It takes great maturity to admit that you've got a shameful flaw. Something like, finding out you're a Hater.
I've just admitted that, so on the bright side, you can call me mature 😉☺️.
I'm seeing several definitions of the word/slang; Hater, online and I normally wouldn't refer to myself that way but how else could you explain scrolling through Instagram, seeing someone's picture and it's so fire🔥🔥🔥! Then you ask yourself what is this one even feeling like sef, and you immediate go and unfollow them? 🙈
I hit that unfollow button so hard you'd think I was going to break my phone's screen!
Then as I continued to scroll down while internally rolling my eyes, I asked myself but Nwando, why? Are you a hater?
Well it looks like I am.
Or maybe it's that I'd just walked pass a mirror and caught a glimpse of my drawn bare face which I had meticulously made up an hour ago, makeup that been wiped away by stress, stress caused demanding customers and PHCN living down to our expectations. Maybe it's because pains in my left knee had caused me to limp like an addled old wench. Or then again, maybe it's because I feel long overdue for a vacation and can't take one at the moment, and someone has the effrontery to be lounging on a chaise longue by a pool, soaking up the cool sun and no doubt drinking a chilled cocktail with a very pretentious name 😡😡😡.
In any case, rebuking the spirit of hateration I quickly scrolled back up and opened her page and followed her back like my success in life depended on it.
I'm proud to say, I'm no longer a hater. ☺️🙊🙋
Shout out to @ugonnaomeruo. She's one of those people whose sense of style I strongly admire, mostly because I don't think I can ever be brave enough to wear some rather interesting pieces that she dons, like Nkiruka Anumudu whom I just love, by the way!
So you tell me, what's the one flaw you're absolutely ashamed to admit to people?