A deeper perspective of normal life, from observations touching vast topics and issues that are important, giving a better outlook on life.
Hello!
Welcome here.
In coming days, a bible study series on Samson will be taken.
The story of this unique character is taken from the book of Judges 13 to 16 and it explores a variety of themes, some of which will be shared in this study.
Ready?
Okay….
Welcome here…
It’s 2024.
you are here
Glad to have you here.
Let’s ride in…
I entered this year with expectations
just like everyone else
A plan?
Not really, however I was expecting to complete my housejob, possibly write an exam, make certain travels, and start another program…
all I did
However, almost everyone one of these things dragged and tried to snuff me out.
I had to exercise patience for each of them and that meant months of waiting to do each one of them.
I had to relearn patience and the importance of knowing how to respond to difficult situations as well.
somethings will always have to be learnt
and crude (pun intended)
I had a good share of tears. I can easily shed tears because somewhere in my brain is sensitive to emotions a little bit more. Also, crying helps me relieve intense emotions; good or bad.
I had a lot of intense moments in 2023 and I had to cry out the heavy emotions that came with them.
therapeutic
In these moments, I allowed myself to feel the emotions I was going through, evaluate the experience I was going through and alllow my head to get cleared.
I cried in the last days of 2023 and I was like, this was not the plan.
I am glad I went through all the emotions because it gave me the opportunity to know myself better.
Being sensitive and emotional: I am happy that I embraced that side of me more gently than I used to. It also helped me regulate better than previous times and I had less mood swings that were difficult to trigger-trace.
Being open about my feelings: still not very open like many people but I am glad I expressed certain cheesy emotions. (I’ll leave it at that).
Being told no: I got in different ways, got my feelings hurt but learnt through it… (I’ll leave it at that).
Being myself: I allowed myself to be and that was a highlight for me. I allowed myself to accept me better….
Be big hearted if you are.
Be intentionally kind.
It’s okay to allow things to take a natural course.
Certain risks are worth it.
Trust God x infinity.
Your worries have potentials to be testimonies.
Don’t kill yourself, life is better.
Embrace your body and be kind to it.
You are loved more than you know (I had to accept this).
You choose to allow your ego to be crushed.
Your family is important (sometimes more than you think).
Things will pan out eventually.
You don’t have to impress anyone. Do the right thing, and the right people will be impressed.
Listen to the Holy Spirit (He’s more experienced in this thing called life).
Not everyone who loves you will be able to stay (bear no grudges).
Keep on loving (it is better).
Enjoy people…..
I have plans for this year but then most importantly I want to do better with my life.
I want to give more attention to very important areas of my life and that may mean taking long breaks from creating.
Am I excited?
maybe…
I want to go deeper into what being in existence means and I want it to be a personal, deep and rich experience for me.
Importantly, give God more room to be in control.
With that being said, even though I have tons of unrealized projects and topics I would love to share this year, I will take my time to share them.
I will give myself time to be
No rush, no urgency to start a series or new topics.
even though I have plenty of them
I gave some updates here..
I started a series in 2023 and will be continuing it this year.
2024 has arrived and what is most important is that it achieves it purpose in our lives.
I need God more than ever.
2023 reminded me that
I’ll make use of my time and enjoy God’s blessings and learn my lessons.
Have a wonderful year..
Cheers!
So, this is what happened.
I had been praised by my seniors for being diligent and patient despite the stress and demands I had been put through. I was feeling good about the compliments especially as I had a day to complete my posting in General Surgery.
It was my last day, I handed over properly to the house officers taking over, created a new flow chart for our patients and gave the pdf to my colleagues as well.
All things bright and beautiful
It was hours to calling it off and I found myself still doing extra work as I was called by seniors to assist with some responsibilities.
They asked kindly too
I still held on to as per “Let’s do it for the final day”
It was past 9pm and I left for home from the wards. I was not on call and I was nit expecting tp be called to the wards for anything.
However, by 11pm I got a call from the wards.
“Dr Agwu, there is apatient that is…” the line was breaking and i was sleepy so th ecaler cut the call.
