Days in school can bring with them so much stress.
There are times when you don't want to leave your bed but resilience demands
that you turn up even on your worst of days. It is for that reason that we always
have to try and create our happy moments where you drown away the tiredness and
hope that you stay in that state forever. But these unfortunately are the
lesser of days.
The nature of the course that we do has its tough
days, just like any other course you will come across. The beauty about ours
though is that it doesn't spread the bad days all through the semester but
rather finds a way of "huddling them in one corner" and that is what
many refer to as the famous or infamous (depending on where you stand)
coursework week. We have a trail of other such days but this leads that pack.
After those days where we had committed to burning midnight candles for our
coursework, I sold an idea to a group of friends, many with whom I share a
history, to go playing football and catch up.
It has been four years now at University, we had
joined together in year one and given that we had shared our high school, it
was such a brilliant idea to go somewhere and look back on how far we have
come. We had in recent times converged but many of these were purely academic
visits and for those that were not, it was always one reason or another that
didn't give the fun its full and natural flow. Many years had gone by since we
had come together to pass time as we relived the good moments, where we laughed
so hard, shouted obscenities, told famous tales and thrown barbs at each other.
We badly needed this time!
The general consensus was to go out playing football;
after all it was the only sport I was convinced we all could comfortably play.
I was wrong on this! The revelation we were to later get was beyond our
anticipation. When it was time to play, the most minutes many could play were
five and moreover in the small 5 aside pitch. Too much weight was holding down
some, others were having the after effects of numerous nights out and some were
genuinely unfit after burying themselves in books for the years gone by. All
these hindered our playing time and people who thought that our earlier pre-booked
two hours was short, were soon were asking for incessant cooling breaks.
Everyone could claim to be tired on the pitch but
certainly not off when it came to eating. When that big tray of pork was laid
out in front of us, we forgot that we were once tired. We all seemed alive once
more and it felt like no activity had been going on before. The eating took a
very short time, the stories that were flowing minutes ago suddenly came to a
grinding halt. Of course they were to be resumed later after the job at hand
had been fully accomplished.
A friend of mine likes to tell me that the reason
why adults should have fun and enjoy themselves is to simply give kids the
reason to want to grow up. As we sauntered away from the place that had given
us so much fun in just a day I couldn’t help
but think about what lay ahead of us, shall we ever get back together again for
an event like this? That time if it should come again should be very soon
otherwise in the future, most will require the permission of their spouses but
most worryingly many may not be able to kick a ball at all, but I refuse to be
bound by any of the above.
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