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.
