Thanks to a suggestion, I have decided to write a little bit more about my experiences living in a compound. I will write a series of short snippets of life in the Cement Siding compound. In the meantime, check out another snippet of my childhood below.
On this particular day, the stakes were high. Only two primary school teams would proceed to the next round of the tournament. For us, it came down to a dreadful match against Mahatshula Primary School. We scrambled onto the field, our bare feet slapping the hard earth. This time the surface was the least of our worries. The Mahatshula boys had boots, and any mis-timed contact with those could mean a painful leg for a week for our players. Most of them towered above us. Were we going to stand a chance with our tiny frames in oversized uniforms and bare feet? Against bigger boys with soccer boots? I was a bit apprehensive when the referee blew the whistle to start the match.
We were playing under a legacy. The red uniforms that we wore had been won by our older brothers, who had been at Cement Primary School in previous years. They had prevailed in circumstances like ours. They had no boots, no ideal turf to practice on, and they often played seemingly well-funded teams. But that was their spotlight. Stripped to bare feet, donning baggy uniforms, and playing on an unforgiving playing surface, they only had raw talent to show. And that was their pride. And that’s the legacy they left for us.
Tough match it was against Mahatshula. At one point, six Mahatshula players somehow managed to beat our offside trap (or perhaps they just sped past us). There, between our goal and the six players, stood our tiny goal keeper. He already had a nasty bump on his head from a previous encounter with a Mahatshula striker. I watched hopelessly from upfield. I felt deep anger inside. I watched the Mahatshula captain with so much detest when I realized how unfair everything was. That Mahatshula captain, strong and tall, wearing boots – I felt it was all unfair. They were the bad guys, and we were the good guys; the underdogs. We were supposed to prevail in this story, I thought. Our keeper slowly moved to the side, away from the middle of the goal posts, scared of the boot-powered shot that was coming. It was funny because you could tell he was running away. The shot finally came, albeit prematurely on Mahatshula’s part. Miraculously, it flew straight towards our keeper’s head, and bounced back into play. Obviously, luck favored the good guys. I believed once more.
I was playing center striker, one position that was never my own. I had been moved into the position because our captain had been red-carded. The odds were against us. That is until a teammate slipped a defense-splitting pass towards me. I tapped the ball a little bit forward and chased after it. Two defenders were panting on either side of me, and I knew I had no chance. Speed was not my strength. But I kept running. I could see the keeper coming out. As the four of us converged, I managed to tap the ball once more with the tip of my big toe. Then I braced myself for all those boots coming at me. I didn’t feel a thing. The ball rolled slowly forward, and I watched as it rolled past the line to hug the net. I got up and ran as fast as my legs would carry me. We had felled the giant.
And that was our pride. We never had the best sports gear, equipment or facilities. Many schools that we competed with did. But we relished every meeting, because every match was a statement for us. A statement that we did not need equipment to prove that we could also compete. And we absolutely loved the fact that we did it on bare feet. No shoes, no trimmed grass, no new balls – just raw talent and a desire to win.
Viva Porto!
I’ve always loved that sport, but I’m no good at it.
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Oh Professor, but do you play? Who is your favorite team?
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Yes, I have! The professor was best as a goalie, actually. Team…Hmmm… I’m not sure. Roma?
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Cool! Two of my brothers were goalies! Hmmm AS Roma…interesting. Well, I hope you keep playing! It’s fun! (and it’s been long… I hope you’re well 🙂 )
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That’s awesome. Well, what do you think of them? I fear, Lesley, I’m backwards when it comes to this. I’m not sure which teams are the really good ones and not. Do you know how Francisco Totti is?
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Ya I think he’s a great former Italian footballer (…eh…soccer player). Well Roma isn’t a bad team, but it used to be much better.
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What’s the best team, would you say?
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Currently I’d say either Bayern Munich or Real Madrid (club teams). I’m a Manchester United fan myself.
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The professor had the FIFA game for a while, and the teams always confused me. Like, what is a club team?
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A club team is one that plays in a national league. It can have players from anywhere in the world. The other kind is a national team, which is a country’s team that plays against other countries. The players have to be citizens of that country. The world cup is a tournament for national teams. FIFA, wow! I’ve never played it. Were you good?
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Thanks, Lesley! That makes complete sense. Had a hard time understanding it before.
Well, okay, I guess. It moves quickly. And the ball has to be passed back and forth.
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Perhaps I’ll try it someday myself…
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I’ve only played 2005. We could try together when I visit! (Would love to visit.) And then we can go out on the field and you can teach me the real stuff!
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Yay, that would be great! I miss playing on the field so much! It will be fun teaching you some tricks too!
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Would be awesome. I’ve always wanted to hit the ball with my head, but I usually miss. And then dribbling is so hard.
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I’m not the best at ‘heading,’ but I’d like to think I’m good at dribbling. That’s what I enjoy the most!
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What’s heading? I’d sure like to watch you do it. Over hear, everyone always plays baseball or American Football, so I need work! Though I did belong to a few “Soccer” teams at one point.
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Heading is just hitting the ball with your head. No problem! I found that the kind of movement in baseball is similar to that in soccer, so basketball should actually help. But you’d have to tone down the American Football haha!
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I should have known that! Dadblameit. I can be dull. Yes, can’t tell you how many times I want to hit the ball with my hands!
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haha yes most learners do that a lot, but with time you get used to not using your hands. On the ball and on people.
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I guess no shoving either!
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Subtle forms are allowed *wink* (and what happened to WordPress smileys?)
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Haha! Isn’t it horrible? They changed them. And the laughing ones, don’t even laugh now! I’ve boycotted them, Lesley!
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Haha you’re really taking it to them!
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I sure am!
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Great post – long time no hear. Compound???Bet that takes some explaining overseas???
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Thanks FK! Long time indeed! Compound indeed takes a lot of explaining there. I hope to do a little bit of that in the upcoming posts. And how are you?
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100% – glad I can leave such mmm contentious words to you to describe! Try “locations” and “Makayas” next!
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Haha, at least I’ve lived in a compound (“inkomponi”) and nobody can take that away from me. And I’ve never thought of “compound” as a contentious word…
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Really – never heard of the “farm village????” “Mine village?” Very PC way of saying the same thing…luckily we didn’t have one – didn’t believe in them. We lived “traditionally”…maize fields cattle, goats chickens etc”
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Haha that’s funny because our compound was also divided into 3 “villages,” which I found odd (the fact that they were called “villages”). But really, I’ve never thought much of it beyond the fact that it’s just odd. But I can see how it can be contentious in some circles.
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