I find the comfort in a soccer field
At those times when in most need
To escape the gloomy brooding,
To free my mind of heavy burden.
Field belongs to me,
I come to succeed.
Field is where I belong,
Strength and power in my bones.
I come for the victory
Liberated from worry.
With spirited team
I persevere and achieve.
Releasing the stress,
Forgetting the mess,
Giving all of myself
To the game of the ball.
Long I practiced my moves
But I am constantly learning.
I feel the confidence
Steadily growing.
My passion,
My joy,
My comfort,
The Game
About the Creator
Joseph June
Come, discover the true Nigeria with me
Each story is true story about my country and my people.
Being poor has double meaning.
One is to live in poverty.
The other is to live without hope and dreams.
I have hope and dreams.
Therefore I am rich.
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