I'm always grateful for the tribe I came from; right from childhood, we were always taught the basics of life, such as how to speak, what to say per time, and how to respond to different situations. That's the Yoruba tribe. Although we tend to drift away from that path as we grow, only a few continued on that good moral path in adulthood. At some point in my journey to adulthood when I left home, I wanted to choose a path of my own where I will be free to talk to people the way I desire, not minding the age difference, just as I was taught while growing up that respect should be accorded to elders and everyone I come in contact with.
One lesson I learned from my parents is to never say a word in anger, because my tribe believes that "words of the mouth are like eggs; once dropped and broken, they can never be molded back." With this, I was always advised to watch what I say to people, especially when I am angry, and I do try my best to keep calm in order not to break this moral code. And again, our conscience serves as our guide at all times, to correct us when we act wrongly towards people or even objects, or maybe only mine do correct me against such things. Sometimes when we say inappropriate things, our conscience does speak to us to correct us. I have had such experience countless times.
Getting angry over issues that displease us is part of what makes us humans, and we can't avoid that. A scenario happened three years ago in which I said some things to someone that I immediately wished I never said so due to what happened afterwards. Controlling one's anger was the lesson I learned that day because I spoke harshly to this particular young man, and he shed tears.
I dislike disrespect, and that's why I don't dish it out to people too, and since respect is reciprocal, I expect people to give back to me the level of respect I give to them. I always and will always fight for my loved ones; even if I'm going to chastise them, I will firstly fight for them and stand by them. A young man was being disrespectful towards my younger sister, which steered my anger. I tried as much as possible to control my anger that day, but I couldn't. This young man said some horrible things about my younger sister being a home broker, and this was a story he wasn't sure of its authenticity. This got me so annoyed that I had to unleash the path of me I always try to seal.
That day I made this particular young man feel less of himself; I created that inferiority complex in him and made it look real, which seems to him like all I said about him was the real definition of who he is. The words I said to him were insulting and embarrassing; I made him the enemy of himself with my words, and immediately after I said all that, I saw tears rolling down his cheeks. I was surprised to see a grown man shedding tears like a baby, and immediately I realized I had said too much. At that time, I should apologize for all I said, but I didn't want to because I felt he was wrong for disrespecting my sister, but deep down in me, I wished I never said all I said to him.
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