Ya, those ministry transfer announcements... here it means my sister’s school grant got stuck again last year. One signature, six months waiting. For them, a portfolio. For my village, another semester I pay from this stall.

Eh, regulars, you know my sister's school fees still hanging. This minister fellow talk big but her village school still no proper teacher—I see you all studying here, but some of us wait. When will the yellow reach everywhere, na?

Last evening, while my pork was slow-cooking, one regular boy—always in a yellow jersey—told me his father lost his job. But he still came to watch the match, because here, for two hours, everyone is equal. That is why yellow means something: not just a team, but a promise that a boy with empty pockets can still belong. The stadium lights don't care about your bank balance.