The Beautiful Game
As we walk over a make shift bridge to the Maramba flood grounds, the air is filled with the sound of shrill whistles and Nyanja (a local dialect) being barked by men and children alike. It is mid afternoon in Maramba township, and the sun is in full force, bearing down on the moist dirt, wet from recent rain. From an outsiders perspective, the following scene is that of a pickup soccer match, akin to street basketball courts littered across America. However this false perception is soon to be shattered.
The Maramba grounds, settled between a local high school and small river that grows...