Two weeks into my stay at USTB, I met Jack at the badminton court. He was a Chinese undergraduate who came over and asked if I could team up with him for doubles. That was exactly what I had been waiting for, so I agreed. We warmed up on the side court before stepping on to face the other players. After eliminating a few opponents, I ended up costing us our second round at the very last point. Jack was clearly the stronger player. Obviously fromsomeone who had been playing since childhood. He spoke English and was very kind. We had a conversation afterwards and I left earlier because I had an online class to attend. About a week later, our school held a cultural festival. While I was standing at the Nigerian booth in my "Babban riga" handing out Nigerian seal stickers and helping visitors place them on their world map papers, Jack appeared. I immediately recognised him and called him by his name. He remembered me too. I gave him the sticker before we took a picture together a...