There's a saying that says; when you give people chance, they start looking for chances. And sometimes when you are too gentle, is not because you are a fool or you can't talk, you just decided not to talk ni. My gentleness make people took me for granted for so long, just because I don't talk, but at the end I finally burst out with anger when my patience can tolerate it anymore
Normally, I’m a very calm person. I always try to avoid wahala and just keep my peace. But that particular day, something inside me just snapped. You know when you’ve been holding so much in, and someone now says something that just hits the wrong spot? Na that kind thing happen to me. I couldn’t take it anymore. I exploded, and honestly, I didn’t even feel bad at that moment. Let me tell you exactly how it all went down
It happened last year during a church program. I was part of the organizing team, helping to arrange chairs, carry equipment, and make sure things were moving well. I wasn’t complaining because I love serving, especially when it’s for God. But there was this one sister let’s call her Sister Juliet who always acted like she knew everything and others knew nothing. No matter what someone did, she must talk or correct it
That day, I carried a very heavy speaker from the store to the altar area. Nobody was there to help me, but I still managed to do it. As I dropped the speaker, sweating and tired, the next thing I heard was, “Why did you drop it like that? You want to spoil it?
My brain just switch
I turned and said, Sister Juliet, abeg next time, you go carry the speaker yourself. Every time na complain complain. You no dey ever appreciate person?
She tried to reply, but I was already shouting. People stopped what they were doing. Some were just looking at me, surprised, because I don’t usually talk like that. But that day, I didn’t care. I had reached my breaking point
After the shouting, I walked to the back of the church and sat down alone. My chest was hot, and I was breathing fast. One of the elders later came to talk to me. He said I should calm down, that it’s not good to shout in front of people. Deep down, I knew he was right. But I also felt relieved because all the things I had kept inside, I finally said them out
On Sunday, I walked up to Sister Juliet and apologized for shouting. But I also told her the truth that she always talks down on people and it’s not nice. Surprisingly, she listened. She even said nobody had ever told her that before. Since then, we’ve been a bit better. At least now, she tries to talk more politely
I’ve learned that anger isn’t always the best way to express yourself, but sometimes it opens the door for truth. If you ever feel like you’re losing it, breathe first. But if you burst out, make sure you fix things after. Peace is sweet, but truth too dey important
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