Nigeria is a fine country, especially now. People are even more impatient than before, people are hungry and consequently angry. I get angry at times too. Like times when I am returning from work, tired and about-to-die hungry and one woman clutching a bagco sack under her left armpit is yelling at me for walking slowly when she can just sidestep and move along but no, Aunty Face of Bagco has to vent her frustrations on me.
I am angry as I walk in a zigzag pattern (I will talk about this another day), trying to get to my house. Out of nowhere, this shoe trader leaves his customer to hit me on the shoulder. You know, a light slap like those “you sef” slap lovers exchange in Nollywood movies. Remember that I am hungry and angry, so of course I’m breathing fire but tired as I was all I could manage was to lift my fore finger looking as stern as my strength could carry and say “don’t ever try that nonsense again”. Fast forward to the next evening, he saw me again but this time was hailing me, “sister you don come back?”
What is the lesson from this story, my lovely people? If you don’t set standards for yourself, people will treat you as they deem fit. If I had quietly gone away, only God knows where he would’ve touched the next day.
You can’t not set boundaries around your life and expect me to have boundaries in how I relate with you. Be you man or woman, I can only give you as much respect as you’ve shown you want.
Let’s not expect people to know the way to treat us rather let’s show them.