I've never thought about this until hive ghana brought up this prompt. I've always prided myself about never having issues with people, but when I think about it, the reason I don't usually have issues with people is because I don't allow them to come close enough. This includes my neighbors. I try to avoid problems a lot and this has made me not to be familiar with my neighbors. My compound has eight apartments, and there are compounds and stores just outside it. In my street there's only one person I can consider an acquaintance and that's because I've known him for about 5 years.
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I think the reason I do not relate so well with my neighbors is because I've refused to identify with my neighborhood. Not that My neighborhood is bad and all, but most of the people in that neighborhood were born and brought up there having only experienced life in that environment and making them limited in a lot of ways. I think what I'm trying to say is that I do not see the majority of the people in my neighborhood as those that can affect my life positively. This might sound like I'm proud, but sincerely I think it's okay. I think my life would be easier if the people I let into my life are those that can affect it positively.
Let's start with the fact that those in my compound only care about spending money. Now you see why we can't be that close. A lot of them live above their means, and those that don't spend their time doing nothing and hoping manners will fall from the sky. While the ones that would have made friends love drinking something I don't do. Well there was a time one of my neighbors was trying to get close to me. She was close to my roommate when we lived together and thought I was like that. The difference between my roommate and I is simply that he's talkative and I am not. And I guess that was the reason that woman was very close to him.
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Seeing I wasn't talkative from how oddly quiet I would be when she's trying to strike a conversation made her stay away. But it also meant that she stopped giving me food as she did when my roommate was around. She would give us food at least twice a week and it was usually a life saver for us. When she stopped I felt bad, but there was nothing I could do seeing I couldn't decide to be something I'm not especially not because of food. So I did what I was best at, which is helping as an act of service. I was at home that day and she was telling her daughter to get garri on credit from a nearby shop because she wasn't having the money at that time. I quickly got up on hearing her and gave her daughter the money. The next day she came knocking on my door with a plate of food 😂.
THIS IS MY RESPONSE TO HIVE GHANA PROMPT FOR THE WEEK.
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