Sylvester wakes up to the familiar chatter of children in the house and around the village. He knows it must be getting late and he really must hurry up and catch up with his friends. He hears a soft sigh next to him, and realises that his younger brother, Davis is still asleep. It had been hard to sleep last night: it had rained, and drops of water that filtered down through the holes in the roof of their one-roomed shack. They had to stay up and place pots to collect that precious water, so that they would be able to keep some for use for a few days. When the rain finally stopped, their mum managed to dry up the floor and lay their mat and they finally fell asleep, huddled close together to keep warm under their makeshift blanket.
Sylvester shook Davis and when he didn’t get a reaction, he whispered fiercely in his ear, “Sadili, utaachwa!” (Sadili, you will be left behind). Davis opened his eyes, and smiled with expectation.
They quickly rolled and shoved their mat under their mother’s bed, folded their blanket as best they could and balanced it on top of the stool near the bed, where it hung precariously on top of their school bags. Sylvester picked up a tin cup, dipped it in a bucket of water, while Davis carefully lights up their kerosene cooker in the corner of the room. They quickly heat up the water in the tin and add some tea leaves, and clean up around their dwelling as best they can. Their mum had as usual, left early to buy vegetables from the wholesale Gikomba market to sell in Kibera, and this meant that they would have to take care of themselves all day.
Sylvester dips a small cloth in a sup of water and proceeds to wipe himself, and his bother does the same. That’s all the cleaning they will get that day, water was too precious to waste, but they knew that once they got to Sadili, they would be checked for cleanliness before they could be allowed to join other children in playing. They dress up in their Sadili kit and, after carefully locking up the door, run down to the makeshift bridge where the rest of the gang are waiting impatiently.
This is going to be their style everyday this December holiday. Leaving early in the morning to get to the Sadili courts to practice tennis before everyone else gets there. This is often as early as 7 am. That way they get to play for at least two hours before they get to join other kids for group training for about one hour. There are often so many kids coming to learn tennis, that Sylvester and Davis cannot get enough time on the courts. On time, David counted about 63 children waiting to get on court. But the gang of friends have learned that the best way is to rush in any free time available, like when its a water break for another group, or between sessions, however short a time it is. In the afternoon, the big boys and girls play, and Sylvester and his friends love to sit on the side bench and watch, while his brother sometimes gets a chance to help the coach pick up the few balls to keep the session running. This group are called the “Otengas” (Eagles), and every little ten year old dreams of being one someday, because they get to travel and play tournaments, and some have even left to live in other countries. And they have their o
wn racquets, which they carry in big bags. Sylvester and his friends have now graduated from playing with plastic balls and wooden bats on dust, to sharing a couple of racquets on a court, but he often wishes that he could really get more time on court, so that he can practice more and play more. The other day, they were taken to a room and they got to watch other kids play a match. It was very exciting, but they also noticed that those kids were only a few on a court. At Sadili, if you play your best and perform well in school, you can get promoted to the next level. Everyone wants to go up, there are seven levels, and most of the gang are at level 3, apart from Sylvester, who is at level 4. He hopes that one Sadili will have many courts, and he would get to play as much as he wishes to, so that one day, he can also get to cross the city and see what the world looks like outside his little village.
But for now, he is happy that they all have somewhere they can play anytime they want, a safe space for kids, and that is always available at Sadili Oval.
By Dr Liz Odera





