I am a lover of sport. Each time I see my friends and people around me playing football, it gives me joy.

I've been playing football since I was a kid, but my parents are my problem, especially my father, who sees football as nothing but doesn't realize it's how I get my body fit, and I've tried my hardest to convince him to let me, but each day I go out to play football, I'm going to get a beating from him, and he does that often enough that I'm going out well prepared.He did that till he became tired of beating me, but it was all his fault. He had flogged me till I could no longer fill the pain anymore.

But he was not the one that stopped me playing football. I recall the day I went to school. Normally, during break, we play football inside the school environment, but on that faithful day, our teachers were not in school due to a debate competition, so as we were playing football, the ball went directly to the window and that was how a love was broken. Every student in school began shouting and telling us that if our teachers returned, they would report it to them.

The next day, I went to school expecting to be beaten by our teachers, but to my surprise, they didn't say anything, and instead, I was beaten by my father, all because of my neighbor's daughter, but I never stopped playing football.