My friend is a very good footballer. He loves playing football. He does that with utmost enthusiasm. He initially wanted to make a career in football but his fate changed at some point.
Before we met in the university, he was playing with a club in the FCT. He was their no.1 striker (forward). He was nicknamed “Double Skippo” due to his dexterity in the act.
His father who is domicile in the U.K. asked him to quit football and go to the university to further his education. His father threatened to disown him if he should flaunt his orders. In order to be a good and obedient son, my friend had to give up his football dreams for his father’s own chosen career. He came down to the East for his university education.
In the university, my friend displayed his talent during NUGA game. He was known everywhere within the university town of Nsukka for his performance in the NUGA game. He was called by the LG chairman to join his club; Mayor’s club. He never failed to perform in any of the matches he played with the team. He makes a lot of money from this and other matches he travelled to play for other clubs. He did this with joy as he saw that as past-time activities.
We graduated. Now, my friend has entered the labour market. Nigeria, being in a state of economic quagmire, has left my friend with regrets. Every day, my friend regrets ever listening and taken the order from his father to leave his love, passion and career for university education. His father has not been of any meaningful help to him since he graduated from the university. His dreams had been shattered. This is his recent statement, “The very day I left football camp in Abuja down to the East to pay UNN acceptance fee was the day I quitted my happiness to satisfy my parents”.