The call came in again and I sleepily still recieved it “Hello?”
“Yes, there is a patient in respiratory distress”
“I am not the doctor on call”
“Well, call the person on call. I don’t have credit to keep calling” and the caller went off.
For context, the caller was the nurse on call in the wards.
She had mentioned female surgical ward but I heard male surgical ward.
My colleague that was on call was in the Accident and Emergency ward with the registrar and senior registrar.
I thought of the best way to to reach out to them knowing they were quite busy and so I chose to send the message on whatsapp which was where we used to pass most of our information and then I slept off.
I woke up by 5am to multiple calls and messages and they were not good.
Every nice words said had become a scold and a tug at the efforts I had put in.
At the end, I was almost given an extension if not for the pleas of some of my seniors who insisted that I had gone an extra mile on my last day and possibly was very tired.
I was dazzled by the sudden change of events, however, the lesson one of my senior reg said was “It is true it was your last day but next time a patient is in respiratory distress make sure you alarm as much people as possible. You don’t send a message and go to sleep”
I did not try to defend myself but apologized and thanked for the correction.
Summary they were able to see my message and went to see the patient who was then reviewed and stabilized.
This experience felt painful but I had no time to sulk on it and had to begin my new rotation. By the way there was no bad blood and despite this experience, I ended the unit amicably and still remained of my most interesting rotation in Surgery.
Okay……
My next rotation in surgery was in Neurosurgery. This was another dreaded unit with many unpleasant stories about the nature of calls and workload and here I was resuming the unit.
I met my favourite working colleague who had left general surgery before me. I was pleased because I loved working with her. Then another joined us on the same day. This unit rarely had enough house officers which made the work load in this unit exhausting, however with three people it was expected to be lighter than usual.
Interestingly, the notions I had gotten about the seniors in the unit was different from my experience. They were another of seniors that I worked so well with. I had no tension around them, I could ask questions and engage in conversations with them.
But
The stories about the workload were true.
The workload was enormous. The patients to see were in different wards aside the neurosurgery wards were our enough.
I had two weeks to spend in the unit but it felt like I spent one month.
I developed toe blisters from the amount of walks I had to do, I should have calculated my steps because it would have been quite significant.
There we often had cases in the accident and emergency on a daily bases with most of them needing surgeries and these surgeries often took almost the whole day. However, the unique part was that we were always expected to ne part of surgeries regardless of our calls and also surgeries could happen at anytime of the day.
When I say anytime, I said anytime
I had an experience where in the middle of the night without expecting a message I woke up by 1am to find out that we needed to prep a patient for surgery and that necessitated me leaving my home to join to return home by 6am and return to work by 8am for the usual ward round.
The surgeries almost became a daily basis routine. The patient prepping and follow up were required not forgetting the patients we had to monitor in the wards and in the ICU.
Gratefully, when we were not having surgeries, the calls were usually calm and I had the opportunity to go home and rest.
Two surgeries that stood out to me were:
A craniotomy to remove subdural hematoma and A C4 C5 360 decompression and instrumentation on account of solitary plascytoma.
We had multiple Ventricular peritoneal shunt insertions, and revisions.
In the rain, in the night the expectation to meet up with responsibilities were not exempted and despite the stress, I felt comforted because of the people I worked under.
Let me share one more experience in this rotation. Now we do casualty calls where we observe calls in the Accident and Emergency ward. I was on call on Friday/Saturday 12am to 8am and I was also on unit call on Saturday and rounds were to start by 8am and I was only allowed to leave the accident and energy ward by 8am. I reached out to my senior registrar and he allowed me time to join. Within 30 minutes I had reported for the rounds that was usual extended due to the volume of patient.
Reflecting back, it was interesting how I managed to cope but like I said the atmosphere was free of tension and the ability to laugh off the stress helped as well.
I had two more units to do and my posting in Surgery was going to be over.
I realized I did take not pictures while I was in Neurosurgery and I never took while I was in the theater, however, I complied some experiences on Instagram.
