How Did We Get Here?

There was this time when I was walking down to the office. It was a long time ago when I was in my former city before I moved to Lagos state. You know when you looked at yourself in the mirror and you know you look so good. I knew I looked so good that morning and I wore this amazing waistcoat. It was the waistcoat from my brother's wedding... I was his best man. It was a cool morning and I was feeling really fly.

I was just at this bend like 4 junctions away from the house heading towards the express when this calm lady walked up to me and told me how good my waistcoat was. I was there smiling and thanking her before she ruined it all. She said, "I am just admiring the waistcoat, I am married, so you wouldn't think I am hitting on you". I smiled and walked away but still won't let it ruin the compliment entirely.

Most people are scared of doing something good because they don't want to be misjudged. That's the world we live in. Most people have kept away from complimenting others because they don't want to have others imagine something else. How did we get this bad? Most people have misconstrued someone's genuine compliment for having an interest in them or flirtation. A lot has changed in the world and we can't even genuinely give people compliments without having others raise their eyebrows. I don't blame the young lady because she must have experienced something like that or seen someone being put through that same situation.

Our experience is our reality as I often say and I know it has a lot to do with our experiences which can either be personal or what we have seen others go through. We feed off of what we have heard most of the time. We feed off information to make our decisions. We feel all eyes are on us and we need to guard ourselves too, whereby we are robbing ourselves of the beauty that our hearts could express. We have restricted ourselves and denied ourselves the beauty we can show because we are focused on what others might think rather than following our minds.

I don't hold back to tell people how good they are, even if they feel differently. I am responsible for what I say and not what you think. I don't mind paying someone's fare even if she thinks I did it to take her number. I've done this many times and I didn't take their numbers. Some looked at me with surprise while some willingly offered their numbers and we are friends to date. I don't mind giving a shoulder to someone to cry on, even if she feels it's a coy to get her...as long as I don't make a move to get her, she will understand that I am a different breed. It's okay for others to have reservations but it's left to me to prove them right or wrong.

Thank you for your time.

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Still me,

My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer.

Olawalium; (Love's chemical content, in human form). Take a dose today: doctor's order.