When will Kenyan soccer get itself out of the endless rounds of scandal and mismanagement?
My heart still bleeds from an encounter over the weekend with a famous former football player. He actually asked me not to quote his name in any
discussions when I told him I will be letting the world know about his plight. The fighting over who should sit on a ball in the KFF offices
has now subjected some big portion of our population to starvation.
Through his tale I realized that one footballer actually directly and
indirectly supports eight mouths. So when then the pitches go silent,
hunger sets in, in many homes.
FIFA, which the incapable Sports
Minister prefers to call VIVA, has been patient with the insanity of our
officials, but this is running out. March 1st is our appointment with
fate. It is also the deadline to show our interest to participate in
World Cup 2010 activities. Imagine hosting Brazil and France for two
weeks of training before they go down south. The government is shouting
all over the place about sovereignty and no need to respect a tiny NGO like 'VIVA'. They might have a point but it is hidden in so much arrogance
that makes it difficult for one to appreciate it.
Of course we do not want anyone to dictate to us, but what about the actual
football? It is not played by pot-bellied balding individuals. It is
played by young Kenyans who do it as a source of income. Their plates
go empty as the rich and powerful dine and wine after press conferences
to attack the other camp.
As this goes on, we the football fans
have been by far quite or worse still passive. Only in Mombasa have
some brave fans told those dignified goons in three-piece suits to go
back to their offices and let the ball be kicked by the twenty two
individuals in shorts. It is time we the fans and players go to Uhuru
Park and tell them, Mpira iko na wenyewe. Better still we can
advocate for rescheduling of our local matches to accommodate our new
insatiable appetite for the British premiership.
Brothers and sisters, we have only ten days to a suspension that will keep homes
dark without kerosene, hungry with maize flour and young people idling
in dark alleys where Matheri Ikere will hire them for a bank raid. To
your desks I put this question; what can you do to save our soccer
before March 1?
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