If Arsenal can win this match, then I will have money to buy foodstuff for the house.
The garri from yesterday’s lunch is already long gone.
Honestly, this is more people than we think.
So many people are deeply invested in betting and online games that it no longer feels like entertainment. It feels like a cycle. Almost like an addiction. You are always praying to win, forgetting that the other person is praying just as hard. Two people asking God for the same outcome. So whose prayer will be granted?
You start negotiating with yourself.
One more game and I will eat.
One more game and I will stop.
One more game and I will save.
But it is never like that.
The fridge stays empty. Plates are scattered around, long discarded. Hunger becomes normal. Disorder becomes familiar. That is what betting does to you. It slowly rearranges your priorities until survival depends on the outcome of a match.
And when you finally win, you feel on top of the world. For a moment, everything feels possible. You feel responsible again. In control. You promise yourself you are done.
But barely thirty minutes later, the promise is gone. Another game begins. Another prayer goes up. And the same exhausting process starts all over again.