Driftwood sevens

the final tour for many people.

The big one. The last tournament in the circuit. The penultimate decider of the champions, the mother of tours and the biggest dent in the wallet. Not to be missed. With the breaking away of the unhappy rugby players from MSC to form the Mombasa Spartans (like they couldn’t find a better name), Mombasa RFC are attempting to assemble a patchy team so that they can be allowed to host the tournament as this is an obvious prerequisite to having your own tournament. But this should not deter you from attending. As the action will be non-stop. The crowning of the champions will be done on the island and song and dance will be the order of the day as sorrows are drowned and kings are crowned.


Mwamba only needed to get the quarter finals and with the fantastic four preparing for Delhi, it was gonna be steep, but not impossible. so instead, We'll start from when I was pandaing Modern Coast Bus in Nairobi and all buses were fully booked and we had to sit in the last row. Where the bus hits a pothole and you get thrown into the air like your on a see-saw. Somehow, I spent the entire trip asleep while Bobby was busy counting the number of potholes on Msa road. Bwana PS of Roads, Bobby says his survey shows 38 serious potholes between the two Cities. With the levels of corruption and inefficiency, it will take 16 chinese and a million black men (and a special budget of 1 billion) to fix those 38 holes.


we arrived Mombasa at 5 am and slowly made our way to Jundani hotel where we pleaded with the somali to give us a room to shower and freshen up for an hour for kidogo chumz. 'BLIZ dont take long, My bhoss will gam early" he pleaded with us. 


so a quick shower and breakfast of mahamri and chai choma on the streets gives us enough energy to tackle a fun filled saturday. In we walk into MSC and with our muscular build and arrogant swagger, the watchies salute and quickly usher us in without asking any questions. (ok, perhaps i had more of the arrogant swagger than the muscular build). but bado njiliingia bure.


at the pitch was the complete array of fun and games.. and this is not including the rugby going on. the excited msa teenagers were already at the bottom of their first vodo. and it was only 10 am. the refs were fighting with some strange revellers over a tent. The union guys wanted to sit near the halfline but some rowdy guys had already taken charge of the area and mike mwanja was trying to look serious and chase them away. Mike, poor planning on your part cant be a ticket to harrass kenyans who have come to watch rugby. 


The VIP tent had so called important people but noticably, it had Big Ted. The guy had jazad the tent mpaka the guys huko nyuma had to sit on stools to see above him. and alipatiwa kiti ya chuma from the main club coz the plastic chairs had a technical hitch. I think it may be that they are unable to hold anything heavier than a rhino.


Nondies fielded one of their best teams of the circuit and got further then they were used to. kudos to the lions. Sevens was not meant for everyone. Bobby six (flanker) killer was forced to watch from the sidelines due to a broken finger. (maybe Big Ted sat on it?).  


Homeboys came with an ice bath also. Though I don't understand why it was very similar to a large blue bucket from Roto Moulders.  Perhaps its a new state of the art cooling system that was made in Industrial area. Anyway, they got the concept and that's what matters. Cool your players to save energy. 




Now on to the bigger game... !5s rugby