Ma Queens kwawo kwa Queen

Growing up in Kanjedza Admarc Welfare, I had no choice but to participate in netball games most of my free time. Weekends were for cheering and celebrating either Tigress or Tigers wins. These were the Admarc netball and football clubs respectively. I didn't really like playing netball at all as a child. I was bad at it. (I'm not good at any sport, in fact. I just enjoy watching and also happen to understand the rules very well). I was forced to play netball as the majority of Welfare girls spent their free time at the courts. The love for netball was deeply etched in my spirit without my consent. I could not escape. Since Serena Williams retired from Tennis, I found myself watching more netball to pacify my wounded soul. I love watching Queens especially. That is the Malawi National Netball team. They remind me of my childhood. Queen were last couple of weeks in London playing Vitality Nations 2025. When they beat Uganda in their second round match to go ahead and face South Africa in their next match, I acted on a whim and bought myself a flight ticket to London. I had to go watch that match. I successfully swapped my shift and packed a small bag. I arrived in London after midnight on friday. Drunk and happy. I always drink at airports. I had planned to continue imbibing in my hotel room but I realised I was just too tired to do so. I went straight for the pillows. The next day I had breakfast and took two shots of something strong before going off to my one hour bus ride to Copper Box Arena. I arrived in central London right on time. Google maps got me to my destination half an hour before The Queens match. When I got to security at the entrance of the Arena, I was sadly informed my bag was too big to be allowed in. They advised me to go back into town, which was an hour walk to and from, and keep it in one of the lockers there. I literally wanted to cry. But I had no choice in the matter. Rules are rules. I had started walking towards town when I saw a hidden park just a few feet away from the Arena. My feet quickly took me right inside the park. There was no one there. Just bush and a stench of Dog pee. But I had no choice. I prayed for my bag, removed anything that was important and shoved it inside some thorny leaves. I had made peace with going back home without it if ever it was stolen. I ran back to the Arena with all the energy I had in me. Luckily, the Queens were still warming up... I wasn't that late. I bought a cheap pint from one gay guy and went off to find my seat... Queens lost, but they did put up a great fight. I went straight to the park for my bag once the Queens match was finished. It was still there. Just like Moses in that basket. God was I so relieved! My plan was to go straight to the airport after I found the bag, but I changed my mind and went back to the Arena to watch Uganda vs England. After all my ticket covered both matches... The journey to Gatwick airport was an interesting one. One broken down train to getting off at the wrong stops a few times. I didn't think I'd make my flight.