I did share that in the next part.
Curios to know the next two units I did?
Curious to know how I managed with stress during this time?
Until the next part which will be the final part of my surgery experience, stay safe and God bless.
#W.O.L.AP
Hello and welcome here.
This will be the last post of 2022 on Deeperlook.
This year, there was not a lot shared here. I did not have a better statistics compared to last year, and I did not post as frequent as I did especially towards the end of the year.
I had a lot of lessons this year and some of the lessons I learnt will be expressed in coming years, they have given me a reservoir of inspiration which by God’s grace will be harnessed in coming posts.
I learnt to forgive myself more. I learnt to explore more. I learnt to give myself a chance to be loved. I learnt to be and I am still learning.
Good things take time, I’ll be patient with myself.
By God’s grace, I will be sharing more personal projects in the coming months and if you would like to be part of the creative journey you may subscribe to my email list to do that with me.
You can always explore every other creative aspects via my menu.
What did 2022 teach you?
I am interested in what God has for me in 2023.
Until then, continue to stay safe and God bless.
#daughterofabba
I feel like it has been quite a long time I posted (that is weird)
Maybe you are already wondering why this topic
Or maybe not
Let me tell you something about this topic: It is number 4 on the list I created at the beginning of this year.
That is all😆😆
Before this preamble gets too long, let the topic begin🤗
🤔🤔
I believe none of you reading this post will accept that a person does not make mistake.
We all believe that humans make mistakes because humans make mistakes
Sensible right?
There are people who extremely particular about mistakes and it ruins their emotions (like me🙄)
There are people who are too jolly to let mistakes weigh them down (happy happy😍)
There are people who know when to get concerned about certain mistakes and when to shake off (shake shake😌)
We make mistakes even though we did not want to.
We make mistakes because it happens🙃
I already said the reason.
It is your turn to answer in the comment section🙋
(emojis are quite active in this post😁😁)
Like seriously
Is every mistake a mistake?
Aren’t some mistakes purposeful actions?
I make mistakes a lot despite how much I dislike making them.
I even made an annoying mistake while creating this post😭😭.
I was creating an art and made a mistake I could not correct and I have to deal with what I have as an outcome😩😩 (trying hard not to be unhappy about it)
When creating, especially if it is a spontanoeous inspiration, replicating is almost impossible. If a mistake occurs, it produces a new expression but the original expression cannot appear as it should have.
That is why it hurts 💔
When mistakes happen, few things follow after, and this depends on your perspective about mistakes and they affect life in general.
They have that effect.
They can cause us to be overwhelmed with emotions that we may be unable to bear.
They can cause us to feel inspired to do better another time.
They have that effect.
Mistakes can make you focus on all your weakness. They can make you focus on your strenght.
It depends on the angle that you pick.
Strenght is relative
Some mistakes would have been avoided.
When I make mistakes, I have to go through a process of mental and emotional shuffling in order to stabilize my actions.
Some mistakes I make create something new, and sometimes I wished I never made them.
Mistakes exposes weakness
I make so much mistakes when writing my blogposts😂😂. I often have to read my posts multiple times to correct the tiny important errors.
Good for me, I have not been teased about it😂😂.
Some decisions that we made became mistakes leaving us the feelings of foolishness. You find yourself saying “It would have been better if I had not done it”
We are encourgaed to make bold steps but sometimes those bold steps are big mistakes.
Sometimes you cannot avoid mistakes
Regardless of the existence and prevalence of mistsakes, bold steps are needed😳😖
Some mistakes should not break us
Easy said than done 🙄
But still, we say it hoping to do it😁 or to continue doing it😊
I hope you are fine amidst the pandemic raging the world.
I hope your families are doing fine too..
Your thoughts are welcomed in the comment section below🤗👇
#fromamedicalstudentfaraway
Today is finally here.
Day 10.
I had initally wanted it to be on Christmas day but my calculations did not match.
Today is as real as the other day.
I will share the converstion I had with my people today🌾
N.B
I did not want to talk about food today until tommorrow but the context of my activity today focused a lot on food.
