It was During a lengthy summer break, I organized a football competition for 16 street teams, each team throwing down cash for a chance at glory – and a sweet #2,000 prize. It might not sound like much, but trust me, back then, that was everything – the equivalent of £1 now.
It was most boys dream then to play in the big league, the streets buzzed with dreams of football stardom, in the hot Lagos sun, you see boys wearing thermal wear, gloves just to feel like premiere league players
That same holiday was when my parents imposed strict house confinement, they got home tutors for us, so we won’t have to leave the house. My younger sister Tolu, the family’s law-abiding member, became my liaison. With her help, I managed to sneak out to oversee the competition.
The two-week competition unfolded smoothly until the final day, it was a Sunday, coinciding with my parents being home all day. I found myself in my room, strategizing how to discreetly slip out. Simultaneously, street tension escalated as the anticipated day to declare the winner and award the cash prize. All my tricks failed me on that day.
At approximately 3:30 pm, a sizable group of about 25-35 boys stormed our house. My mom, taken aback, asked what was happening. Their collective response was a shout, “We’re looking for Michael!” They proceeded to disclose my well-guarded secrets to her, expressing frustration that, on the crucial final match day, where rewards were at stake, Michael was nowhere to be found.
In my room, it felt as though the ground should swallow me, and life should cease. Despite the overwhelming tension, my mom, inquiring further, asked them, “Did Michael collect money from all of you to play?” Upon inquiring, my mom asked, “Where did you get the money?” Their response was, “We’ve been saving since mid-term when he told us.” She then instructed them to head to the pitch, assuring them that i would join them shortly.
Upon learning of the situation, my dad, visibly angered, expressed his frustration. He questioned my motives, stating, “What does Michael stand to gain from collecting money to play ball? In response, my mom intervened, insisting She emphasized that if Michael, at his age, could inspire his friends to see the value in football and pay for it, they should support and guide me with love. Turning to me, she entered my room, she asked if I have their money ready or those boys will beat me up. I promptly showed her the envelope containing their funds.
As I prepared to head to the pitch, my mom insisted that I go back and change my outfit, underlining the significance of appearing the part as the organizer. Her unwavering support and understanding during that moment linger as a cherished memory, God bless her soul, Happy Mother’s Day 🕊️💜
Michael Okunloro | Elevate Your Style 