All my life, I have been a lover of football. There is this thing in
me that is always after the round leather. I often say, when I turn 70, I
bet I’d still be playing with my grandchildren. Rewind back to
secondary school days. I had just started to settle into my new school
and started playing soccer with the boys. They all felt I was no good at
the game so every single time we’re out playing, they’d ask me to stay
in the goal. Back then, the people who were regarded as no good at the
game play goalkeepers.
Whenever we’re about playing, we’d be ask to create a pool for
selection in the middle for two self-nominated captains to choose from. I
was never chosen into any of the teams; even the subsequent sets. I was
always amongst the last 2 or 3, which automatically means I have to
stay in goal. I excelled as a goal keeper; as I could still recollect
making some brilliant saves. However, my desire was to be amongst the
dribblers and shooters of the game. I was always seduced by their
manoeuvres on the ball and the swagger with which they carry themselves
on the field. They were often the cynosure for the girls. No one sees
the goalkeeper except for that one time you make a brilliant save and
all you get is a round of applause! You’re lucky if you get a round of
it.
A day came, I got angry! Not actually angry as in wrath, but I made
up my mind, “I was made for the in-field, not between the poles”. I can
do just exactly (if not better than) what you guys do. I can dribble
too. I can pass too. I can shoot as well.
I don’t care if I am amongst the last three in the pool today, I still
object to being a goal keeper. It took me days of not being selected but
I was never ready to quit on my decision. Somehow, one day, my chance
came! Some kind friend selected me into his team and the rest, as they
say, is history. I established myself as a ‘Ronaldo’. My tricks and
flicks didn’t go unnoticed and did I hear you ask about ‘the girls’;
they saw me too! *laughs*
My point is, it is your responsibility to reject every label your
peers, the society, the economy, your current job, your colour (fellow
black people), and your suburb has assigned you. If you don’t get angry,
you will remain a victim. Listen, if you don’t change, things will
continue to change and you’ll be missing out. Change is constant but to
benefit from it, you’ve got to be ready for it. You’ve got to make it
count! You’ve got to welcome it! You’ve got to pioneer it! It is your
responsibility! Follow your desires; chase your goals, soar towards your
dreams; refuse to be a victim of stereotypical identity. History has
the account of those who stood their grounds to reject the stereotypes
societies have labeled them with. Do I need to remind you that they
made it? Do you want me to do another post to recount their excellence?
What are you waiting for? It is your responsibility! Get angry! Stand
your ground! Reject that label! Refuse it NOW!!! Remember, what you
don’t reject, you automatically accept!
Go and make history!
NOTE: This post was written originally for Nuggets for Nobles (Sir Segun Akiode), a wonderful brother and friend. We both did "The shoulder's of giants" Collabo together last year. Please, take a few minutes to check him out here
NOTE: This post was written originally for Nuggets for Nobles (Sir Segun Akiode), a wonderful brother and friend. We both did "The shoulder's of giants" Collabo together last year. Please, take a few minutes to check him out here
- Le Dynamique Professeur


