It was a sunny Sunday morning. He had just decided that enough was enough.
There was something he desperately needed to do in order to fulfill his destiny. Waiting for the prophecy to come true was no longer viable.
He sold all his things on the black market along with some knowledge of future events to the highest bidder and relocated to London.
Ah, London. He had finally arrived after 20 long years in the making.
You see, when he was a little boy, coming down from swimming practice at the local club he decided to enter the bare sand football field where the main squad was about to train. The timing could not have been worse. Cause as the young man entered the pitch so were the professional players and inadvertently one of them just hit the young man and he slid knees and face first on the on the hard dirt African pitch, scrapping the knees and busting open his jaw.
The clubs’ physio who was also the clubs sangoma cleaned the boys wounds and apologized for the players behavior and explained that when they enter the pitch they must not stop for anything or anyone or risk losing the next game.
When he was about to patch his torn jaw he noticed something, something he had never seen before and had been searching for a long time. He had been searching for 150 years for a sign. A sign that he was not alone, that there was someone like him who could read between the time lines. Someone who could see further than the eye would ever allow.
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In that boy the very old but young in body sangoma saw the future. He could be turned into doing good or doing evil. He had to make sure it was the first and not the latter as he could change the face of whichever field he chose to be in.
If any other sangomas knew about him, they surely would vote to kill him as he represented a big dangerous gamble. No one should have this much power.
The old and wise sangoma decided to follow the boy, to scout for his true nature and calling.
He realized that this boy was an avid fan of chess, tae kwon do, swimming, basketball and tennis. He was good at all these having even participated in national and regional championships. Just missing the commonwealth games due to injury.
So he realized his destiny had all to do with sports. He could now break the news to the sangoma council. The boy was not a danger as his true calling did not want outrageous power.
It had been 10 years since that day and now after having lurked in the shadows for this long the sangoma went to the boy and talked to him. Told him about this great plan the world had for him. That he would one day be famous and revered all over the
world.
The prophecy the sangoma said: On the day of the blue and red sky you will see what you have to do. What you were sent into this world for.
One day, whilst watching the tube a game started. It was 1999 Arsenal vs Chelsea. When he saw that hat trick by a fellow African man he knew inside him that he had to repeat those feats. So he started playing football at school. He was not talented like that tall African striker. He was slightly tall but very slim. Did not have the natural striker/winger skills. But from all those years of basketball, chess and tae kwon do he had the vision, the blocking skill and the elasticity, stamina to do it all. So he became a vicious central/defensive midfielder. He could read the passes, sprint to cover and block opponents just like its done in basketball. He was effective and loved the brawl. But this was a short career as his knee problems came back and his family wanted him to graduate and not waste time on a pitch.
So at an early stage and being the older son he left the pitch and concentrated on the books. His team missed him dearly as they no longer had the vicious, wild and stronger than his looks no nonsense midfielder.
His calling was still there and one day while strolling home he stopped to see his old team playing. They were being trashed by the rival school. He could see in the lines what could change so he approached the old coach and injured captain just before halftime and suggested a change. The coach did not like it but his former colleagues were morally bad, losing 3-0 so it wouldn’t hurt to listen. He explained them that the opposition did not have fast full backs, they were relying upon the central midfield numbers and strength. Everyone thought he was going to play to fight their midfielders. But no, he could not break the promise he had made to his mother and ill grandma. He would not play again.
He decided to tell them to play with 3 centre backs, 2 wing backs, one defensive midfielder, 2 centre midfielders, one attacking midfielder and a solo striker. They could not understand how they would win with a single striker. But try they did and boy oh boy did they turn things around. In the end the opposition midfielder was no longer functioning. They lost the game 4-3 but the foundation had been laid.
