The goal you score without kicking the ball


The goal you score without kicking the ball

Once I saw two lanky boys playing football and I thought: why were there two goalposts for only two boys? These two stood adjacent on the field, the grey vested one running fast with all his mighty weakness towards the ball in the middle. The ball? there was no ball but they did play a ball…He fell, his competitor ran to kick the ball but he kicked into the air. A flat faced tribeless fellow shouted “these boys are bad players mehn!" “Shhh!" I blurted disgustedly he was non-existent too anyways. The grey vested guy staggered up from his fall, on seeing this, the other boy crawled towards the ball. The grey vested guy stood over him and kicked his belly yelling “Hey guy whatya name?" I frowned, this game needed no violence. The other boy grinned in pain and took advantage of his opponent’s anger, bit him on his calf (the back of the lower leg) and tried to kick the ball, he scored a 0. 

A man walks into the field with a six feet water drum, we are silent , we watch him go towards the goal post dragging with great struggle the water drum. “Come boys, do you want to swim? You'd feel refreshed. The boys ignored his call and both stood set for the ball again. A fly flew near the eye of the grey vested one he blinked and pulled a long grass from the soil to chase the fly. He runs after the fly till he exits the field. Shoo! Shoo! I heard him yellow the six-feet water drum man ran to him to help him catch the fly. Both of them run across the field dribbling and yelling and as soon as they near the water drum, the fly enters the drum and the man stops and says thoughtfully “son let's go kill it now that's in the drum" the boy nods and they both enter the six-feet water drum. Afterwards, he comes out wet with neither the boy nor the fly. 

The other boy shook his head at the fate of his grey vested opponent. He sets the ball in the middle and dribbles himself and as much as he tried his feet didn't touch the ball and when at last the ball fell into the water drum, the man urged him to swim and get his ball “son swim so you might see there was no ball" the boy get in and I see him no more. That six feet water drum is where you score a goal and death wouldn't ask that you kick a ball all that man chases, chases him into the six feet drum.

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-Jesunifemi 

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