Hold your rosaries, folks, because the beautiful game is under attack, not by a fearsome striker, but by a flamboyant televangelist. Yes, you read that right. Benny Hinn, the man whose faith-healing prowess has been as questionable as his toupee, is set to hold a crusade at the hallowed Nyayo National Stadium, the very ground where our AFCON dreams are supposed to take flight.
Now, don’t get me wrong, a little divine intervention might do wonders for our Harambee Stars, considering their recent performances have been more purgatory than paradise. But let’s be honest, Nyayo Stadium isn’t exactly the Vatican. It’s a footballing cathedral, not a megachurch parking lot.
And therein lies the rub. While Benny Hinn rakes in the “seeds” (wink wink), our top clubs like Gor Mahia and AFC Leopards, who’ve been around longer than most of our national debts, can’t even afford a decent home. They’re forced to beg and borrow say Kasarani Stadium (when it’s not being used for Benny’s theatrics) for their matches.
This isn’t just a scheduling snafu, it’s a symptomatic sore on the body of Kenyan sports. How can we dream of AFCON glory when our own sports people are treated like stepchildren? Shame on the government for turning a blind eye to the needs of our athletes, while Benny Hinn scores an own goal on our national pride.
But wait, there’s more! Uhuru Gardens, Uhuru Park, even the Statehouse lawn – all perfectly suitable alternatives for a crusade. Why oh why Nyayo Stadium? It’s like inviting a rock concert to the library – tone deaf and disrespectful.
So, Benny Hinn, take your act elsewhere. We, the Kenyan public, demand better for our sports, our athletes and our dreams. Let’s not trade tackles with our own aspirations. Let Nyayo Stadium be a place where goals are scored, not souls are “saved.” And for the love of the beautiful game, let’s build our own damn stadiums, amen?
Remember, you can’t shame the shameless, but we can certainly boo them off the pitch.
