We plan, and Allah plans; for Allah is the Master Planner., says the Qur-aan! When I was growing up as a child, I was never the type that answered, Doctor, Lawyer, Engineer, Economist, Accountant, Auditor, Teacher, Nurse, Police........ to the question, What do you want to become in the future?! Each time this question was posed in class, I genuinely but excitedly repeatedly replied, I want to become an Abedi Pele, Maradona, Pele, etc. I had I an inexplicable measure of zest, zeal, appetite, love, passion, or should I say insatiable or non-negotiable taste for soccer? In my basic school days, I was very brilliant on the ball and was loved by not only my school mates, teachers, coaches....., but also soccer fans who witnessed me during the tricks on the pitch. Wowww!!! How could a passionate and desirous youn chap have known how good or brilliant he was if he had not been told? To me, I was just another player on the pitch but, each time I returned home from an inter-school or area soccer competition, my mother would usually smile and say, wowww, word has reached me that you trilled your fans today as you always...., so a new pant and a jersey await you. All these moments, I trained hard, played hard, prayed harder, that, a day shall come when people shall see me on international tv channels for soccer reasons. My hardwork earned me a registration to the Under 5 team of Real Republicans, the most successful football Club in Northern Ghana. There, I played with Michael Anaba, Mubarak Wakaso et al. How was this early but glittering career to end? Hmmm, 1998 came with her own nemesis! The dream got shutted during a training session for an inter-school competition, when I suffered a broken leg around my ankle. The tackle didnt seem that strong but hey, it was. This vicious visit of a bad omen came few days to my promotion at Colts (with Reps). My tears rolled as though they were rivers that had oceans as their tributories. I wept for weeks and still continue to weep today without tears. Having sat out a year or more on the sidelines, I finally returned with a long-standing injury which will hardly say bye. Joining the Under 8s to train, the emotional trauma burdened me beyond my ability to endure. Seeing my friends as my senior players did same all the more....and all of these and my fitness defined my form. I then had to settle for a place with Abdul Waris Ck et al, at a time they were better players than me. Incidentally, that was the year, the use of weight was introduced to register players at successive levels. With that, I was disqualified for Under 10 but was not also good and fit enough for Under 14. Frustration eventually insinuated her way into my affection..., and that was the way the cookie crumbled. A dream that was so golden was never to be realised, and thats how I said adios to my career in soccer. My heart will forever be with soccer, eventhough I have failed in my quest to seal the dream. Perhaps, Allah had His own plans - and those are the best for me! For we may plan, but He is the master planner!
Posted on: Sun, 17 Aug 2014 12:44:13 +0000
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