The beginning of the journey

There's a point of time in one's life when things start to change,thus from childhood to adulthood. Unfortunately that point of time in my life seemed to have reached quite early as my world transformed from a colorful eye-catching vivid dream to a black and white unforgettable nightmare ,literally black and white as it was the last time I was ever going to see my old man in a black and white tuxedo laying calm in a casket. It was at that point I realised that my childhood was officially over and every dream I had about becoming a professional soccer player was slowly fading away as it is really difficult to make it out in Africa,one is required to put in time and effort and time was the one thing I did not seem to have at that moment. The only time I had at that moment was the time to think of what I can do in order to help my mother and myself live a better life.