We were in the bus taking us from the hospital back to our different homes and we were talking about food.
My consistent school partner had showed me the beautiful meal she had created and on request linked me to the lady she had taken cooking lessons from.
As I scrolled through her instagram handle, I was amazed at how the meals were well photographed and their presentation.
Another classamate joined our conversation and shared his favourite, then another joined and shared his too.
As I looked at the different handles, something in me felt disappointed😐
I had also been doing the same thing; posting meals, for years and mine was nothing compared to ‘theirs’.
Also, my friends were more excited to talk about these ladies meals and even oblivious to the fact I had a page too (that they had not checked despite posting about it on my instagram page).
I was not offended. I felt backward because I felt I should have done better.
I thought of the several ways I had not made enough efforts and wondered if I had any excuse.
N.B The reason for my feelings were because we were the same geographical location and I felt I had not been passionate enough to do better.
Before I continue…
I was really grateful that my school partner had shown me the instagram handle. It was inspiration for me.
I asked myself later in the room why I had not done that earlier
Why now?
Why not before?
Why amajgahc?
But I was grateful because it is few days to New Year and seeing this now was a push for me to be better.
You see, only the best is well appreciated.
When it comes to getting things done, the best is sought for.
When it comes to assurance of quality, the best is needed.
The best strive. The best excel.
Then is the mentality of ‘I don’t care’
I have lived there before, I have been struggling to escape that room. The struggle has been real and I believe I am getting better.
Getting better is achievable. It is attainable (I am also telling myself). It is possible.
We need not be envious of those who do better. We should learn from them.
Ora
(please if you take my quotes, kindly refer❤)
I followed their handles, their instagram handles. They were far better than me and so I decided to follow them.
I will talk about more food tommorrow😂😂
Before I came down from the bus I was reminded about food. As I walked home with my hostel mate, I was reminded to make something delicious.
It was already part of my plan but I was looking for a way to escape it, talk about cold feet.
I have not yet gotten my ingredients. Talk about last minutes preparatioms (Don’t be like me here, be like Sandy. If you read the last post you would understand😂😂)
People had been quite warm since in the morning, wishing a ‘Merry Christmas’
I have a food blog where I share my neo-recipes. If you are patient to scroll down the page, you would see the topics. Click on them to find out more.
Or click here to go directly to the page👇
ORA HEALTHY CORNER
About
There is a lot to improve..
Proverbs 22:29
Observe people who are good at their work—
skilled workers are always in demand and admired;
they don’t take a backseat to anyone.
Message translation
2020 is almost here, is your mind prepared for it?
I appreciate everyone who was consistent and for those who still peeped.
I appreciate those who followed recently and interacted about the post.
I have always found writing as therapy and place to relax but when I get engagements on my posts, that makes me more happy. So know that your engagements are fully appreciated.
I have scheduled 2 more posts for this year.
If you are new to this page, there are tons of articles to read, I am sure you have read the MOTTO of this blog to get an idea of what it is about. You can follow by email or follow as a blogger.
Let’s make 2020 work😇❤
If you are celebrating Christmas, how prepared are you? Share in the comment section below..
#fromamedicalstudentfaraway
This was the original post I was talking about. The one that I mentioned in the previous post.
I am writing it now……
🐭🐭 (rats are cute)
They said there are different types of this word. They said there is :
Agape — Unconditional Love.…
Eros — Romanic Love. …
Philia — Affectionate Love. …
Philautia — Self-love. …
Storge — Familiar Love. …
Pragma — Enduring Love. …
Ludus — Playful Love. …
Mania — Obsessive Love.
I simply copied this from the internet, I knew 5 before this moment……
I will not explain the term because the little side note is explanatory….🙂
What type have you experienced or are you experiencing?
What type are you participating in?
Do they look familiar?
When you say ‘I love you’, which do you mean?
When you hear ‘I love you’, which do you think it is?
I wrote a post this year titled I LOVE YOU, you can check it out. Don’t worry, it is not too similar to this post…..😺😺 (I love cats)
Without conditions….
