Banished to the sidelines
THE ONLY fear one should have is the fear of missing out – known as “fomo” to the millennials.
I, as one of the top attackers at the last championship, have been left out of an amazing sports tournament that starts tomorrow in Buffalo City – or eMonti as the Xhosa locals refer to it – where all the “best players” will be in attendance.
The last gruelling contest was in Nasrec near Soweto in December, where more than 5 000 comrades of a black, green and gold hue pursued a bloodless coup to elect new skippers to lead a 106-year-old behemoth for the next five years.
There, major national and international scribes (or players) descended on an event that was akin to a World Cup of reporting for journalists.
This lowly newspaperman, developed in the dusty streets of Katlehong in Ekurhuleni (or K1) – junior as he is – managed to play a starring attacking role for the eventual champions, Team Independent Media, as we dismantled our peers with great teamwork and a solid game plan.
However, for eMonti, I’ve been informed by the selectors that “awuzi” – you’re not coming – the selection of which has crushed a player.
To my teammates covering the ANC celebrations this weekend, good luck in implementing another winning game plan which will see us triumph once more. I hold no grudges against you.
My Fomo anger will be directed at the selectors, who, like Bafana Bafana, have relegated me to watching an important tournament on TV.