A funny-witty-beastly soccer playing-13 year old- Ethiopian boy, Abel.
Like I said, when I left them on Sunday night those boys were not pulling at my "heart-strings". The next morning they were out there playing the game they played everyday. They had a nail nailed into a telephone wire and a hackysac-like ball on the end of a string, almost like teatherball. The only difference between teatherball and their came was that they used their feet instead of their hands. That morning we were going to walk to CFI (Compassion Family International) and a few of the group members were outside. I wandered over to there game, where I was forced to play their game.
Now I am truly convinced that they only did this because the day before they all saw me attempt to paly soccer, and they thought it might also be amusing to see the white girl try to kid the flying hackysac on a string. Abel was the champion at this point, and you can only stay palying if you continue to win. So, here I was the feet-coordinataion disabled white girl facing the best teatherball player they had. This was the dialoge of the game:
Abel: Me first.
Abel: (after a kick and 3 more seconds):I win. You try again. (Snicker from the audience)
Me: No really I'm no good....
Abel: Me first.
Abel: (after a kick and 3 more seconds):I win. You try again. (Snicker from the audience)
Me: Abel, don't make me play again.
Abel: Me first.
Abel: (after a kick and 3 more seconds):I win. You try again. (Snicker from the audience)
Me: (pointing to another kid): How about you let him try. I got to go.
Abel: No No No No...... where are you going?
Me: To my friend Peter's
Abel:(pointing to CFI's building a street away? ) That Peter? (I nod) Oh Peter is my friend. Peter is a good man.
Me: See You guys later
Abel: You will come back to see me ?
Me:Yes
Unlike Sunday, all day I couldn't stop thinking about them.
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