Work! Work! Work! Work is all we think of. Work is all we dance to – from the Morning day to the Flying day. But a Saturday evening is a different life with a different story, both fascinating and awesome. Men and boys, even ladies run to the football ground. Waves in the atmosphere scatter the delicious smell of beef and cheese as the sound of Bojo Mujo plays on the ground. It feels good breathing the purities of the day.
It’s very rare to see men fighting over money, or little boys fighting over a bunch of bananas on a Sunday morning. Only ironed jackets, and white hats walking swift and smart to the Holy assembly. Only the smell of bunny chow conquers the day, as you appreciate the beauty of Africa while feeling relaxed and confident about yourself.