The "World Cup in my village" that I will forever miss
By Sam Nkurunziza
July 2010 - As each of us joined the rest of Africans in hosting the last game of the world’s most treasured tournament in South Africa, an ideal analysis proves that beyond the trophy which they (Africans) failed to win on their own ground, there was much more to be desired.
While the whole world watched in amazement as Spain walked away with the precious trophy, it is no surprise that most Africans should have been left yearning for more but by coincidence this was never to be. Thousands of residents in Gisenyi sector, Rubavu district on this particular Sunday evening braved the cold lakeside breeze and wind to watch the final game as a group before a very large inflatable screen.
This coincided with the closure of a campaign dubbed ‘world cup in my village’ in which sports was used as an educational tool where by youths are highly targeted to acquire various pieces of advice and a variety of professional skills.
With her head tightly held between the palms and elbows firmly clung onto her thighs, watching Spain demolish Netherlands, Aisha Umuhoza looks deeply taken and reserved but disappointed at the same time. And as if to rule out most of all my previous expectations, a little chat with her proves otherwise. Despite the stunningly desperate look clearly visible in her eyes, Umuhoza believes that as much as Africans deserved more than what they got after hosting the world cup for the first time, there was still a lot to be celebrated.
Umuhoza is one of the 30 children in this district who were trained in film production and news reporting shortly before the world cup period by a joint team involving a local cultural centre (Vision Jeunesse Nouvelle) and UNICEF in conjunction with the Ministry of Youth. She shared her experience.