Today's MOON post is about Gor and AFC. Our gods are happy.

Oh what a spectacle it was! May tonights moon heal the small wounds caused.

If my father knows that I attended todays match he will be harsh on me via the phone. Do not tell him please. He was once a victim of rowdiness in his youth with his love for this historical counter. He lives to warn. I live to challenge.

The gate was broken and we ran in as fast as possible. The organisers (capitalists) are yet to learn how to control (society) crowds. Dancers and their drums and percussions entered in one step before another. The fans were as brothers and in-laws as they have always - a hen and a fish raised in the slow historical dance.

The sun was shining on my left cheek as I sat beside a Gor Mahia fan who had sold his ticket after it was not checked. I sat looking where the moon was in the bright sky. It had changed position- or was in a foreign place?  He had bought a ticket for 200 and the price was a half spent more. Odhiambo chose the neutral point in readiness for anything. I was in green because I have always been with Odhiambo in the pitch- he can't sit away from me. I love both side.

Odhiambo said that civilisation ran as per the sitting arrangement. VIP were more civilised and as the half circle grew so did civilisation reduce. AFC and Gor  rowdy fans sat against each other directly opposite the VIP so that they could also face the field rectangularly. That meant that if I were to spot a congenial on the other side I was to look straight across the field- diametre.

AFC fans threw bottles and stones in the field just a moment before half-time. I do not know why. There was also heated psyche where the two rowdy fans sat. They never seemed settled. Earlier on in the day GSU officers had battled with some in town. It was their true-worship day. A day when people bow before white gods.

A balloon- probably a condom- blew overhead and was taken by the wind far off. The moon was growing brighter. As the half-time whistle blew all eyes were turned to the comedy site- in-laws were doing what they best do.

I would say that the throwing of the stones and utterance of insults is not rooted in any hatred. Politically the two communities move along well. My prophetic eye tells me that if we continue tribalism politics in Kenya the two communities will have gathered for a similar function before the gates will be closed and our names witten in History. Economically they intermarry without a second thought. The fact that they are 'foreign' in the city living in similar needs joins them even more. It is my desire to marry a luo beautiful woman.

Not even when the second half started that the two groups settled as I thought they could concentrate. As Gor zoomed themselves into the AFC's zone, they also came back to their side whan the wave shifted. It was like a game; follow-me-this-way-but-when-I-turn-run-that-way. There was a ganja man who took your note, put your cigar in his mouth and puffed in as he lit it before giving you the thing and knocking a hi-five. The die-hard fans seem to have been good promoters. We passively took it in.

Twice did the police step in. But a social issue is not solved by a foreigner.AFC fans crossed their hands severally in the air to indicate peace and surrender. Hardly had they come close that they exchanged throws- trust was on trial and wherever the stones and plastics supply came from I do not know. But once they are around they can't be exhausted because they are recycled- throw, I throw back, you throw back.

Sitting in tension as the game continued- for they had to recharge- shouts could occur to any misdoing from the 'others'. Fans want to be the jugdes. In fact at the coming into the field each side was confident of a win and maybe a 0-0 draw. Not a lose! Where will they take the shame? Defeated by in-laws? No way. We can only gain as they gain and lose as they lose. 

AFC defender Jackson Sale missed the ball by the head and as he hurried to own it he extended his left hand and alas! Hand to ball in eighteen! It did not wait for the referee to reach the penalt spot that items from wherever ceased from being thrown to K'ogalo fans that they were directed to the field. It goes without saying that even if a player touches the ball knowingly of the two teams there should be no penalts. Officials and attendants ran in to collect the pollution and keep it off for the security of players. 

Moments passed. Discontention spread from the uncivilised world to the civilised. Everyone was charged. Some Gor fans thought that their numbers could drive out all AFC fans and continue with the match. Those who spoke that are children of yesterday. The management was unsettled and gossipping reporters has more than they could quickly put on TV when the sun will have left authority to the moon.

As if the AFC god knew about the incident, it happened on the side of AFC where the goal post was. Perfect. A panalt could not be kicked from the opposite goal! Beautiful thoughts. They were with all necessary chances to prevent any balling from there. And they managed! In that small number of die-hards, they threw tear gas cansters back to the field with an admirable courage. In a battle, it does not matter the number- it is the spirit. I enjoyed the moment and sometimes felt like exchanging sides to help kins in the slowing down of the match. I crown the last man who could not be stopped by anything but to purpose to the end- traditions can be risky. I crossed fingures that no one was hurt and the game never continued. The moments and thoughts were intrinsic- walking out without a winner and a loser but waiting to flood another match for a similar active audience.

I dedicate this post to married women whom the moon shines for; whose husbands came in tired and needy of their soft hands as they rest from a well done mission. They are the venus that is not now in the sky to shine with the moon. I miss madam venus.

Next time Gor Mahia women will attend to their men for they will not allow a defeat. We are all anxious for the time.