Was there a war?

Big Brother 2004 (UK)

Once upon a time in suburban bliss village there lived two middle-aged women who had interesting personalities. The two women were known as Mrs Zipora and Mrs Big Brother. Mrs Zipora, a calm and cagey person. Mrs Big Brother an observant, wild at heart and interested in other’s people activities. On this day, Mrs Big Brother had noticed a male visitor entering Mrs Zipora’s house. She also recognised the face and that he was a local pastor from a nearby church. Mrs Big Brother waited patiently as she peeped through from her first floor bedroom window. At the background of her house was a green tall hedge giving a good cover that nobody would have noticed her.  She smiled at the thought and carried on with her mission. She stood for a long time, an hour had passed away but she did not see the pastor coming out of the house. She wondered why it had taken so long for him to leave her neighbour’s house. “Was something missing?” she struggled with her mind. Thirty minutes later, then she saw the pastor leaving as he drove his car away.

Mrs Big Brother rushed down her stairs and exited her house as her fast moving legs led her to Mrs Zipora’s house, whom she found still standing at her doorstep as she watched the pastor’s car vanished from a distance and smiled. Mrs Zipora was surprised to see Mrs Big Brother standing next to her and she had not seen how she came about to her house. The two ladies stared at each other as they weighed their thoughts inwardly. Mrs Big Brother forced a cough and hesitated to start a conversation but in the end she realised she had no option but to ask the very question she wanted to know.

“Eeer…eerh”, she stammered as she began the conversation. “ I saw a pastor coming out of your house,” Mrs Big Brother spoke as her eyes remained fixed on her neighbour, Mrs Zipora. “Is someone ill in your house?” she asked with a soliciting tone. This kind of ferreting infuriated her neighbour, Mrs Zipora, who was now determined to fire back.

“What’s wrong with you woman?” Mrs Zipora hissed back and fiercely looked to her opponent. “Yesterday,” she continued. “I saw a soldier coming out of your house,” Mrs Zipora said as her shivering finger pointed at Mrs Big Brother’s house as she failed to control her flared temper. “Tell me now, Mrs Big Brother, was there a war in your house?”

“All Van Persie,” A song of Jubilation and Victory from all the way Southampton to Manchester sang by Manchester United fans.

Robin van Persie

Robin van Persie 

We had driven an estimate of more than two hundred miles from Southampton heading to Manchester. My friends and I had decided to take a break and stopped on one of the service stations along the motorway. We were both coming from Isle of Wight where we had visited some close relatives who were involved in a car accident in Zimbabwe, and miraculously all the six passengers including a six months old baby survived the accident with minor scratches with the exception of the mother of the baby who suffered from severe broken left leg, her right feet cracked underneath and the ankles twisted. Her situation forced her to depend on other people and so in the end we decided to take the baby away from her for a while so that she could recover with less stress.

It was on the previous weekend and on a Sunday night we were on our way back. Having stopped at the service station we decided to go for KFC food, it was good for family size portions and reasonably cheap. As we found ourselves standing behind the counter, a group three young white lads saw us and between us they saw their rival exposed by his Manchester city attire, which he had worn that day as we travelled back to Manchester. They came to us and sang in front of him. “All Van Persie,” they sang for a while and stopped as they ordered their food. We took our order and went and sat down. Whilst in the middle of eating our KFC food, we heard a roar of sound that covered the KFC building, all the diners were now singing: “All Van Persie”. They sang for a good one solid minute. It was then we realised that the entire service station was flooded with Manchester United fans of all ages, the young ones and the adults. Little did we know that we had travelled on the same boat with the Manchester United supporters or royalists from Southampton heading to north west direction?

“Why are they singing about Van Persie?” I asked my uncle the Manchester United rival who was sitting opposite to me with the interest. “It is because he scored all three goals for Manchester United.” he answered and “also sending a message to me as their rival that they have won the game,” he added as his eyes scanned around the Manchester United fans.

I felt the coldness and a pang of jealous for Manchester United. Van Persie was one of our footballer legends in Arsenal team.  His move to Manchester United left a big vacuum and it is irreplaceable for our team. I do understand these were last minutes for the Arsenal team to make an important decision and get something useful by selling him to Manchester United. If things were reversible I would have wanted Van Persie back to our team. He is the one of the greatest footballers in the world. In the end I ended up singing: All Van Persie, and my uncle the rival for Manchester United thought I was singing to annoy him like the Manchester United fans. “Nada,” I said to him in Portuguese language and shook my head in denial. I was singing for the joy. “All Van Persie.” Van Persie had made himself proud to be who he is, a star that shines among stars.