Rise of a Football God

While the whole of England was still held in a fever pitch state due to the conclusion of the EFL Cup, focusing on his incredible performance, Sam enjoyed quality family time after returning to the hotel.

That night, Mrs. Moses was very active, leading the celebrations as the whole family celebrated Sam's first trophy in England.

And of course, trust his mom, she prayed over his head, making sure that no evil power could stop his trend of success.

"My son, you shall win many more trophies".

Silence.

"My son, you shall win many more trophies".

Silence.

Bonk!

She hit Sam on the forehead and when he stared at her in grievance, she glared at her son. "What are you doing? You say Amen when I pray over you".

Sam sighed. "Ok mom".

"My son, you shall win many more trophies".

"Amen".

"No weapon fashioned against you shall prosper".

"…"

"Say amen!"

"Amen".

"Good," she nodded, satisfied. "Where your enemies say you will fall, that is where you shall rise and get to your peak".

"Amen".

"No witches and wizards can get to you. My son, you are protected".

"Amen".

"You are loved".

"Amen".

"You shall become the best player in your team".

"Amen".

"You shall win the…," she paused, throwing a quick glance at her husband who quickly understood, whispering a few words to her.

She smiled, focusing back on her prayer. "Sam, you shall win the balloon don".

"Mom, it's not balloon!"

"Shut up and say amen".

Sam sighed; he could only put up with it. "Amen". He said.

"Tomorrow, when we leave, we shall experience journey mercies back to Nigeria".

"Amen".

"There shall be no accident".

"Amen".

Thinking of something, she added with even more energy. "And none of these evil girls in England will ever catch your eye, God forbid!"

Sam sighed. "Amen".

"You shall marry a good wife in due time and have a good family".

"Amen".

Satisfied now, Mrs. Moses finally ended her prayer, dragging her son up as she hugged him with joy written all over her face.

She was not yet done though.

When Sam thought he was finally free, his mom dragged him out of the hotel room to the corridor where she engaged him in a conversation.

"Son, tell me the truth, do you have a girlfriend?"

That came out of nowhere.

"…" Sam was speechless.

She smiled at him. "Come on, we know these things, I was a young girl too. Don't tell me none of the girls here in England are throwing themselves at you yet, and you know, it's normal, you're a fine boy".

"Just tell me the truth, I won't be mad".

Sam stared at his mom, thoroughly speechless. "Mom, I don't have a girlfriend".

She smiled knowingly. "Is she not here in England?"

"Mom!"

"Oh! Did you leave her back in Nigeria?"

"…"

"Is it Amaka?"

"Oh wait, is it Sarah, that girl from your secondary school?"

"Mom!"

"Or is it Amanda, the landlord's daughter?"

"Ah!" She gasped, pointing a finger at her son like she finally figured it out. "It's Blessing! It's her. That girl from your pharmacy shop then, the one with the very big ass, it's her right?"

Now, Sam was just frustrated and embarrassed. "Mom…!"

She chuckled on seeing his reaction, patting him on the back to appease him but then she stared at him suspiciously again. "You really don't have a girlfriend?"

"No mom, I don't, I don't have any girl in my life apart from you and Sophia".

She stared at her son, then she smirked. "Oh, is her name Sophia?"

Sam sighed in frustration. "No! Mom…!"

"Ok, ok, don't raise your voice, this is England you know," she peeked around. "But you really don't have a girlfriend?"

"I don't mom".

"That's good," she patted his back in approval. "You don't need a girlfriend now, now's the time to focus on your football and your career".

"My son, women are dangerous".

"I'm a woman so take it from me. If you let the wrong woman into your life, she can easily scatter everything you've built and ruin your life".

"Normally, I would say I want to look for a girlfriend for you but no," she shook her head. "Even I don't trust the girls I know; this is something and a journey you'll have to embark on by yourself".

"When you find the right woman, you will know".

"Don't rush it, trust me, it's best for you and your career".

Sam stared at his mom, then he nodded. "Yes mom, I understand".

"Good," she nodded, satisfied. She peeked around again before speaking. "I'm telling you all this because Mrs. David, our neighbor told me of what her husband told her about footballers playing in Europe".

She stared at her son with intensity. "She said when players start getting fame in Europe, all the whores in the world will starting coming after you".

"They don't love you son; they just want your money and your fame".

Her eyes widened as if she remembered something. "She even said they go as far as sending their naked pictures and videos". Her eyes widened in horror. "God forbid, not my son!"

Sam chuckled on seeing his mom's reaction. "I know all these things mom, it's actually normal here in Europe".

"Let it not be normal for you oh!" She said loudly.

"I know," he chuckled again. "Don't worry mom, I promise you, when I finally meet a girl that I love, you'll be the first person to know".

"Promise?"

"Promise". Sam nodded resolutely.

And with that, Mrs. Moses was finally fully satisfied. They went back into the hotel room as they ate to their fill, continuing the celebration of Sam's first trophy in England.

Sam already paid for 2 more rooms for his sister and mom in the hotel. After the celebrations in his room, his dad and mom finally retreated to their room, while his still very much excited sister retreated to her room too.

That night, lying down alone on his bed, Sam sighed contentedly.

His life and career were going just the way he wanted it to go.

'I hope it doesn't change'. He thought as he started feeling sleepy.

He didn't sleep yet though. With everybody gone and with him alone in his room, he finally paid attention to his system again, specifically notifications that he had ignored since.

His rewards for completing his season system quest ahead of time.