I-Khosi alipheli moya. Supporting Kaizer Chiefs these days is not for the faint-hearted. To be an Ikhosi supporter you now need a lot of courage and perseverance. Watching the team losing week in and week out is not a child’s play.
It has now become a habit for the team to lose. The so-called ‘Glamour Boys’ have not lifted silverware in over five years.
I have two children who have never seen Chiefs winning a gold medal.
The eldest is seven (girl) and the youngest (boy) is four now. The other day, I was watching Chiefs playing. Out of the blue, my daughter asked if I liked my team.
I was a bit confused, trying to ascertain where this question came from.
“Yes, I do. Why are you asking?” I responded.
Without looking at me, she replied and said, “I’m just asking”.
Her question left me talking and wondering if she understood soccer.
The other day, I asked her why she questioned my loyalty to Kaizer Chiefs. She responded: “You always shout at the television when Chiefs is playing”.
That was when I realised I must step back from this family business.
I sometimes wonder if the Motaung family knows the amount of pressure and stress they put us under.
There are times when you feel it is enough now. But come the next game, you watch again. I’m tired of the Kaizer Chiefs’ performance. These guys are making us a laughing stock.
My blood is black and gold and I will never change, but the trauma is now too much.
I wish the love and energy that I have for Chiefs can be transferred to my family. When this team plays I drop everything and focus on it. But all the effort I put in does not seem to benefit me.
Makhosi amahle kwenze njani?
From now on, when Chiefs play in the evening, I will eat before the start of the game so that I do not lose my appetite, irrespective of the outcome.
I don’t know who to blame at Phefeni, but whatever is happening there hurts me.
