"Even the person who has a short memory will never forget an act of kindness done to him or her." I say this because every act of kindness done to us goes a long way in which it registers in our mind and implies that even when we see another person receiving such an act, our mind travels back to that person who has been kind to us.
Hello, everyone, welcome to my blog. My name is Fashtioluwa, hive's favorite alien from Mars. Today, I will share with you a moment of kindness I can never forget. Now sit back and enjoy what you are about to read.
Growing up, I have never received a birthday gift or held a birthday party. Most of the time, we just celebrate each other within the confinement of my family. We do it in a big way, but just us, the moment you eat the chicken and everyone is done praying for you, you just have to take that as your birthday gift.
I shared this experience with a friend in senior secondary school during one of our unserious discussion, it wasn't a discussion per say because we were talking about different thing and one thing led to another, the word was said and that was it.
It was my birthday again, I already left home for school with the excitement of going back home to eat chicken because its a tradition we celebrate everyone birthday with a chicken. I got to school and some of my friends wished me a happy birthday. It was like all other birthday until it was break time and my two best friends (Smart and Leonard) walked up to me with a black nylon and said "This is your birthday gift"
At first, I wasn't understanding what was going on nor did I know how to react or what to say. I took the nylon from them and inside it was a nice customized traditional wear. The cloth was of high value and the making wasn't China.
I was so happy about this gift, I thanked them. Took the cloth home and showed my mom. She was happy for me and I wore that cloth even in my university days.
The pain I try to forget.
It's fine to forgive, in fact forgiving is divine because it is an act God can do which you can also do but forgeting is the part that very difficult.
In my junior high school, I was more like a loser because I did almost everything wrong or let me say, everything I did was wrong in the eyes of a girl in my class. I chose not to say her name but let's call her Tessy.
Tessy was a very beautiful girl that even boys from the senior class come to our class to have conversation with her and this made her the little boss lady of the class. As fate would have it, I was ask to be her seating partner because our chair are two seat chair meaning you have to share with someone.
Tessy who already disliked me didn't want to seat with me and kept reporting me to the teacher and her gang of girls. One day, I did not know what I did wrong but she was so angry, she started saying "You are smelling. Did you not take your bath? Why am I seating with this pig?" I said nothing because I was trying not to offend her. She then took sachet water and pour it on me.
My cloth was soaked but I couldn't do anything. Some of my classmate who I thought had my back looked away and others were laughing.
To cut the long story short, I couldn't report so I let it slide, I have forgiven her.
Thanks for reading.
