My Olympic Story – The conclusion. Why it had to happen.

My climb to the rooftop of Mount Olympus in Greece in 1976 was a divinely scripted and unforgettable experience.

45 years after, it’s significance is now becoming manifest. In my limited  (unsubstantiable) understanding the Universe should know the end of an event, or act, even before it starts, confirming the revelation in the book written by Jewish prophet, Jeremiah: “I knew you even before you were born”.

I now realise that my visit to Mount Olympus in 1976 is related to the events of the 1980 Moscow Olympics, which are now related to the event in Abuja, last week.

Throughout my early years as a teenager the thought of the possibility of becoming an Olympian did not exist. Now, I believe that the Universe knew even before I was born. So, everything around me had to be a part of the grand arrangement to make sure things fell into place like a jigsaw puzzle, and I joined the exclusive club of  Olympians.  The original 12 lived on Mount Olympus!!

This is how the plan was hatched:
After the Olympic boycott of 1976 (from last week’s article), my dream of a second chance at participating at any future games evaporated completely.

Then came a most inexplicable journey to North Africa that needed for us to head for Europe first in order to connect a flight back to Africa. That was the norm in ‘those days’.

But why connect through Greece, of all places in Europe? Why visit Mount Olympus during a 2-days transit only?

I can never know, of course, but I am free to believe that it was a ‘conspiracy’ of all the elements, after all, I have always silently believed in my heart that every individual act in the universe creates a ripple-like effect that affects every other being in different ways, but according to their nature and distance. It has to be so if everything is connected to one another, and that we are indeed ONE with the Universe, in an established order of things put in place by the Ultimate Creator at the dawn of time.

Thats the only way I can understand the connection between the most recent event in Abuja and 45 years after the unrelated events of1976 that I wrote about last week. I can see clearly now their connectivity and how life has played out.

I grew up in Jos, the city that produced several super star players in my youth that were very famous in the country. They  included student footballers that went on to represent the country. I wanted to be like Samuel Garba, the most popular of them. I knew personally in our neighbourhood.
The others, also from Jos and known to me personally, were Peter Ànieke, Tony Igwe, and Ismaila Mabo. They were all part of the Green Eagles that qualified for the 1968 Olympics. That feat shattered the myth for me that only gods went to the Olympics.

In 1976, from the blues, an opportunity came my way and with a little bit of hard work and dedication I found myself, heading for the Olympic games. It was like a dream I would soon wake up from but did not.
Then, like a bolt of lightning, 6 hours to the manifestation of the dream, everything was shattered by political decisions that I had nothing to do with.
In my disappointment of that lost opportunity, from the blues again, I found myself in Greece, on Mount Olympus. At the apex of this mountain was a temple. Tourists went inside the temple to see its magnificence and beauty. For me and my colleagues in the Shooting Stars FC, it was a place and an opportunity to pray to our God for support and divine favour in our crucial 1st leg semi-final match against Zamalek FC of Egypt, in Cairo.
So, I went into the temple, and found a priest, his crucible of burning incense bellowing smoke. He was chanting in inaudible mutters.
A lit candle in my hand,  I moved to a corner in the church to say my own prayers – to find favour in Egypt and to become an Olympian.
By the time we left the mountain and Greece, and landed in Egypt for our match against Zamalek I had forgotten completely about the details of my prayers. We eventually lost the match in Cairo, but recovered magically during the second leg in Ibadan and won it in a famous encounter that reverberated across the country, at the time. By this time, I had completely forgotten about Mount Olympus and my second prayer.

That year and for the next 5 years, my life took on a new turn, all shaped by footbàll:
We won the African Cup winners Cup that year; I played a very major part in that historic success; Late Moses Otolorin and ended up as joint top scorers for our club as we marched on to win and become the first Nigerian club to win a continental Club football trophy in Africa.

In 1976, I returned fully to the national team and became its highest goalscorer for a stretch that lasted 5 years. In that period, three times I was a nominee for Africa’s Best Player award. I came very close to winning it twice, in third and second positions. I became a famous player all over the African continent, attending the AFCON twice in 1978 and 1980.
In 1980, we achieved our greatest success. I was a major actor in winning the AFCON that year and Nigeria ended the decade as champions of Africa.

