IT'S ALL ABOUT YOU

I remember being about 7 or 8 years of age when my family and I were all in my dad's Benz C class 300. There was quite a long queue of vehicles ahead of us. Typical Lagos traffic situation. We decided to buy chocolate flavoured yoghurts in that pyramid shaped pack from a hawker. The other four people in the vehicle had straws strapped to their yoghurt but mine had none. I remember the feeling. I remember feeling left out and unimportant, but I didn't open my mouth to complain.

I remember too, when I was in my last year in primary school. Our class teacher decided to show us how to make Yam & Fried eggs. When we were done with the cooking, what followed was, “line up on a single file so that I'll share it. If you're not on the line, you'll not get anything”. I obediently queued. Twenty minutes down the line, literally(but pun intended), it still hadn't got to my turn to get my share of the food on a queue of not more than twenty pupils. Again, I remember feeling unnoticed and invisible. My teacher noticed I'd not eaten a thing after a while and said “the patient dog eats the fastest bone” and gave me a generous portion. I remember stupidly not guarding my reward and allowing my food to be mobbed by greedy little hands.

I remember times I'd feel like I was invisible, literally, because there seemed to be nothing peculiar about me.

I remember not feeling cheated on on things that others got but I didn't. I was used to it anyway.

I remember having the feeling that I was never alive; I was a being in heaven watching what humans were doing down here like I was watching a movie.

Then I prayed one day, I was about 14, that if I was truly alive, then let me be conscious of my existence (never rule out prayers from your life), let me know, however, that someone thought I was physically visible to make friends with because they thought they saw physical things they liked about me.

About two weeks later, I got my answer. A friend. A real friend at last! That was enough for me. If I was still deluded sometimes and felt I was watching a movie from heaven, I wasn't alone at least.

I still don't like to get into a place where my presence will be everyone's focus. I'm still not a public kind of person and I don't think I'll ever be. But I'm very much conscious of my existence and my peculiarity. I'm aware that I'm the focus of this movie called life.

Living is ALL ABOUT ME until I die.

I can get and achieve ANYTHING I want because it's my story.

AND IT'S SUCH A JOY THAT IT WASN'T TOO LATE TO REALISE HOW I'M SUPPOSED TO LIVE.

YOU THAT YOU'RE ALIVE NOW, IT'S ALL ABOUT YOU! STAY, AND RE-WRITE YOUR SCRIPT😌

YOU'LL ENJOY WATCHING THIS MOVIE AGAIN AND AGAIN I PROMISE💞💪.

Share your experiences below if you can relate👇😘