Beyond excuses
Above barriers
Self-less
Sacrifical to the point of losses……
May not be reciprocated, rarely reciprocated.
Tough love. Suffering love……
The list goes on and on……
With the use of this term, the subject that is loved does not need to do anything, give anything or support. The lover loves regardless…..
Call it Scarce love…..
Sparkles?
Glitters?
Diamonds?
Roses?
What?
Like this floating love emoji above, I am on a journey that I rarely understand. It is a journey I am still processing. A journey of learning myself and adapting to the complex world around me.
I had constantly wretsled with loving rightly and hoping that those I loved/love would understand.
I came to learn that sometimes the way you love may not be the way they want, may not be the way they understand and sometimes loving them the way they want may become the obstacle to the relationship.
Sometimes, you may give all of yourself and almost die in the process but the one whom you are loving does not understand it is love. They don’t get it and may never do.
Sometimes, your love is not enough, more is wanted. And the more may not be what you can provide….
As a Christian, the only source I draw unconditional love from is God because we have been through situations and never have I been blackmailed for it.
The next group of people closest to showing me this kind of love are my Family. It could get fractured sometimes but it is the best they offer which I cannot find elsewhere (not yet found)
Then they are humans who have stretched themselves for me, and I appreciate and understand when they can stretch no more…… I am yet to meet more
Then there is me, who is learning to understand Love and how much of it I should keep giving even when my love is not understood……
So……
How much of it have you given?
What are you expecting?
Expect less, I told ya….. Most times you find love in unexpected people💞
Your comments are appreciated and welcomed, let the conversation continue in the comment section.
#fromamedicalstudentfaraway
I will start a mini series called the Question Mark Series. This is not the first time I have used question marks in my headings, the last title I used a question mark was HAPPINESS A MIRAGE? written last year but this time around, I will be intentional about using it in the remaining titles that will fit into this series.
So this topic will be part one🌸
Fate is a term that is used to express an ochestration of life events that we can do nothing about. It disregards the efforts you put in to change certain events because what would happen would still happen. Some people do not believe in fate, they believe that you make things happen and not the other way round. Some people believe so much in fate that they go to lenghts to make sure their fate is favourable. Some are in between.
Are there really life events beyond our control?
Is it possible that some events that happened to us were not a result of fate but a result of carelessness?
Where should we draw the line?
Faith is hope. Belief in something unseen that will happen. Faith is trust and hope. Faith does not lose hope. Faith is not afraid.
I believe that there are certain things beyond our control. Things that would happen even if we think we can avoid them. Things that still happen even though efforts were made to avoid them. I recently faced one, and as I was in a public transport I thought of how much concern I had put to avoid that particular situation but yet I still encountered it. It was very painful that all the efforts and conscious decisions I had taken still brought me back to the same point.
Where does faith come in?
With Faith, you can face fate
O.R.A
Is everything a result of fate?
No
Are there things you could still avoid?
Yes
Are there things that happen beyond your control?
Yes
What would you do if you made efforts and it ended up the opposite?
Faith is always greater.
Life is not chance. Life does not just happen. Our decisions cause the effects we see. Yes, there are events beyond us but it is better you made efforts than you made none.
Always make an effort. If it did not go well, you made an effort and learnt lessons. If it goes well, then very fine for you.
Ecclesiastes 11:6 In the morning sow thy seed, and in the evening withhold not thine hand: for thou knowest not whether shall prosper, either this or that, or whether they both shall be alike good.
Most times what we fear is what still happens so why don’t you make an effort, your effort will give you an extra push that you were not aware was there before.
As a Nigerian, I hear this statement often and sometimes use it myself “I leave it in the hands of God”. Yes, when all efforts have been exhausted, you know that only God will do the rest. Another one is :
“Do your best and leave the rest to God”.
It is in these moments that faith is more important.
Fate happens but Faith is stronger
O.R.A
As a Christian who enjoys reading my Bible, I have found some books in the Bible as therapy. Psalms, Isaiah, some chapters in Jeremiah, John and the remaining Bible.
