When I returned from hunting that very day with only a rabbit, I sat down outside our hut, looking absentmindedly at the goat feasting on the sprouting grasses in our compound, and brooding over my poor expedition.
Papa came out and asked me what was wrong, and I told him that I caught only a rabbit, while, Buchi, my mate, caught many rabbits. I told him I wanted to be the best hunter.
Papa looked at me and said, ” Being the best, my son, does not mean being better than everyone. It means being better than who you were yesterday.”