The Bible commands clearly, in no uncertain terms, to “enjoy a woman all the days of your life of vanity”. My take on this overrated adventure of Cameroon women playing the manly game of soccer in Kanuckland is far from being ambivalent. First I have my reservations about football being played by nappy-haired or blondish females with glossy lips. Second, I do not really believe that women could ever play the beautiful game with a fair measure of panache, flair and technicity.
I could be wrong, granted. But I will stick to my guns. I do not believe that the Bible ever meant for us to enjoy them on a football pitch.
Still, the question has been bugging me all day: to watch or not to watch? Everybody around me has been heaping praise on these women. Prevailing rumour has it that they play a mean game of football, displaying scintillating skills and a lethal touch around the box. I am confused, as I promised here that I will never be caught dead watching women with make-up play this game.
Maybe I will watch, after all. I hear Ngo Ndom, Manie, Enganamouit, Ngono and the rest have become household names now and that the entire team has blossomed into bona fide footballers indeed. I have my doubts, of course, but what else is there to do late Saturday night in Tunis during Ramadan? Pity!
Léon Gwod
