Remember how I said I’m looking to being posh again? At the moment that seems implausible thanks to my tech team colleagues and life on the streets of Nigeria. Whether walking or driving, there always seems to be something to curse, scream, hiss at or just roll eyes at!
Why are people on this part of the earth aggression-provoking?? Imagine my alarm the other day when I uttered the f word. Yeah, the 4-letter swear one. I had started out with synonyms/alternatives like ‘shoot’, ‘freak’, ‘frig’ and ‘shit’ – lashing out as loudly as permitted when things were out-of-place, not going as planned or people were just being annoying and then behind the wheels the other day I uttered the abominable. I had said it before I could catch myself.
Feeling like a saint that had just sinned, I began to consciously feel guilty –putting effort into making myself feel bad for what happened. It did not come automatically. Get? It felt right to feel dirty, so I channeled my emotions that route. Feeling comfortable that I had begun the guilt trip, I was chastised by HS dearest: it wasn’t just then that I had sinned, every time I said alternatives were as good at uttering the 4-letter swear word itself! You can’t imagine my shock and neither can words sufficiently capture it.
In lieu of that I have resolved to steer clear away from such utterances, so even when the situation warrants it, my reaction is something like this: a puzzled face, open mouth and hands up in the air.
I prayed for patience the other day and I am beginning to think I shouldn’t have. You know what they say: ask God for patience and He presents you with circumstances that require it (or something in those lines). Since I uttered that prayer I have been faced with countless situations requiring patience.
That, my inability to swear or curse plus the heat waves on this side of the planet is draining my energy and causing frequent headaches. I’d let you in on some of such wearying instances:
😦 I have to obtain a pass each day to park my car and the concierge thinks it best to address me as ‘princess’ or ‘baby’
😦 Need to discuss project details with a lead who insists on doing it over lunch or dinner because he has to ‘toast’ (woo) me first
😦 Driving on my lane and another driver suddenly entering the road at a junction
😦 Drivers creeping on the high way (40km/hr) whilst keeping to the fast lane. I have no problem with you going 20km/hr on the express if you have to, but do it on the slow lane!!
😦 Taxi drivers stopping abruptly in the middle of the road and with no prior warning
Believe me, there is more, a lot more. But for want of energy I’d stop there (reliving the instances is equally draining). Driving here can be daunting and not having a car even more exhausting.
Circumstances: good and not so good will always occur; our reaction to them is what matters. It either strengthens (improves) our person or takes us back to square one (as my Nigerians say). Set-backs/failure is no reason to seat back and just moan; it should spur us to continually strive to attain our goals of being better humans (better mothers, fathers, friends, managers, colleagues etc)
I really anticipate getting back to posh, and yes, in Nigeria.
P.S With more things to do, activities to coordinate, meetings to attend, report deadlines and still 24 hrs in a day, I have drawn a reasonable conclusion (for the umpteenth time)- I need an assistant. Enquiries on role description, person specification and applications can be submitted here. 🙂