African Cup of Nations

Planet Earth stands still. Africa reckons as Ghana beckons. A bloodless war in Africa. Brothers at home and in Diaspora, Uniting to defend their fatherland. On the verge of repeating and re-writing history. The bell is tolled and the die cast. Fans roll out drums with funfare. Rivals green with envy,grudges and jealousy. Many contract nationalism and patriotism epidemics. I peep into my crystal ball, To know whom claims the trophy. My predictions seem obscure. Because no one has monopoly of skills, And no one is completely bereft of wills. All galaxies parade their dazzling stars. But not all that glitters are gold. Soccer beauty is skin deep. Because the hood does not make the monk. The mighty may fall due to over confidence. And the under dogs may rise due to over efforts. Only time will crack this nutshell. To unveil the folks with the greatest strokes. Winners will smile home in victory. And loosers likewise in jittery.