count eyes in Africa.
piercing eyes and dressed in poverty live with hunger and fear, but also curious freedom, the tears of pain and fatigue, but also about friendship and struggle.
I rejoice in my eyes, a smile before he snatched from shyness, in the shadow of the ancient white oppression.
The look of the small Eugene, in the green savannah of the stadium in Malindi, brings with it the pride of the captain and happiness to share with the 23 companions of Genoa Youth Karibuni.
He first received a complete uniform: the beautiful mesh rossoblu that finally can be combined with shorts all equal, white, and socks that are not official ones but at least they are for everyone and make the boys feel more united.
The gift of Griffin on the Net is an opportunity to party.
All lined up for the official photos, with Eugene that suddenly becomes serious and puts others in line. Fourteen year-old son of an agent and a prison soldier died during the civil war, he believes his career as a player but if he could not find space at least in the Kenyan Premier League, you know that would agree to take a gun hand, to earn a living.
Meanwhile, with honors, goes towards the school and, as a serious and diligent, you will find surely someone will help you to at least diploma. Eugene
distributes shorts and socks, the first to accaparrarseli and Janja Mwangemi, the bomber crew.
Twelve years, a child physical armor, moves to Panther and have a good understanding, incidentally, with the captain. He
numbers, Janja, but must be followed by a bit 'in school, because often "dribble" the study. Janja and Eugene are the two stars of Genoa in Malindi.
But college football has created a close-knit group, and it shows in the weekly training sessions with coach Ben Ouma (former goalkeeper with Premier League experience in Belgium) who gives orders, leafing through the big book of workouts teaching of FGCI. There
Baraka, taken away from a pair of genoani of Sestri Levante, which right-back, once you're comfortable with the field and the calves of opponents, has become a great center, there's Mystic (father "rasta "gave him this name because listening to" Natural Mystic "Bob Marley) who does medianaccio and covers advanced captain, who is always in the action. There are fast and the minutes and George Nelson are doing outside of the midfield in 442 of which Mr. Ouma required becomes a 4231, with the second striker Fahad receding.
What is surprising, of Grifoncino rossoblu, is how to assimilate schedules and fast way to play.
After the usual photos with glittering uniforms, the game on paper looks daunting: the face is the fierce team of Kisumundogo district, "slum" suburbs of malindina. The
under 14 is made up of guys who hopefully will not follow in the footsteps of brothers drug dealers, petty thieves coming in and out of jail or, at best, beach boys that lure tourists and tourists on the beach and live day by day.
For this reason, before the game, there is the encounter between the boys and the team challenge. We submit, exchange experiences and explain how to Eugene and his companions through the gaps and good football school, we can improve their lives and are easier to find someone to help you carry it on the road to a future without hardship and danger.
I "ravatti" Kisumundogo to absorb the lesson, but soon after, in the field, show just nails and muscoletti. But with
girpantaloncini not something for anyone, Grifoncino Kenyans are concentrated and dynamic. After ten minutes, Janja advantage of the defense and slipped a mistake with a precise diagonal. Eugene makes door and takes a kick from one of these free-kick from 18 yards was born un'anelata quite fitting to his left to turn: the twentieth is already 2-0.
time ends with the pearl of the afternoon, Fahad trangolazione-Eugene-Janja, dribbling Cleaning of our bombers and great goal!
The exultation of the boys is one thing to film. All together to embrace the flag as if we were to win the European Cup in Africa.
eyes make up a single glance, an accomplice of happiness. The eyes are the equatorial sky, are the brothers who applaud them across the network of iron, the parents are gone or that it is as if there had never been to those who will break your back breaking corals, dried palm trees that intertwine to make the roofs, the young mothers who sell colorful sarongs, carrying jerry cans full of water along the great road at night or you have a rough and old alike. The Genoa
Youth Karibuni is liberating that look, that smile in the future.
One could argue for hours about what joy, what constitutes well-being, what makes us feel satisfied. I always think of the Italian youth of Eugene and Janja, Baraka and Mystic.
their boredom, nihilism and discouragement, the collective unconscious and raped by the disgusting immorality of the ruling class.
I could return to the beginning of things, feelings, sources of joy and passion. Being able to tell them, quoting a philosopher of our times, that "freedom is participation."
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