Personal Narrative: My Life As A Pro Soccer Player
David Abdi Osman My Goal My Name is Abdi and my goal was to be a Pro soccer player. Like all Somalian boys I dreamed of playing pro soccer, traveling from country to country and beating each on every team out there. In Somalia the only sport we played was soccer. And with so many people playing the same game and carrying the same goal you have to work very hard to be notice and given a chance to show what skills you have. Unlike so many other Somalian’s who get a straight chance to become pro soccer players I didn’t get that chance, because I lived with only my mom and three of my sisters and my younger sister was just a baby, and my mom couldn’t support us well as we had intended.
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Because we were constantly moving, our money supply kept getting lower, and soon when we came to Mombasa our supplies was so low we had to stay there for two years, and when we had enough to live my sisters were so well acquainted with the place we had to live them there and move to Somalia. In Somalia we lived in a town called, “Decalay” inside a round place that was about the size of a stadium, with one big door facing south, and the walls of the place made with nothing more than pointy sticks, thorns, an old dried wooden fence and small spires neighborhood kids made. Me and my family stayed there for several months and every day I woke up at five am and went to the slater house to watch the people proper fresh meat for the stores. In Somalia me and my cousin Hussein and I always played soccer in the afternoon no mature how bad the wheatear is. I remember playing soccer in the rain once the ground was so red could been the effect of the extreme heat, the ground was so slippery with small rocks in the red mud the game started, from an incent game then one kid slipped and crashed into a kid the whole game turned into Kung Fu soccer mud wrestling, where whoever has the ball got hit hard by the legs and his team tackled to get to the …show more content…
“NA, I have to stay and practices some more to make up for all the practices I missed.”
And Mohamed says. “What evea suit yourself.”
I had to stay and practices some more like I said in the beginning, “if you wana be noticed you need to have your own set of skills.” Because we all have the same goal, but I been out of practices for some time.
And now that I played with them I can see how their skills have improved exponentially compared to mine; I even had some hard time keeping up with the weakest guy in the team.
I stayed that day and practiced so much that by the time I was finished the rain had stopped an hour and half age but I hadn’t noticed because of the water pouring down on to my face from my big hair. My hair collected water like an upside down umbrella in the rain.
And every inch of my body was covered with mud and scares, after stopping I took a minute to catch my breath and to come to myself every part of my body is aching like hell I could barely move any part, my whole body felt as if I had three planets tied to my back and it was raining
Because we were constantly moving, our money supply kept getting lower, and soon when we came to Mombasa our supplies was so low we had to stay there for two years, and when we had enough to live my sisters were so well acquainted with the place we had to live them there and move to Somalia. In Somalia we lived in a town called, “Decalay” inside a round place that was about the size of a stadium, with one big door facing south, and the walls of the place made with nothing more than pointy sticks, thorns, an old dried wooden fence and small spires neighborhood kids made. Me and my family stayed there for several months and every day I woke up at five am and went to the slater house to watch the people proper fresh meat for the stores. In Somalia me and my cousin Hussein and I always played soccer in the afternoon no mature how bad the wheatear is. I remember playing soccer in the rain once the ground was so red could been the effect of the extreme heat, the ground was so slippery with small rocks in the red mud the game started, from an incent game then one kid slipped and crashed into a kid the whole game turned into Kung Fu soccer mud wrestling, where whoever has the ball got hit hard by the legs and his team tackled to get to the …show more content…
“NA, I have to stay and practices some more to make up for all the practices I missed.”
And Mohamed says. “What evea suit yourself.”
I had to stay and practices some more like I said in the beginning, “if you wana be noticed you need to have your own set of skills.” Because we all have the same goal, but I been out of practices for some time.
And now that I played with them I can see how their skills have improved exponentially compared to mine; I even had some hard time keeping up with the weakest guy in the team.
I stayed that day and practiced so much that by the time I was finished the rain had stopped an hour and half age but I hadn’t noticed because of the water pouring down on to my face from my big hair. My hair collected water like an upside down umbrella in the rain.
And every inch of my body was covered with mud and scares, after stopping I took a minute to catch my breath and to come to myself every part of my body is aching like hell I could barely move any part, my whole body felt as if I had three planets tied to my back and it was raining