I recently went for a program. I had a few secondary school girls seated in front of me. They were so self-conscious. Body tingling. Constantly adjusting their dresses and trying to sit pretty. Turns out I could relate. I couldn’t stop smiling at their acts. At that age, I always felt as though I was under scrutiny. All eyes on me. But as I grew older, I noticed that most people don’t give a damn. Nobody really cares as long as you’re not a nuisance to them at the time. But let’s say they even notice you, say like in this large crowd right now, you’re forgotten once the crowd is dispersed, and so are your formings. However, the few people who hope to have a lasting impression of you will actually approach you, especially with hopes to keep contact. If only they knew.
The salient lesson today is this, do what you should do at a particular age. If you refuse to, let it be on your own terms. So that when you see the younger generation doing it, pepper body no go come start o. Feel what you should feel at every point. So that you won’t try to undermine what people that age feel when you outgrow that age. Na so beef dey take start o.
I know what I’m saying o. E go pain you if you been no follow do o. But if you’d had your fill, you’ll only assume an advisory role. Every younger generation hopes for an adviser not a beefer.