Two things you should never discuss, right? Well, this is Ghana and the Africa Cup of Nations football tournament is ongoing.
I never realized I had a hint of patriotism nor any affection for the game in me until I began to notice that every other car that drove past me in this city had a Ghanaian flag clipped on to its window.
Driven by this passion for football and country, I bought my own Nigerian flag and clipped it to my car window. Each time I saw another car in town with a Nigerian flag on it, I hooted, and hooted and hooted them down. It got even better.
I bought one of the Nigerian football jerseys (No. 10 – Mikel Obi – not that I knew who he was, mind…) to wear for the Nigeria matches, and also bought a funky, funky, cute little girly top with ‘Nigeria Rocks’ written all over it in green and white, for the Friday and Saturday nights out.
Patriotism or madness? Call it what you like.
Then Nigeria team qualified for the quarter finals – only to meet Ghana.
Aware of the risk of being deported if I cheered Nigeria on too much, I thought: ‘you know what? This babe is proudly Nigerian,’ and support Nigeria I did.
In the midst of the one thousand and one Ghana t-shirts and fans, I went to the Fan Park today for the quarter finals match with Ghana - wearing my No. 10 Nigerian jersey.
Well, the game is up now and our national football team lost. But I remain proudly Nigerian. - not least for watching our team cuddled together, praying, during half time.
Know yea all men that the Super Eagles will yet rise. And they will fly. Very high!
God is still Nigeria’s God.
Roll on South Africa 2010. Go Nigeria!
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I work with Abi...who didn't even know that her beloved Nigeria were playing in the football...and that they lost...bad girl
from gorki, fresh prince of west london and colleague of Abidemi/aleema - yes i have patience.
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