Something Someone Told Me About Myself That I Will Never Forget | 30 Days Writing Challenge | Day One
This question is specifically amazing because I wrote an entire book about it, no kidding. As I reflected on the reality of my mental health, I couldn’t but give thanks to God for those who at one point or the other have spoken targeted words to me. Those words have been all I needed to survive those moments.
Words have tremendous impact on me and I rarely forget them, or at least, I never forget how they make me feel, and the impact they leave me with. I have countless of those words. I re-read text messages. I replay words. In fact, almost every birthday messages sent to me, are carefully copied and saved in a folder in my note pad. And I go back to read them.
I still remember what Olutayo Osunsanya wrote on one of such birthdays. And I will most likely, never forget. It was a simple, random sentence added as caption to a picture:
“Padi, may you continue to have sense.”
You see, it is one thing for strangers or people who aren’t so close give you nice complements. But to have those who are close to you, who see your flaws day and night tell you good things about you, it hits differently.
That sentence keeps pushing me to be better. To keep making good decisions. And to keep being a better version of myself. And I’m forever grateful to ‘Daddy Inioluwa, oko ajummy baby’ for those words.
So that’s it guys.
However, to be honest, I was trying to write a different thing before I wrote the above. I started to share from one of the stories in my upcoming book, but I kept feeling I was rewriting what I had already written beautifully. So I stopped. I didn’t want to do a disservice to that effort-and that of my editors. I also did not want to let the cat out of the bag too quickly. And because I want you to read the book too – when you buy it – rolls eyes. But since I started already, and I might end up deleting it, I’ll share the little I wrote (before I changed my mind) in it’s incomplete and unedited state:
“It was in the year 2013, the same year that my Dad died, but this was much before then. It was in the same year of the great six-months ASUU strike that left me fed up with the education I had eagerly looked forward to, but this was even much before then. It was also in the same year I started school in Obafemi Awolowo University, but still, only shortly after this. It was in the same year I had my heart handed back to me for lack of bed-space in my prospective lover’s life. It was a hard and terrible time. Guys, it wasn’t easy rara.
To suffer an heart break in a strange land, with a terribly sick father, and a bank account left with just N1750 was excruciatingly painful. I simply had no one to console me. You know that kind of pain where you keep smiling around but have no idea what is going on around you. In that moment, I knew I had to save what was left of my heart….”
Thank you for reading. ( You will read the rest when the book comes out.)
So that’s all for Day 2.
I am the ImisiOluwa; and I love you plenty.
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