The long-standing veteran says adios to his career in the super sport. Oh, the world media goes to town highlighting the fellow’s past feats. Yet the younger ones in the super sport team are murmuring something else about his retirement. “Budu ammo machang, what a relief! He was giving us a hell of a time,” one is heard saying. “Come and worship the new select panel for making that happen,” the other says. “Rather than making things, what he did was breaking things, including our teamwork,” the third one replies.
JP bought bread from my boutique
Young JP breaks into the scene, out of the blues, in a candy super sport match. JP does well and wins the match for his team. Now, media flocks into JP’s village and meets his supporters asking them who actually first found this JP. It’s me. No me. No me. A fight erupts. Then comes the last one who says: JP bought bread every morning from my boutique. He played so well by eating those breads. Therefore it’s me who made him.” Ayyo, what have I done? JP tells himself.
More on JPs, PJs, and now PJKs. Never get confused! This is about the white-ball dasher in the super sport. Wow! The fellow is now going to lead the super sport team. Who is pushing him for the new place? Not any cows or horses… but colts. Whoever though what these colts are doing is always right? No. They too have their own plans in this mammalian race, a voice was heard uttering to an ear closer to him at a place called Maitland Place.
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