After such a stressful draining week, this little lad decided to engage himself in football, or soccer, as our American friends would call it. On a sunny Friday full of expectation for the imminent weekend packed with programs on television, his body felt a sudden surge of adrenalin pumping through his veins. Forgetting the firm scolding he might receive on returning back home, his white shirt turned brown within minutes of kicking the ‘case three’ ball. Like the bison, Micheal Essien, he gave intricate passes that amazed his compatriots and onlookers. Even the slightest of contacts from his friends sent him sprawling to the ground, mimicking the occasional remonstration of the David Beckham’s and Christian Ronaldo’s. He had absolutely no reason to be scared of the prospects of daddy giving him a sound whooping for “making himself dirty and unkempt” as his mother would often say. Out of nowhere, his dad lay hold on the collar of his beautifully browned school shirt. “You are...
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