Go to hell

This was definitely the kind of day one wishes was a bad dream, not exactly a nightmare but a bad dream nonetheless. I didn’t feel like waking up this morning, but I did look forward to going to church. It was a wonderful service and the worship team set us off on a journey that was interesting, uplifting and encouraging. I left church to prepare for the afternoon Diguna champions league which is our football league for the neighbourhood kids.

We began by pouring several layers of sawdust on our muddy and waterlogged lower pitch so that it could be playable. The fixture list was ready but the teams were not so it took us quite a bit of time before we could have the first match. The kids’ teams were okay but the teens were not ready, with only some of the teams nearing their full squad. We were supposed to start at 2pm as we always do, but we kicked the first under 13 matches off at 3pm and the first under 19 matches at 4pm thereabouts.

Some teams came late and still insisted on being given priority but we were unwilling to budge. We ended up having only three out of a possible four matches with the last match being a walkover that happened in near darkness. One of the kids from the team that walked out called my colleague a nasty name and it was all we could do to stay saved and not give him the thumping he had coming. His sentiments are what make up the title of this blog. After a not so good end to last night, this day didn’t end so well either. What do we learn from all this? There are good days and bad days. Thank God for the good days, and make sure you learn from the bad days.