As I wait together with the whole world for the finals, my mind cannot help but drift back to the first day of the world cup…
I had some business to take care of in town. As usual town was so busy, the scorching sun did not make it any better. But there was one talk unifying everyone; passengers, conductors, boda-boda riders, just mention whoever- the talk about world cup. Even cockroaches in the darkest corners had heard rats squeaking about world cup.
Later in the evening i was geared up for the first match. But I had heard that the old man of the country had warned through representative members that we should be careful- who does not remember the tragedy that befell us last world cup?
But again, my little room has no tele. I resorted to my Nokia ‘katorch’. I tuned in to one of my favourate radio stations – BBC. I plugged earphones into my ears, slipped into well pressed warm sheets as I listened to two guys; one with a French like British accent which I found both amusing and entertaining.
The next thing I knew it was morning. Where are the earphone? Somewhere in bed. And the Nokia? The battery of the poor ‘katorch’ had died. Eish things we go through to catch up with the world cup.
It has been 31 days of accusations, contract sagas, tear shading by Brazil fans… can it be any better than this?