For 4 years, everything had worked beautifully for me. It was in the midst of the Nations Cup celebrations that we were summoned back to the national team. There was an invitation by the government of the USSR for additional sports teams to attend the Olympic Games even without playing any preliminary matches and qualifying on performance. It was the first time in our history that such a thing would take place  – a free ticket to the Olympics. .

We were unprepared for these Olympics. This was happening unsolicited and unearned at the last minutes of the start of the 1980 Olympics. Here we were, sacked without notice in 1976 with our dreams in tatters, followed by a new opportunity restored in 1980, also at the last minute, totally unearned, and unexpected.

The national team was hurriedly recalled from our holidays, put in the same aircraft that took us out of Montreal in 1976, a brand new national carrier, a DC 10 plane, and flown for little preparation in Europe enroute Moscow for the Olympic Games.

It was a restoration of significant spiritual dimension for those that could discern at the time.
I did not have the time to appreciate what had happened. I was celebrating my new found fame and fortune through football, too much than to discern its significance.
In addition, I was made found captain of the national football team as well as overall joint team captain of the Nigerian contingent to the Olympics – double honours.

I played my first and only Olympics match in St. Petersburg stadium, and registered my place in the annals of sporting history as an Olympian. It was a fulfilment of my humble request and prayer in 1976!

I never connected the dots of the  unrelated activities of 1976 and 1980 until last week in Abuja, when I joined the assembly of all Nigerian Olympians in history in a celebration of ourselves (since no-one would celebrate us). It all came together when I started to write my diary about how I became an Olympian.

The setting is too much to be considered as coincidences. Fate and faith are inextricably linked in a dance within the complex web of how dreams become reality in the Universe.

By the way, the World Olympians Association reminded me again last week that there is another icing on the cake of unlimited fortunes in my Olympics story.

I guided and supported 2 ‘condemned’ and ‘abandoned’ Nigerian girls to the 1996 Olympics. They came back from Atlanta with Nigeria’s first Gold medal in history, as well as a totally unexpected Silver medal.
Their story is a testimony that the Universe always has Jokers in its deck of cards, and plays them as it deems fit for it’s own pleasure, as the gods did according to Legend.

From last week, everywhere you see my name written with the words OLY scripted after it, know what it means – a universal elevation, a registration of a place amongst Olympians, from the time the Olympics started in the city of Olympia, till now.

I believe my business with the Olympics is not over yet. I don’t know what it is, but I relate it all to my Prayers said in a temple decades ago on Mount Olympus. I thank the Creator of the Universe for answering my prayers.

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3 Thoughts to “My Olympic Story – The conclusion. Why it had to happen.”

  1. Ayodele

    I bumped on your write-up through a WhatsApp group. I was deeply touched about your bible references, though uncited(Romans 8:28-30;Jeremaiah 1:5-8)

    Please, do read this book by Peter Tan – the spiritual world(e-book).

    Unknowingly perhaps, you beckoned us to a deep life-ocean!

    Yours is a predestinated journey! Don’t give up on Nigeria sports despite past hatred for your blunt truth.
    By the way, continue in your mentoring of the forgotten athletes and upcoming ones. As you know, power that be in Nigeria doesn’t recognise /appreciate /value heros but sycophants(Check national awards).
    You’ll end gloriously

  2. Otito

    It is a gooal Odegbami!!!!
    That was Ebenezer Obey back in the days.
    Congratulations to you sir. As you scored goals on the pitch, keep scoring outside the pitch.

  3. Segun Bolaji Lowo

    Wow!!! what an accomplishment? It is ironic that you mentioned that you had dreamt of being like Samuel Garba in Jos but, I must confess that you definitely surpassed his feat and in the same vein, people like me and several boys wanted to be like you. You have inspired a whole generation and this has trickled down to the way your children are inspiring the world today.
    I was in the U.K pre Covid and a friend took me to a cosmetic company that had collaborated with your daughter, Funmi. I remember your last game in the color of Shooting Stars at National Stadium while not forgetting an exhibition game you featured in at MKO Abiola Stadium in Ashero, Abeokuta, Ogun State. I witnessed it as I was attending the Ogun State Polythecnic at the time. The exhibition game was after you had hung your boot. Thank you Big Seg for inspiring a generation.

    Segun Bolaji Lowo
    San Francisco, California

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