Excerpt from Untitled South Africa Book

Weighted down by the full mass of monotony I sat, emotionally hunched over and exhausted. I had to escape. I had to find certainty of the fact that I was not destined to endure this forever. There was a longing deep within my core, yearning for the epic. There was something summoning me. Something or someone was assuring me that what I was about to do, though I be discouraged and criticized, was the right choice. I had a growing faith that an opportunity was coming and, if I took it, I was surely in store for the amazing.

This was my way out. My escape took shape before my eyes in the form of a soccer tournament. A soccer tournament that, despite occurring every four years, was the first of it’s kind. This was history in the making.

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This would be my adventure. It would be the catalyst that would set me free. And I, not entirely ignorant to the gravity of it all, was prepared. I had foreseen some small scale model of the purpose this tournament would serve in my life. I had already considered long ago, if only briefly, making an escape to the wild host nation of this tournament. I knew there would be so much against me, the unknown and unexpected culprits would seek to crush my ambitions. I needed to take action quickly and without uncertainty.

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In order to solidify my place in this destiny I had to move in silky spontaneity. Finding encouragement in those supporting me. It would be with the twitch of a trigger finger that the decision was made. I had less than one year to save up and prepare for the 2010 FIFA World Cup in South Africa.