The Diary Game [11/01/2026] // A Sunday of Worship, Family, and Football.

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Sunday in Cameroon always carries a special kind of calm, mixed with expectation. The streets wake up slower than usual, but everywhere you look there is movement toward church, pressed clothes, polished shoes, Bibles tucked under arms, and the distant sound of hymns floating through the air. Today was no different, except that my Sunday took a turn I had not planned.

A friend had invited me earlier in the week to attend his church for the Feast of the Holy Spirit. At first, I had no intention of going and I told myself I needed rest, and the children also seemed tired from the busy week. But as Sunday morning unfolded, something shifted inside me. Maybe it was the sound of church bells, or maybe it was just that quiet inner voice that nudges you when you least expect it. Suddenly, I decided we would go after all and quickly made preparations.

The house burst into activity as I rushed into the kitchen to prepare the kids’ breakfast, potato chips and omelette, simple but filling. While the oil sizzled, I was already planning the next steps. Baths had to be done, clothes selected, hair brushed, and shoes found. It felt like a race against time, but somehow we managed. Within a short while, the children were dressed up, looking bright and excited, and we were on our way.

Unfortunately, we arrived at the church a bit late. The Feast of the Holy Spirit had drawn a large crowd, and the church was completely full. There was no space inside, so we had to sit outside. From where we sat, the sermon was faint, broken by noise from the road and restless children. The sun was hot, the benches uncomfortable, and my mind kept drifting. Instead of feeling spiritually uplifted, I felt disconnected and bored. After struggling for a while, I made the decision to return home.

^{Seated outside the church hall.}

Back at home, the atmosphere was calmer. I rested for a short while, letting my body recover from the rushed morning. Then I moved into the kitchen again, this time to prepare dinner. As I cooked, the television kept me company with the FA Cup match between Arsenal and Portsmouth. It turned out to be a very interesting game. Arsenal played with confidence and dominance, eventually triumphing with a convincing 4–1 victory. Watching the goals lifted my mood and made the cooking feel less like a chore.

The evening quickly turned into a full soccer evening. Next was the match between Manchester United and Brighton. To my surprise, and to the shock of many fans, Manchester United suffered a humiliating defeat at home. It was one of those results that sparks endless debates and laughter, depending on which side you support.

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The night was crowned with the Spanish Super Cup final between Barcelona and Real Madrid. This match carried extra tension, as these two teams never disappoint. I was firmly rooting for Barcelona, and thankfully, my hopes came true. Barcelona triumphed 3–2 in a thrilling encounter. I was genuinely excited, not just because of the win, but because it meant the neighbourhood would be quiet. Madrid fans around here are famously noisy when they win.

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As I settled into the calm of the night, I reflected on the day, its rushed beginning, its spiritual intentions, its unexpected boredom, and its joyful football-filled ending. Sunday did not go exactly as planned, but it still offered rest, reflection, and a bit of happiness.

Until my next diary, I wish you all a bright new week, full of energy, peace, and good moments to look forward to.