Reprimanded to be a Muhoroni Youth fan

Since their promotion to Kenya’s top flight football status slightly two years ago, Muhoroni Youth’s story has been that of a relegation dog fight characterized by questionable administration and an ever seeming absent fan base or for that matter a silent one. Well, two brothers- one of them Superfoota’s guest blogger today have decided to be the light that shines in the midst of all the confusion. Spreading the Muhoroni Youth vibe on social media and in the stadiums each match day- here is a beautiful account of how football is seen from the eyes of two Muhoroni Youth diehards. Ladies and gentlemen- @ZaxOguda,

Enjoy!

Muhoroni Youth Football Club,

Muhoroni Youth Football Club, image via (www.goal.com)

My brother @gabrieloguda, has never thought of betraying his roots any day but the last time I talked to him over the phone, he seemed a worried man as even as the new season fast approaches. We’ve been on the forefront (and we still are) in rooting for our home club since they made their KPL debut two years ago. ‘Why us?’ seems to be the question lingering across my brothers mind. Why only the two of us among the thousands around the Muhoroni community, too vocal on the club? Where are the others?

It’s my firm belief that each football club has a unique character. Whether that character is developed as a result of club players, owners and fans, or exists merely as a prerequisite of their geographical position, what I’m not sure about though is the truth that lies in between the two camps. Just like restaurants, pubs and theatres; football clubs are social hubs. Their existence feeds a hungry majority, and as such their primary ambition is to serve their society.

 
Amidst the endless sea of filth and fortune, however, exists one tiny spec of light- that is Muhoroni Youth FC (please don’t be misled by my metaphoric use of the word light). If it was that serious- allowing me use Gor Mahia as an example of a community owned club. What I am actually talking about is ‘vibe’. If you are a young and happy fan like me, you’ll find this word familiar. If you are elderly and have already fallen behind, kindly exit the internet-it is not meant for you.

 
Our allegiance in the country’s top flight soccer has been ridiculed by many of our friends. Pundits as well as oppossers have always magnified the negative state of our management and the condition of our facilities (even those who have no official home ground) and most have imagined how the Muhoroni stadium is always thronged by their faithful fans when clubs visits. You know what, it just struck me and in these conditions- I’ll never meet these ‘faithful’s’ across our streets when we vroom past home.

 
Building upon this bewildering discovery, I decided to investigate on how many fans made the trip away from home last season in the hope of finding some sort of correlation and was like, where are all the Muhoroni fans? Or was it possible that Muhoroni Youth had no real fans? Or perhaps under some swift and complex turn of events I have never crossed paths on these streets with a real sugar belt fan? As you can imagine at this point I started to think my brother and I were alone in this.

 
Jean Paul Sartre as the first academic or philosopher to actively accept the label of existentialism was a staunch believer of the idea that “existence precedes essence”. The Godless Frenchman vehemently opposed the idea of pre-existing truth or essence being found in aspects of our materialistic world (that’s History). Was it possible, therefore, that by this vein of thinking – I’d never meet a Muhoroni fan because all our fans refuse to announce themselves as overtaken by materialistic enterprises?

Makes sense, doesn’t it? Just look at how the whole club is run. Muhoroni away from home is just a nice day out. You can enjoy your day without getting worried of anything. When they win, the atmosphere is just nice and lazy. When they lose; those who care, get worried or threaten ‘suicide’ are just a few. It’s so bad, even the club top brass don’t seem to care anymore.

Countlessly making public comments and decisions that show they are not there for the game, allow me mention (storming into offices to demand for match bonuses to playing home matches away from home) as viable examples.

Even the term ‘relegation’ doesn’t seem to apply to Muhoroni not because they couldn’t get relegated but simply because it doesn’t appear to exist as a threat, more just an apathetic possibility. The club is inundated with a staff with no idea of how the game is played. They live in the dark and suddenly I think using the words ‘don’t care’ doesn’t best explain the situation.

The reality is that at Muhoroni, existence does precede essence. There is no real reason for anyone ever being there, but since they are, they might as well have a nice time. Muhoroni fans would never associate themselves instinctively or actively with a football club. The club is not inherently part of them and as such, they would never attempt to define themselves nor it as an identification tool or vice versa. Disappointing as it may be; my brother and I are fighting to change!

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