Lazarus Nkaka was my age mate friend who used to live next door to my house in B section in Chililabombwe. We also went to the same school in grade one at the same time but we were put in different classes. Before the end of that year, Lazarus' father passed away and the rest of his family including him had to move to their home village.And that was the end of the story about Lazarus. However, during the short time that we had been together, he left me with something I will never forget in my life. Nkaka was related to a certain man called Lumano, a very well known boxer in town by then. He had also participated in the Common Wealth Countries boxing tournaments and he did well. Mr Lumano liked children and in his training session, he sometimes went with them. He would teach them the boxing tacts and make them fight each other by way of training. Lazarus was mostly among those children that went with him. I, together with another boy called George Mwelwa, a former class mate and best friend to Lazarus, used to follow him to the gym whenever we could. We would also participate in training just like other children. I was not very good at fighting and most of the time I used to loose. However, I became strong and bully as time went on. On the other hand, Lazarus was the best of all children who went there. He would beat us all.
