There are only two times in my life that I’ve cried — when my mother left me, and when I received the news that I would be on the first-ever IOC Refugee Olympic Team.
When I walked into the Olympic Stadium with my teammates for the opening ceremony of the 2016 Rio Games, it was a defining moment for me — one I will never forget.
I can still hear the crowd cheering for us and thought of my fellow refugees in Kakuma [in Kenya], and my family. I took a moment to reflect on everything I had gone through to reach this point and the message we needed to send to the watching world.
We were ambassadors of hope at Rio 2016, spreading a message…
