...OF ANXIETY AND FUN GONE AWRY: That we Loved badminton isn’t a lie. The love for the game had blossomed inside our bone marrows even before we learnt integers and number line. In other words, we envied the way that the badminton seniors smashed that yellowish cork. (I’m using the word “Cork” because if I write “cock” the females reading this will think otherwise <Wink>). Well then we were just some scared, virgin, village boys. Before we bade goodbye to the first term, we had already mastered some of the few rules applicable in the game. Second term rolled in quickly and we, or at least me, was training hard and proper in readiness for the ‘Zonals’ games slated for later that term. The d-day came quite fast and my fellow Form one by the name Akuro David were overwhelmed with some childlike joy as we boarded that pick-up looking forward to meeting those other guys out other. Ebenezer is in a forest somewhere, remember? But let’s pause here a bit. The reason...
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