They remind me that I did not just happen, I was/am planned for. I have a purpose and that purpose is greater than fate because my purpose is in God.
What is your relieving factor?
I remember when this title was a big sensation because a popular musician used it as the title of his song. I checked the song out and even though I could not understand the lyrics, I observed that he was trying to pass a message of encouragement through the song.
This term is not a new one to me or to any Christian. I (we) believe so much in God’s plan because it is written clearly in the Bible in so many chapters of different books in it. It is a reminder that nothing happens without a reason behind every event we face including the ones we messed up. Trusting God’s plan is remedy and it involves faith, trust, hope.
Therefore even though fate happens, there is faith. With faith you can face fate because
Yes……and because
This understanding has helped me so much this year. It has been a roller coaster but I have seen how stronger it made me become emotionally and mentally. Running away is not the solution.
Crying can help but excess of it will only hurt you more. I could be very emotional and sometimes resort to crying when things do not go how I planned or want but in recent events, I realized that crying about certain situations was not providing any solution, so even though I still cried, it was not the starting point. I simply cried because I felt overwhelmed not because I felt it was a solution or effort to ease my concern about the particular issue.
Like another Nigerian common phrase :Crying will not solve anything.
Well, it helps to relieve emotional tension and stress build up.
So…..
And remember that you are
It is beautiful how events inspire. It is still a choice to veiw pleasant and unpleasant events as an inspiration. I am very intentional about remaining inspired about events that occur in my life, even if I do not get to tell a crowd, I still encounter one person that needs that encouragement from me.
When Fate happens chose Faith. If Fate happens chose Faith. Always chose Faith
O.R.A
I hope you are learning too. I hope you are fine.
Your comments are welcomed….
#fromamedicalstudentsfaraway
Today there is a preamble😁. I had planned to write this as a random post but I ended up not doing it. Before you continue, I would apologize for not adding pictures. Like real pictures but there would be emojis😆 (as per an emojiologist😏)
Since this topic was supposed to be random, it can be called an ex-spontaneous post😂😂 but let me dive into the topic and the accompanied lessons🏊
This year, I had made up my mind to care for my hair consistently because I have a bad habit of letting my hair go to ruin after a period of healthiness. Let me explain that line, I usually fell back into old habits of letting my hair get ruined by stopping a routine of hair care which usually led to my precious hair breaking and become a shadow of its self. Understand?🙄
Some weeks ago, I started threading on that path again, and my hair was so dry and sad. It was so dry and broke so badly, it broke my heart with it😆😆(I think I exaggerated a lot). To cut long story short, I was loosing my hair right before my eyes👀 and I needed to do something fast!🚑
Like what?
Be patient😑
I usually use eggs to moisturize or treat my hair every month(I am learning the terms😁). You can check the other hair talk topics to get the different methods I used. This time around, I decided to use youghurt.
In the past before I started learning and developing better interest about hair topics and stuffs, I made so much fun of other girls who used natural products, like eggs or other raw food (you can say🙄). I would tell them, I rather eat them than waste it on my hair and then leave feeling like the girls were just too extra and I was the wise one🙄😒😏😆
I think I made that reference on an old blog post titled FINE GIRL. Now I have learnt better, it is about getting result.
It is waste when you do not use it properly and when you don’t use the specific amount right for you.
O.R.A
Eating them is very important and proper, and if you need to apply them directly then that too is not out of proportion. The main purpose is to get the desired results.
Therefore, it is important to criticize less and be more observant. Speak less of what you are not fully aware of. Keep your opinions until you have fully researched to back them up.
Do not blabber what you think you know until you are sure you know
O.R.A
That being said, I will give the simple home remedy for really dry hair to give a better moisturized and healthy feeling hair.😊
Egg(s) and hair cover(I used a disposable nylon bag)
Youghurt
A good shampoo (I use Himalaya Anti-Dandruff)
Your hair oils (I used Olive and Castor)
Water(of course)
Apply beaten eggs to hair, apply portion by portion. A friend gave a suggestion to use only the white of eggs and leave the yolk out because of smell but I usually use the whole thing. I used only an egg, using more than two is usually excessive. So I either use 1 or 2. Then I covered my hair for 30 minutes, you can leave it for up to an hour.
