couldn’t wait to be grown up so I could start weight lifting with the neighbourhood men who used to train in Thabong Hall, on the other side of the street from my home in Welkom … (Continued in the book: “MACHONA BLOGS – As I See It”. Order Simon Chilembo books on Amazon)
Simon Chilembo
6 Dan Black Belt Karate Master
Oslo
August 26, 2011
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