LOST PASSION AND DREAM

"Were did you go after school hour? you ought to be in extra-lesson and you went playing football with those boys I told you not to mingle with, I will deal with you."

That is the summary of what my father tells me anytime I return home from football field when I was in junior high school (but never dealt with me).

I have passion for football which grows everyday whenever I set my eyes on ball, either on the television, people playing on the street or in a football field. I never stop playing because I love the game and this makes me famous in my area after I had joined a football team.
When I'm in a game, my keeper is confident in me because I never allow a player to bypass me my right full back.

My dream was to become a football star and be the best I can and what happened on a faithful afternoon killed my dream.

My Parent move to a location which I had to follow them. It was a dangerous
place to leave and train a child in the way he will be grow up and be responsible. My parents tell me that "A child who wants to be useful for himself, society, and Nation must not make friends with children that corrupt good behavior."

There is a football field which is the only one and the best training field. Robbery and drugs addicted boys are always present to watch people training and take their drug in the bush.
The police comes there most time to arrest people taking drugs and many times they arrest innocent people too.

The second week after my parents settle down, I went to the field to watch football. I had fear in me and many thought about what will happen if the police mistakenly arrest me without taking a drug? what will I tell my parent if they come for me in the station? I was so afraid and couldn't wait for twenty minute. I rushed back home.

I couldn't sleep for couple of days because of not playing football, so I went again to the field the fourth week. I was enjoying the match and suddenly, I heard a gun shot. People were running here and there. I didn't hesitate, I ran for the safety like a rat running from the hungry cat.

Fortunately for me, the entrance door was near to me and I escaped home and never when back.

There was no safe place to train or play football so after a while, I lost the interest and did not want to play football anymore.

Getting to Romania, Some friends invited me over for football. One of them came to pick me up on Thursday night. For my first time on the football field after many years, I could tell that I am fit, the skills are not dead but my dream for football is gone.

                                                            I am in love of the ball..........

                                          Doing what I have missed for many years........ LoL!

                                                   Making sure no goal enter the post




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