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I had one year of collage left, when I met this African student. I had been taking part in wrestling class, and had become very proficient. So I was wrestling with my fellow wrestlers, in a friendly tournament to determine which of us was the best wrestler. The Africa student (Manuu) had been watching us, and when I came out the winner he came over to talk with me.

Manuu introduced himself and congratulated me, then he ask if I would be interested in learning how to wrestle African style. I ask him if it was a lot different from the wrestling I had been doing. He laughed, then explained the difference, and said he would like to talk more with me, and hopefully we could become friends.

That last year of collage, Manuu and I spent a lot of time together, enjoying talking about his home in Africa. He invited me to visit him, at his home, in Africa. I told him I might enjoy that, but was not sure that would ever happen. He said he hopped I would seriously think about a trip to Africa. I pointed out I was about to graduate, and he would still have three more years at collage.

Manuu then suggested that I go to Africa now, with him, that he was going home for a visit. He said he would spend a few months there, before returning to collage. I didn’t hesitate, I accepted his invitation. We sat down and discussed what I needed to do, inorder to prepare for a trip to Africa.

Once I had arranged for everything, that I needed to take care of before a trip to Africa, I made arrangements to accompany Manuu to his home in Africa. We discussed some of the things, he thought I should see while there. He particularly want to take me to watch some of the African wrestling tournaments. I was really looking foreword to that, and I ask him about my being able to try African wrestling. He laughed and said I would need to do a little training first.

Upon arriving in Africa, we were picked up by his fathers driver, and driven to his father’s house. I met Mr. Manuu, and he said he was glad to meet me. He said his son had told him all about me, and how the two of us had become great friends. I thank Mr.Manuu for his hospitality, and expressed my pleasure in meeting him as well. He said he was surprised at my young age, that he thought I would be older. I later ask my friend, why his father thought I would be older. He explained that he would be turning 25 in a few months, and that due to the fact that I had graduated, he thought I should be older.

I spent over three months there in Africa with Manuu, and now it was time to return to America. Manuu would be starting his second year at collage, and hoped we could stay in touch once we were back in America. I assured him I would be sure to keep our friendship, and that I hoped he wouldn’t be too busy to have time for me.

I had expressed how I was hating to leave Africa, and had hoped to get a chance to do a little training in African wrestling. Mr. Manuu spoke up, and suggested that I stay there with him, and that he would arrange for me to attend a wrestling academy. I jumped at the chance, and hoped that my friend Manuu would be ok with that idea. My friend said he would be happy with that arrangement, that I could keep his father company while he was away at collage.

Mr. Manuu and I saw my friend Manuu off to collage in America. We rode home to his house, and on the way he made a remark, that I would be his son for the next year. I thanked him for the nice compliment, and said I hoped to live up to that trust.

Mr. Manuu kept his promise, and got me enrolled in a wrestling academy. I met the owner and his trainers, and they said they would enjoy training me. They pointed out that I would be the first white boy, to ever train there at the academy. They said I would be given special training, and that it would be very intense. They wanted to make me exceptional, since I was their first white boy.

Mr. Manuu’s driver would take me to the academy every day, and pick me up every evening. I spent the day going through very physical weight training at first, to develop my muscles. That went on for a couple of months, before they allowed me to start training as a wrestler. I was assigned my own trainer, who worked only with me. I have to admit he was really hard on me, and wouldn’t let me get away with going easy. I did my best, and took everything the trainer demanded of me.

I took a lot of abuse from my trainer, he treated me just like they treated the African boys. At times it could become a bit brutal, but I took whatever the trainer dished out. The reason I did as required, no matter how hard or brutal, was that Mr. Manuu insisted on paying for everything.

I went through this for a full year, and I could see that I was making great headway. My trainer actually complemented me on my progress, and said he would like to keep me longer. He talked with Mr. Manuu, and got assurance he could keep me if I was willing. I ask about his son coming home, and he told me his son wasn’t coming home this year. Mr. Manuu told me he wanted me to stay there with him. He said he had enjoyed having me there, and had come to look at me as a second son.

