Flashback
to the Grand Finale of the Seal's Cup, I was so excited to go watch my
department bring back the cup to the faculty. Geography brought it home in
2022, and it becomes our obligation to win the cup for the second time for the
faculty. Heard that Philosophy made it to the finals last year but geography
beat them to it and we are here to do that again. Just as my president said in
the interview after our match with MBBS, we've kept our second goal against
MBBS for Philosophy. Shebi "pesin wey lack epistemology no fit beat pesin
wey dey do epistemology?” we go see now.
Fast
forward to 4 p.m., and we were all still waiting for the match to begin. It
seemed like the UI SU guys Vs the Hall chairpersons were trained by a
professional coach. The match was so captivating to watch. Such professionalism
from the different bodies. The football skills displayed by the players were
top-notch. The never-ending match ended and the long-awaited final match
between my department and the green department began.
I looked
to my right and I noticed some students of the Department of Philosophy holding
up cardboards to cheer up their players. Lol! One guy even had his face painted
green. Lol! Then I noticed some had green ribbons tied to their heads and
wrists. What got me laughing was the fact that many of them were wearing a
touch of green. Aww! Such a supporting fan club. These guys have good PR
services in their department though. Unfortunately, all these would only make
their loss more interesting. Dey play!
While
still analyzing the fan club of the Department of Philosophy, I heard a goal.
We scored! I thought the Plato Academy wouldn't even give us the room to score
a goal and here we are. In less than #30 minutes, a goal! It is today we shall
know the men from the boys. I cheered on our players. Philosophy can say
goodbye to this cup already. With all their PR services they do see goal score.
We continued our defense game till the end of the first half. Philosophy
couldn't score. "Go Plato" in the mud. Let the guys who helped you
clear off MBBS take the cup in peace. You said no. Well, what's a win without a
good fight?
We
proceeded with our defense game in the second half. I saw the prayer warriors
for Plato fan club interceding for their players. A department where they
question the existence of God the most? Dey play! This isn't even about prayer,
it is about skills. Their players are no good match for us. Towards the end of
the second half, while still mocking their fan club of the Plato Academy, I
heard another goal. We scored! 2-0. Yes! Finally, we've won! A few minutes to
our second goal the Ref blew the whistle. I saw my department guys run into the
field, screaming "We won! We won!” I ran into the field with so much
excitement. What a painful loss for Philosophy. Getting to the finals the
second time and not winning.
Oh, the
joy of winning! As I ran into the field I went to hug our players for a job
well done. I thought philosophy scored the second goal at first till I saw that
it was our player who scored. I was so glad to see it wasn't an equalizer. Such
a painful one for philosophy. Despite all their PR services they lost. Saw one
of them crying. Ehyah. However, we were so glad to have won the Seals Cup
final. Jubilation did not stop as we all sang and praised our players.
Then it
was time to be awarded the cup. After the players were given the cup, I decided
to go meet a friend of mine who was amongst the players so I could also hold
the cup of victory. As I moved closer my vision began to blur out. Well, it could
be from the sweat dripping into my eyes. I cleaned it off but it was still
blurry. I ignored it and tried to move closer. I got closer as my guy stretched
the cup to me. With excitement, I stretched out my hands to receive the cup.
However, as I was about to collect the cup, I felt a sharp sting in my eyes and
I opened my eyes. It was a dream! It was all a dream! We lost! Pesin wey dey
do epistemology don later beat Pesin wey lack epistemology! Tears brimmed
as I remembered our painful loss. Then I remembered I slept off crying. Sigh!
The sadness of losing.
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