I have met Victor Wanyama.
I have even shaken his hand.
But chances are, he doesn’t even know I exist.
I will let him shine.
And you thought you were going to escape without hearing the story of the day I met Wanyama, and shook his hand.
Tough luck, my friends.
It was one bright and sunny morning [around 1100hrs], and I was going about my usual business along Ngong Road, when I happened to chance upon two state of the art vehicles pulling up outside the Ligi Ndogo grounds. Curiosity dictated that I stop a few yards back and watch.
From the first car, out stepped a lanky fellow with a rather familiar hair-cut, and trousers suspended inches below the gluteal line.
It was Thomas Hesky Wanyama.
Now, I know for a fact that our good Sofapaka boy Hesky does not earn as much to afford an entourage of top-of-the-range machines- So, please pardon me for not according him enough attention.
MFK Ruzomberok’s Patrick Oboya also emerged from the first vehicle; and before I could have my aha! moment, Wanyama rose up from the other.
It later came to my knowledge that the duo [I hope you understand why I can’t count Hesky and the other six guys] was in the area to meet players of Division One side Kibera Celtic.
Over the years, I have learnt that you can easily gain access to any place you feel like, as long as you act like you belong there.
And that is exactly what I did.
I walked over to Oboya, chin held up, and greeted him like we go a very long way-He is a bubbly young guy and I knew he would be the safer candidate to try my antics on.
He clearly did not recognize me, but played along long enough for me to introduce myself to the future First Kenyan to Score in the Champions League [qualifiers or not].
So, fellow countrymen feel free to worship the man who shook hands with the First Kenyan to Score in the Champions League-qualifiers or not- Me!