Some time in 2009, I set out to go and play football knowing well that I am not good at the game. I kitted myself looking very attractive like a star footballer and went to a nearby pitch. There, I saw some guys training and I joined them. I jugged round the pitch several times with eyes on me from all angles. Two guys were obviously discussing me. One of them said ” this fella looks like he will be a good player” the other cut in saying ” some people will deceive you by their looks, just give them opportunity, they will make you laugh ” I turned tactically and looked at the latter who seemed to have had an idea of me and smiled loosely. Shortly, they constituted two teams preparatory to a friendly training march. The two boys who were trying to be inquisitive about me asked what position I could play. I told them numbers 2 or 4. They suggested I took 4 in their team. As soon as the march started, they passed the ball to me and in trying to compose myself and hold it, it eluded me swiftly. The kind of laughter from supporters that accompanied my lapse was amazing. I was not surprised because, I knew within me that I couldn’t have done better than that even with a second chance. I couldn’t sustain in the march for twenty minutes and eventually asked that I should be excused and I left. Since 2009, I have not played football again. Last Sunday, I witnessed a novelty march played between CWO and CMO of my Church, St. Paul Catholic Mission, Kertyo to mark the end of easter celebrations wherein, the female team won. This time again, I was moved to play and quickly joined the pitch. In the cause of playing, I fell many times without knowing how it happened but it was an interesting outing.
Vuvuzela 22 April 2019
