I love wearing heels 👠. Until a few years ago, I never owned a single pair of flats. I am a shoe woman, and it’s heels—as high as I can walk in sometimes.
Have you realized how, when a lion roars, it’s as if they have a microphone hidden somewhere in their throats? So it is when a mature cow moos or a huge ram bleats. I don’t like animals as pets, though I can admire them from a distance and be like, “Aww, they are so cute.” I am the reason my kids don’t own a dog, so they console themselves by finding snails, giving them names, and refusing to let these snails go their way.
The Embarrassing Incident
You don’t know where I’m going with this? Don’t worry, read on. It’s because the story I’m about to tell is a bit—no, a lot—embarrassing. Hence the delay!
Last year, a neighbor got a ram he was going to send to his parents. He tied it down and would feed it every day. My family and I attended a party, and it was fun. Everyone was excited, and the excitement wasn’t going to end after the party ended, so we decided that evening to still go have a bit of fun before retiring home.
We were going to pick something up quickly at home, and I volunteered to go get it while everybody waited in the car outside the gate. Unbeknownst to me, the ram had untied itself and was standing by our gate. I stepped out in my heels, walking like the queen that I am. If you know me, I love to shako, I waka well.
The Ram Incident
I didn’t know there was anything with me in the compound. The ram made a bleating sound, and I looked back and saw it running toward me. I panicked. Ram? From where, bikonu? I ran for dear life. Have I told you, friends, that I used to sprint as a little girl? Well, that night, Usain Bolt had nothing on me because that long-lost talent came back, and my pair of heels flew in their own direction – everyone for himself, o jare. One “heely” 👠 cannot come and slow me down.
I wasn’t quiet, oh no. I screamed, “Help… help!” Have I told you again that I have a very loud voice naturally? When we panic, we lose all sense of reasoning. I didn’t give myself the time to think. I’m a deep thinker, but not in this situation. I didn’t remember that it was in the evening and that I live in a quiet neighborhood. Damn that sht,* a huge Salah ram was after me. It had horns and hooves – that was all I thought.
I don’t know how I ran around and returned to the gate, opened it quickly, and stepped outside barefooted. Then I pretended all was well because of my kids. One look at me, and my Bobo knew this woman was at it again. He walked closer, and I was like, “Babe, the ram is after me.”
Good man, he didn’t laugh at me, like you are doing right now. He followed me and said, “Which ram? What ram?” We went back into the compound, and the ram did come to say hello to him too. He pulled me behind him and stood firmly in front with a punch-ready fist. The ram wasn’t trying to attack anyone, and I gave myself undue exercise over nothing.
The Lesson
Well, long story short, since the ram didn’t really come to attack me or anyone, my husband told me to go pick up the stuff we came home for while he looked for my traitor heels 👠.
Now, this only shows how human beings respond to what they perceive and not what is factual and real. We respond to our beliefs and not really what is true.
A woman who does not believe she’s lovable, for whatever reason, will always suspect every act of kindness toward her. I used to wonder why a friend of mine didn’t believe an act of kindness toward her could be without ulterior motives until I realized she didn’t think anyone could love her. She doesn’t even believe she is beautiful, and so if you tell her the truth – because she is actually beautiful – she will brush it off.
How many times have you judged your spouse by your fears? For example, by your beliefs? Or your perception? You tell yourself words like, “He/she is going to do this; it’s the way men/women do, so let me be prepared.” You haven’t had a heart-to-heart talk and truly found out what’s going on with them or what they think. You make your own conclusions and start acting up.
Your interpretation of their actions, your perception of them, or what they did may not be real or true. You may be disturbing your beautiful life when there is nothing to actually be worrying about. Sometimes, you only need to wait, ask, and talk before you make your conclusions. Make life a lot easier and save yourself some heartache.