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HEARD ABOUT ESE?

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Have you heard about Ese?  Golden black Ese as we used to call her.  Her skin so beautiful that most people called her the goddess of the black race.  She went to papa Ijebu, who mixed pepper with lemon water, he added a little bit of carol white and a pinch of something which name, I can't recall. Suddenly the black in her skin vanished like magic, she was now "African snow white"  and she reigned in her head and her new found skin.  Ese was walking on the air, almost like her new skin gave her super powers.  Awhile later, there were cracks, itches,scratches and peelings... Her body was at war with itself.  Ese's skin changed colors more rapidly than a chameleon, no one could keep up. Then came the decay that went from her skin deep inside of her and in a flash, she was gone.   Ese died trying to be who she wasn't, she was so dissatisfied with being black in a black skin and I wonder why, what is so wrong with being black?  
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Heroes are Human too part I


 HEROES ARE HUMAN TOO PART 1
      At what point in your life did you realize that HEROES are HUMANS too? I'm not taking about the cartoon heroes, I'm referring to our parents,siblings and those elderly people who as kids we saw as mini gods and they could never do wrong in our eyes.In-fact we were ready to fight with anyone who said anything contrary about them. At what time in life did you realize they were not  perfect? I seriously don't have anything against growing up but growing up messes a lot of things up big time

       I was chatting with  one of my university Lecturers recently and in the cause of our discussion he said "Yea. I used to see my mama and elder sister as the best people on earth till I grew up and realized they're just human too" and a whole lot of memories flooded my head. My mum is my all time hero,I don't think there is a match for her in this world but as opposed to my thought as a kid, she is human too. Here is one long time ago story from my child...

STORY...
      My mother is one of the few peacemakers I know,she really loves peace. As a child I had watched people bring cases for her to settle,I have seen her sit still in a family meeting with everyone talking over her head and she would say nothing. If I had issues with my friends and I go to my mum for her to probably take my side and fight for me like most mothers did,I was always left disappointed because no matter what it was,my mother was always going to find a way to make peace without raising her voice at my "enemy" and as a result I learnt very early in life how to fight battles and settle quarrels without calling for help. Well, one faithful day, a family member had said something hurtful to her and my mother returned the favour,she went all out talking and yelling. That day Anna Okojie wasn't going to be stopped by anyone,she kept yelling and crying and yelling even more. You know what they say about a time bomb waiting to explored? oh well, everyone looked a bit quiet and surprised but I was shocked to my stool. Did someone change my mum over night? what happened to the no fighting no quarrel woman that raised me? as I silently watched from the corner of the house where I was sitting, I remember thinking what my friends would say if words got out that my mother was shouting our entire house down because just like me most of them have grown really fond of my mother's peaceful nature. Well, I was about ten years old and that was the first time I had seen my mum exchange words with someone...She is my hero but that day proved she was human too. (This is however a light case study,wait for part two and three)

LESSON...
     As kids we always paint perfect pictures of people in our head but the reality is that no one person is perfect. My mum is not perfect and your mum is not either. Our parents/heroes don't know everything, they are not always right and they sometimes make bad decisions too because they are human and as humans it's okay to not always have it together(imperfect).
    Heroes are not flawless or perfect. I realize now that what makes them heroes is their ability to stand strong beside us despite their imperfections and constantly doing their best to give us something to look up to,something to motivate us to be a better version of them. I am going to be someone's hero someday and I'm not going to be perfect. To be honest I'm not even close to being half the woman my mother is but in the future I will stand strong for those who will find me a hero and smile like I have everything under control, just so that they have someone/something to look up to.  Heroes are everywhere,they are the people teaching, motivating and touching lives despite their flaws or moment of weakness. Like the woman who will fight you in an Atm queue but sees you on the road,  robbed and injured and she will stop to take you to the hospital, all bills paid and asking for nothing in return (she is a hero that knows how to care but just have no patience) or an arrogant man avoided by most people but constantly he fights and provides for the widows and orphans (he is imperfectly arrogant but perfectly kind at heart). Heroes are human too and this world would have been a horror without them giving us something to look up to,without them giving us time to paint our perfect pictures and giving us the audacity to hope and dream of being perfect,of being just like the way we see them.

LETS TALK....
1. My mum is my hero, who is yours?
2. When did you first realize that your hero was "human" too?
3. How many heroes do you have?
4. Did you ever drop someone off your hero list? -if yes, why?


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