One of the few i miss

Well, I always find fun and peace with people, as against playing video games and other solitary activities; I love being in the midst of people I love, which opened me to many friendships. I am still friends with almost all my friends aside from the ones that died (May their souls rest in peace) and those who left the country at a tender age alongside their parents.

A brief introduction about me and how I make friends. I was born in a family of 5. A mother and a father; alongside that, I have two male siblings with which; one is older while the other is younger. Because we are all males, having fun revolves around playing football, racing and riding bikes. These were fun activities then, which were what boys of my age at that time did. I think I was averagely good, and I played as a defender.

Making friends is one of the easiest things to do if you are a football lover, as you will be surprised at how easy it makes bonding come into place. That was where I met and made friends with many people, and that was where I met my dear friend Ade, whom I miss so much. I met Ade on the pitch on Saturday as we teens have our own small pitch, which was appointed to us. Ade was an opponent in a 5 aside match, and I was playing against them. He was a great footballer as a kid, one can tell, at an early age. He dribbled and dribbled the hell out of me while I played against him, and he scored a goal to take my team out as we were playing in sets.

So during a rematch, he kept dribbling me, and people were starting to laugh at me which each dribble he made. So I became angry and punched him; that was how a fight broke out between Ade and me. I know he is way better than I am, but I felt that he was making me make a fool of myself as I could not mark him or tackle him off the ball, and he knew that, and he kept exploiting that. We kept fighting, and the elderly people who were there instructed no one should separate or interfere with the fight.

After fighting for so, my minutes, we became tired, and that was when the real punishment started for us. The elders who were present when the fight broke out ensured we had exhausted ourselves from the rumble and punches throwing. Then they instructed us to assume a pick pin position. This was the worst form of punishment that I have ever faced in my life. Ade and I were in that position till we could no longer take the pain again. We were sweating and crying, so we started begging. At some point, the elders told us to get up, and they flogged us each 5 strokes of Cain each. It hurt so bad that even thinking about it, my back aches.

After we were beaten, they told Ade and me to hug each other, which was how we became friends. I never played against Ade again after that, as I was always in his team, and I enjoyed it as he made a mess of the opposition, lol. Aside from football, we were also in the same class but different schools. We got separated when his parent relocated from Lagos to only God knows where, and that was the last I had of Ade. The last I heard of Ade, I was told he had relocated to the United States. I do not know his last name, so Facebook searches have not been helpful.

If I could see Ade now, I would challenge him to a game of football to show him how far I have improved my defending skills, and I hope that would suffice to stop him from going past me.