Friday 11 July 2014

LONDON CHIPS, SOCCER AND THE HOLY MONTH OF RAMADAN



 We had just watched an entertaining game. France and Nigeria. As immigrants we always go for France, boosting two thirds of players from Africa. But Nigeria is an African team so the allegiance was complex and tricky.
“Go Nigeria! Go!”
A Kenyan pal chanted.
“I don’t particularly like Nigeria,” Maggie, his five months pregnant girlfriend protested.  “They treat women very badly. The government has been sitting ducks while Boko Haram grabs school girls and keeps them in forests for months.”
We kept our mouths shut.
 Unblinking, Maggie was dead pan, serious. Fact is she was not even bothering watching the football. She was here to give company to the father of her unborn baby.