This is a story of a young Nigerian girl named Nifémi who has a dream of becoming a professional in a sport that is widely dominated by Men Football. She believes in her talent and knows that she can make it but she first has to leave Africa , but she hit a stumbling block after her father died and for her to go to school talkless of feeding became a strong which made her mother marry her late husband best friend in order to help ease the burden not knowing he was a wolf in sheep clothing and has come to make sure that Nifémi dream remains a Dream rather than a Reality
Chapter 1 Beginning
The goal was never to become a football player I was okay running the little kiosk my mother had where she sold drinks, beverages, food stuffs and everything home materials. The only football I ever watched was always on the television screen and that was whenever my father forgot to turn off the television after a premier league or la Liga game.
He never wants to see me in the sitting room and would always lock me in my room or send me out of the house in preparation for a football game, because to him women do not make great footballers, irrespective of the fact that women like Martha of Brazil, and my very own Nigerian born Yoruba football star of Barcelona Asisat Oshoala, are making it big in football today.
My name is Nifemi Babalola and my story is one which inspires confidence, greatness even in the worst situations.
As a kid I had always loved football and would always sneak out of the 🏠 house to go watch my brother's play in a local field that was two streets away and this I did with the support of my mother who believes that every woman can be whoever or whatever they choose to become
On this faithful day I had gone out with my friend and my best hypewoman Grace to go watch my brother's play forgetting I had chores to go run for my father.
''Nifé! Nifé ! Won't you be going to the field, today? " Grace asked while I was taking my father's cloth I had washed; after constant beatings from forgetfulness, during the day into the house.
"Is there a football match today at the field ?" I asked.
" Don't tell me you forgotten all about it, Nifé!?" The tone of her voice like that of an African black puppet. She always reminded me of the dolls little girls looked forward to getting for Christmas, with her light complexion on tall skin frame. " Taiwo and Kehinde's team will be playing against the boys from our next street. I thought they told you already about it?" She asked.
" No, they didn't" I replied. Kehinde and Taye wouldn't even had told me even if they were playing against Chelsea. Out father had severely warned them and would oftentimes go physical on them for involving me in anything football.
"SO what should we do now?" asked Grace. A little part of me wanted to decline the offer but I was to submerged and in love with the game that I couldn't but accept the offer .
" Let's make sure I come back quick before Dad " Nifé told Grace and gave a smile of acceptance. One would think that Grace was a lover of football with the way she convinced me to go and watch the match, but the truth is that the only footballer she knows is the five time Ballon d'or winner Cristiano Ronaldo not because of his style of play,skills or goal scoring ability but rather because of how tall and ripped his body was. If ever she was to go professional on football is so she can meet him.
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