We have all been rejected in one way or the other, either by people we know or outsider, those close to us or stranger, but the rejection by people we hold dear to our heart pains in a different way, we would end up questioning our sanity, if we have loved the wrong way or the wrong person.
Personally I have had different encounter as touching rejections; Rejection by classmates who look down one me as per the class of family I am from not willing to accept me in to their fold, by relatives who sees me and my siblings as so to be burden and don't wish to forster any closeness to prevent us asking for any help.
Loved one who I hold so dear to my heart having shared dreams, visions and aspiration of the picture of what the future we want together would look like but who along the way chose to go with another, the pain, the hurt, oh man i cried.
But of all these experiences the one that hit me the hardest by someone I called a friend, his name is Isaac, we go way back since primary school. I would spend weekend and atimes holidays at his parent house and he at mine, through secondary school days and even higher institution, I attended a university while he went to a polytechnic but still we catch up often.
Then after school, adulthood sets in, no more pocket money as usual from our parents, I went out hustling and most times I shared whatever I got with my friends, boys have got to survive now. Couple of years ago my friend got an accounting job in Abuja, I was happy him, aside taking him out to an eatery to celebrate it, I gave him some of my cooperate dress for ease of work while he get himself together at the new place.
Long story short, about 5years ago I was called for an impromptu interview at a firm in Wuse area in Abuja, I contacted my friend so as to stay up with him for the duration of the interview, he was unreachable and when I got through to him, he wasn't responding well, I thought its work, so I dropped a message in his box, then I asked his sibling who went on a visit to his place his address, then I took a night bus to Abuja.
I got to Abuja quite early, so I freshened-up (wash-hand wash-leg style) at the garage and had a change of dress then went off to the the interview location after having been put through by the people in the garage, by evening I was through with the interview, they said they will get back to us in about a month. Having mingled with guys at the interview venues, a guy I met there volunteer to take me to the address where my friend is, on getting to the gate talking to the gateman I sighted Issac coming towards the gate I was smiling, calling his name and have even opened my hands out for an embrace, loo and behold Isaac just passed by me like he didn't know me, the gateman even called his name to tell him he was the one I came for, Isaac stopped a cab and went off, I had to squat with the guy from the interview for the night before I traveled back to my base the next day.
The pain of been rejected by someone I think was my friend, a person I had sacrificed a lot for, only for him to get up a bit in the ladder of life and act like we never knew ourselves. For weeks I kept to myself, atimes replaying the senerio over and over again, I couldn't understand what was it I did wrong, it pained me, I question God why he didn't bless me with a good job so a friend wouldn't look down on me.
Did I get over it and healed up, yes, with time I got over it by opening up to one of our mutual friend who told me he has had similar experience with Isaac, on hearing that it relieved me of some pain. I started going out and mixing with people. I never let the situation I had with Isaac affects the way I relate with people and make new friends only that I am cautious with how much I rely on or my expectation of them. (Isaac came back few months after bringing up one flimsy excuses, I just wave it off and kept my distance since then, we only relate on hi hi now, I am not ready for a part 2).
This write-up was inspired by @hivelearner Community Contest One Week33 titled **Rejection, situation that brought about the rejection and how we got over it.
