CHANGE BEGINS WITH YOU

I saw this incredibly funny story written by Olufunke Philips on Facebook and I decided to share
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Years ago, I used to date one guy that was a controlling little hamster.

Do this. Don't do that. Wear this. Don't wear that. Do like this. Don't fix your nails. Don't fix weaves. Oya do like that. No! You must do this. Not like that! Like this!

I used to listen to him because I liked the way he was deceiving himself that he was making me do stuff and he was pretty harmless anyway. The truth was his tongue skills were mad crazy so I used to pretend to go along with his nonsense.

As expected it fizzled out and the skills were not that exciting anymore then the real Funke burst out like a genie in a bottle. Uncle was confused. This is not you. You used to be so obedient. What happened? Izz laike you haff join bad gang.

I snorted. This has always been me. Yeah, yeah. Tongue on fleek and all that jazz but after that, wetin remain? You are a rude, brash, disrespectful and very condescending twat. Who will tolerate your madness because of good head? Tah! You must be mad.

He sent me a message today on Facebook.

"I was really in love with you. The thing is I was scared of you so I wanted to control you. But I've learnt now. I've changed."

👏👏👏 Well done uncle. Change begins with you.

This is what happens when Sango wants to play with some people's destiny. Sango tells them to try their luck. Sango is not nice at all.

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This post reminded me to be embracing of my truth and not to conform to standards set by others just to please them and displease myself. There are always people who will accept you for who you are....find them.

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