Muhammed Ali is dead. I can’t believe it. How can Muhammed Ali die? Do you know I I have never met him but I know him? He was like no other. As a boy, he was everything I wanted to be. What I liked most was his “ability based” confidence. After all, “if you can do it, it ain’t boasting”. I knew my big brothers saw nothing but his cockiness. I also knew that they quietly admired him. Personally, I always felt a sense of unshakable self confidence, even as a kid. But I feared to show it. I didn’t want people to think I was conceited. Until I heard him on that subject also. ” I’m not conceited, I’m just convinced”, he said.
I am so glad to have lived during Muhammed’s lifetime. I met him when I was 10 years old. He lost to Joe Frazier and I cried. My big brothers were so happy he had lost a fight for the first time. Nothing made me happier than when he won the rematch. But the best of all was the “Thriller in Manila”, when he stopped Joe Frazier in the 14th round. Have you seen that fight? Even the “rumble in the jungle” didn’t give me such happiness.
Now, all of the above is about Ali, the most talented boxer ever. But do you know there is another Ali? The quick witted poet that rhymed spontaneously? “Its gonna be a thriller and a chiller and a killer when I get the gorilla in Manila”.
The confident brash handsome ” I can do anything I want” Muhammed..What a man!
He gave up his title and faced the threat of prison as a matter of conscience.
He said “don’t count the days, make the days count.
When I die I want to go to the same place that Muhammed is gone to.