Use shampoo to wash clean. Then apply youghurt to the hair and cover again, leaving it in for 30 minutes to 1 hour. Rinse out with water, and dry hair.
Apply oils to damp hair and if your hair is woolly like mine, pack in portions so it can dry properly.
I straightened out with hair threads and voila my hair was happy hair. The feel and texture afterwards was so comforting, and the breakage stopped.
My hair was not dirty when I had to do this but noticing the change required I did something about it.
When something is not right, find the cause and fix it
O.R.A
I keep learning and it is an exciting journey to be on. If you already use products that help your hair maintain its moisture and texture then holala, keep being steady.
It is not only about hair but other areas of your life, with consistency comes better results.
N.B Castor oil caused my hair to become double it thickness (it was thick before), I am waiting for lenght😒. Hopefully, I will make a blog on that when it happens😂😂.
Okay…..
Rate this post, comment, like and share. I would love to see your thoughts and how you are helped by it. You can also share your personal hair care routines……👧👧
Thank you…
N.B first post without a lot of errors😅😅
#fromamedicalstudentfaraway
Chamuteso 😪
If dont understand, that is forgive me in Korean
Biane is sorry 😏
She squeezed her mouth at me
“Why are you looking at me?” she asked
“Because I have eyes” I replied
“You could not help”
“You were already inside” I replied laughing notoriously as usual when I am inside my room 😂😂😂😂
N. B my friends or the humans around me know that laughter
I had been a bit rude to her earlier, and had quickly apologized. My reaction to a simple question was unnecessary, that was the reason for her squeezing her mouth at me 😂😂😂😂
I dont like offending. I dont like being the offender. It pricks my conscience too much. I always end up apologizing. It gives me peace of mind even when am right.
It is hard to accept that you have made a mistake because ego is like an empty coconut head. It is painful like chuking your leg on chukuchuku. (chukuchuku is thorn. Chuking is the action 🙄😏)
Apologizing when you think you are on the right side so as to make peace with the other party can feel foolish. N. B if you being on the right is for the legitimate cause that is not selfish but for the right of others. This may not apply. You were standing for truth.
Okay, last scenario is for those living in the same room and the other person claims you said something that hurt them, you can apologize. Or if they took your thing, and you insulted them or shouted on them as if they were dumb and stupid. Or if you were mean, trying to prove a point. Or if.. boola boola (whatever in Korean)
In a conflict, both parties cannot be right at the same time but both can be wrong. Admitting and apologizing is a sign of maturity.
It becomes abnormal when an offence is perpertuated purposely followed by an insincere apology. Am not talking about that kind of thing. That kind of.. Mtwww….. That is very toxic 😒😤
Ehen.. . Today..am hyper and I did not eat sugar. I am feeling nostalgic and maybe I will watch a movie that would make me cry 😭😭
This three word I AM SORRY can save plenty stress. Plenty elongation of issue. The tone you use too. Not saying it like sorry na, while your body language shows you are just saying it 🙄😒.
For those who mean it, say it and show it
For those hearing it, accept. Don’t do too much yanga or guy (that means shakara or pretending to still be offended. I dont know English equivalent😅😅)
Let me leave you with these silly antonyms in Nigerian children play play language:
“Nto’o“
“Mmeh”
Opens eyes with fingers and stick out the tongue
That hurts like salt on worm 😂😂😂😂
Let me come and be going…. .
I realize I infect people just like some infect me. And they dont even know that they have started carrying my traits 🐭🐭.
Pride goes before a fall, so does not admitting your faults
It piles like a stack of dirt
Till sorry cant do no more
Deal with the dirt one after another
Before they find another place to stack out.
Okay,now real bye. Let me go and eat my susukainya. Hopefully contain my hyperactivity and nostalgia 🏃🏃
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