PICNIC DAY.


Hello there!

I had a really nice time today, and I'd like to tell you about it. 

My church organized a picnic today and the time was 4pm prompt but I close from work by 5pm, so I wasn't so sure I'd make it there. Anyways, I finished up on time and ran off. 

Got there and it was just getting started, so I dived into the fun, challenging the guys playing football to allow me be a part but they wouldn't hear it. Nobody wanted me to be part of their team so I decided to create my own team o. 

Guyyyyyyyyyssss nor be everything be motivation. I had earlier told the guys playing that I believed I could do it, moreover isn't it just kicking a ball. 

They're certain individuals better suited for a certain task, and if you try to imitate their performance ogaa you'll go home with body ache like myself. You cannot do it without understanding how the other person does it. 

I had so much fun day, the thrill of running around felt good. It been a while I played like a child, you know teenage hood tend to kill the 2year old in all of us. It was indeed a refreshing moment for me. 

Dearest reader, when last did you go to an open field to just play? I know adulthood is adulting but every now and then try relax. Let go of your inhibitions, have fun and even go home with a hurting ankle like myself, it'll all be worth it. 

Keep in mind that you cannot do what you cannot do. Special regards to all footballers out there, he nor easy. 



@favvy_Okwansđź–¤.

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