Many a times we always want to put into consideration other people’s feelings and opinions in our day-to-day life but sometimes. We just got to breathe!
Take for instance this scenario: I won my first pageant at the Age of 19 managing to bag the overall Miss seat in the University. Being the naïve girl I was, I couldn’t tell who real friends were and within days I had spent all my money on people who I thought were part of my life in one way or the other. Whenever I would be going to lunch and/or dinner, they tagged along and disappeared one by one or looked at me whenever the bill was brought.
Being in a small town at the moment made me popular mostly to people who I didn’t know and people who held on to every word of gossip they could hear about me. I remember this one time when my at-the-time boyfriend came to me panting insisting to know the truth about how I used to pass my examinations. You can already imagine what he had been told. I couldn’t have a friend without people questioning the kind of relationship I had with the friend…worse especially if it happened to be a member of The Adam Clan. My good friend who was honestly quite the friend at one time over lunch came and told me that someone had insisted on him putting on not one but two condoms when sleeping with me.
Yup! Been there…at the wagging tongues of older men and women in the society. I actually at one point got summoned by the wife of a very prominent gentleman to her office so she could try scare me insisting that my model friends and I were in the business of sleeping with their husbands. I remember slamming the door behind me like I never had before especially after she mentioned my hospital records. Man!! She was out for Blood.
So, I moved to Nairobi, the Capital, and the center of it all to run away from everyone and everything that held me back and against my parents wishes. I deferred school for two semesters to work in malls handing people fliers, being hissed at, insulted and abused by the high and mighty in the society for the way I looked and the job I was doing. At the same time I was battling an illness that very few people in the world have (S.L.E) as well as paying my bills as my parents could hear none of it. I lived in a hostel which cost me about Ksh 9000 a month but to people back in the village and also around school, I lived in a Ksh 40,000 house paid and maintained by a Minister. LOL
But through all this, I grew thick skin and became arrogant and developed an ego comparable to Trump. I learnt and perfected my hustles and even got my Parents house wired for electricity. I could send something home and in any way my two brothers needed help, I did it. God took care of me and for my faithfulness I found favor before him. So my dear readers, learn to not give a shit sometimes. Walk into The Norfolk and order a 5-course meal and a strawberry mojito cocktail! Buy that dress you’ve wanted for a long time and shoes to match at the Galleria Mall in Karen. Learn to love yourself cause if you don’t, who will?
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