#WORLD CUP BONANZA
The world cup is here finally; and we get it that the world
cup is a religion for our counterparts. Walk on the streets of Daystar
University or any part of the planet, and you will probably find a group of men
hurdled somewhere and totally enthralled to football.
I really don’t get the fever for this silly season-again-
when men opt to leave us with all our beauty and intelligence and dedicate a
whole month to watching 22 grown men chases after a leather ball for 90 or so minutes.
The lecture halls are also now discussing forums as our male
lecturer engage the male students. Okay. I get it! It is far too big and far too
all consuming.
What about at home? Brazil may be all enthralling and have
some of the word’s beautiful ladies but God did not favor them when it comes to
time. This is a country with awkward times as depicted on the World cup
broadcast.
We now cook ‘brunch’ for our dads and brothers who eat at
1am all in the name of watching a game. A times they spend it at the bar and we
get to watch our soap-operas and movie series. But what’s sad is coking for
your man (or men) and her “footer boys” who watch soccer till morning on a Saturday.
But this time we ladies will find interesting things to do. For
some, it will be a season to find new mates. Just like the transfer period and
window period in soccer, we like to think of ourselves as football singles (and
searching?).
This will be a great time with the girls and “my time” to
reflect and find strength within. This time is great to put myself first.
This time is that time the woman you neglect will find a
reason to hang out with other men who hate football? So, all men and women too
will be having fun. We will enjoy our sleep more as men come to class hoarse;
depressed, half asleep and tired after a sleepless night cheering a losing
team. We will read Maya Angelou or go out dancing with the girls. So men, don’t
get over excited over world cup, this is the time your woman might just stray!
By Embukane Vincent Libosso.
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