Chapter 37
I received a transfer letter from the current dojo I was in, to the one Omar was currently training at. According to the letter Zakira drafted on behalf of the organisation, I wasn't given enough infrastructure to explore my talents.
Confused as I was I went over to her office…I was training with Olympic coaches and black belts why wouldn't I be receiving adequate facilities?
"Explain this," I demanded slapping the paper onto Zakiras desk
"Isolated training, you'll be representing us in the youth programme. There are too many distractions over here," she said
"There are many other dojos, why this one?"
"It's the smallest one, "she said
"If you want to be bigger than me and Omar you need to go through this. Or do you want to give up this opportunity?" she said annoyed yet calm
I frowned, "ill think about it, I don't like it when people try to make decisions for me."
I left the office, respectfully. She was still my senior.
