As the dust settled, the constant laughter faded and the field was no longer filled with a single one. Thirty minutes prior, adults and children alike enjoyed the world’s sport and the diversity of two very different languages. On that morning, there was only one language that mattered: play. A ball made of plastic bags tied with rope was the only equipment needed. The canopy of trees providing well-needed shade from the scorching African sun. The tree trunks acted as posts creating exceptionally wide goals. Shouts of “Goal” and “Golo” were understood as the same celebration of a great kick past the keeper. In the midst of this simple life where daily survival for self and family is one’s primary focus, a large munu learned that laughter and play are priceless.