Tayo Ngara had an abiding love. The American game of basketball. Was he good? His Nigerian village coaches told him so. This new love spawned a sweet, shiny dream. The tall sixteen year old man/boy dreamed of playing ball in America. His grandma’s vision of an airplane flying him across the ocean grew wings until this was all the young man could think about. I want to go so bad that my teeth hurt every morning from the grinding, he admitted to his father who was too drunk to respond. Tayo would get his wish and would soon be wrestling with a question - should he have stayed in Africa instead? This is his story.