I happily accepted his invitation, and accepted my trainer’s request to continue training with him. I talked with my friend Manuu, and he insisted that I follow his father’s wishes. He said he wanted me to keep his father company while he was away. He said his father was enjoying having me there, and that his father said it was like having a second son. I my friend Manuu, that I would happily stay there with his father. So I was now committed to a second year of training in African wrestling.

I was becoming somewhat proficient in African wrestling, and was winning more matches than I lost. This was of great pleasure to both my trainer and the academie’s owner. They had discussed my prigress with Mr.Manuu, and he advised them to do whatever it took to make me a champion. They took him up on that, and my training was greatly intensified. I was getting much more attention, and more intensive training. I was getting a lot more weight training, and as a result I was getting a very muscular body. I had to buy new clothing to fit my body.

After my second year, I had become very proficient in my wrestling skills, and I was able to win all my matches at the school. Both my trainer and the academie’s owner, were really pleased and excited about my progress. They said soon they would like to see how I did in a real match. They said they would like to see me wrestle in a public arena, with an experienced public wrestler.

At the end of this second year in Africa, my friend Manuu came home from collage. But we didn’t get much time together, due to my training. My friend Manuu didn’t mind, he spent most of his time with old friend. But we did get together at times, and visit with his friends. I was something of a novelty to his friends, due to my fixation with African wrestling.

When my friend Manuu got ready to go back to collage, he insisted that I stay ther in Africa, to keep his father company. I was really surprised when Mr. Manuu begged me to stay. I couldn’t resist all the please to stay there with Mr. Manuu. So Mr. Manuu and I saw his son of to collage in America.

I now settled in for my third year in Africa with Mr. Manuu, and my wrestling trainer. The trainer was glad to have me for a third year. I went about my training as before, but I pushed much harder. I had my weight training intensified, and they brought in wrestlers, who were professionals in African wrestling. I surprised the African wrestlers they brought in for me to wrestle. I gave them all they could handle, and I even defeated a few of them.

This only inspired my trainer and the academie’s owner, and they pushed me even harder. It was becoming more than I thought I could handle, but I persevered at took all the intensive training. I didn’t want to disappoint them, or to disappoint Mr. Manuu.

About half way through my third year of training, the Academie’s owner arranged for me to wrestle in a public arena, before a crowd. They wanted to see how I did wrestling in public, because if I did well, it would enhance their academy.

When the day finally came, I was taken to the arena, and made ready for my debut. I felt embarrassed about going out wearing just a tight wrestling brief. But I was told not to worry about that, but to just concentrate on my wrestling. To keep my eyes on my apponent and not to look at the audience.

I was led out to the ring, and met my apponent. I didn’t look at the crowd, but did as I was told, and only looked at my apponent. We moved around checking each other out, to get a feel of what to expect. Then we started making moves at each other, and exploring the others movements. We were able to escape each other’s grasp on numerous occasions. I finally settled down, and started to remember everything I was taught. I was able to take the offensive, which I think caught my apponent off guard. He seemed to back off, and be more protective, while I was the more aggressive.

We went in like that for sometime, but I finally caught him off guard, and as he fell back, I caught him just right, and took him down. I was declared the winner, and had won my first public match. I was even congratulated by my apponent, and we went back to shower and dress. I noticed my apponent really looking me over, and he noticed that I had noticed. So he apologized, and explained he had never seen a naked white man. We both laughed, and I did a slow turn around, so he could look me over better. We parted friends, and would meet again, at a latter time for another match.

Mr. Manuu came back and congratulated me, once I had dressed. He and his driver had both been there for the match, and they were both pleasantly surprised in my victory. I told Mr. Manuu that it was all due to his belief in me, and his backing.

We drove home, and Mr. Manuu called his son. He told him all about my wrestling victory, and what a great performance I had put on for the crowd. Mr. Manuu then put me on the phone, so I could talk to his son. We had a great conversation, and he congratulated me and ask all kinds of questions. When we finally quit talking and hung up. It was time for bed. As we went upstairs to bed, Mr. Manuu put his hand on my shoulder, and said he was proud of his second son. It had been an emotional day for me, and when he said that to me, I broke down and cried. He gave me a big hug, befor I went to my room.

More to come later.