It was 2:30am in the morning and getting my eyes to close was a problem I was trying to fight at that time. I intentionally stayed up late to wake my younger brother via a phone call so he wakes up at his apartment in school to do some revision for his next paper whom I tried to call severally and there was no answer (the usual deep sleeper was at it again), the thoughts of having to let him be and just stop calling his phone came to mind severally but then I became really worried; what if I let him sleep and he doesn’t get to revise his books till morning? So I called his neighbor and thankfully he answered on the first ring and helped wake the ‘deep sleeper’. Eventually ‘oga’ answered his call and I decided to sleep (for where?) but couldn’t get my eyes to close.
In other to wait on queue for it to get to my turn to finally fall asleep; I did the next normal thing most people in my shoes would do…. I picked up my phone again and then I started scrolling through old pictures on my facebook album far back as 2009/2010 (I don’t even know how I got there). I realized how much had changed both in my physique and the mentality I had as at then. Looking from the pictures I flashed back immediately to those moments.
There was something that struck me first when I looked through the pictures and that was my (I nor send) amateur makeup of drawing my eye brows in a single line stroke in the ‘unfleekest’ manner with the same black colour pencil I would not even consider using now on my face and how I felt really cool and happy posing for those pictures…. Then I went further to also notice how really slim I looked then though I already acquired the nickname (orobo) at that time but I looked really skinny (compared to now, lol) but that was the point it struck me that things had indeed changed and the difference between then and now is majorly the crave to please people in other to get accepted and be ‘among’ those that ‘represent’.
It didn’t matter who had the ‘fleekest’ makeup, the latest hair, the perfect selfie, the right filter or who had the coolest rides… unlike now that you can almost not hit the road unless you have spent minutes to hours in front of the mirror trying to get the ‘fleek’ on or snapping a selfie 20 times before getting the near perfect one and filtering the originality out of it or when it’s a big deal to snap a picture that looks almost good and feeling cool to post it with the hashtag #nofilter (hehehehehe-guilty) or how attentive we have to be to trends in other to feel ‘among’ and garner as much ‘likes’ and ‘comments’ as possible on our posts.
What happened to when we gave all of these unnecessary accomplishments (if I’m permitted to call it that) an ‘I don’t care attitude’ and concentrated more on our goals and what we were eager to become from our own sense of reasoning and personal acceptance and not from the expectations of other people or what they will think and how they see things from their own view?
With the thoughts playing in my head while I still had my phone in my hand, the much awaited sleep finally came knocking, so I got on the bus and boarded to dreamland….
Stay tuned to SIDETALKS!!
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