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That title was so me Walahi ๐๐๐๐ . I can sweat small stuff, how people look at me? Would I say the wrong thing, why didn’t I react this way or that way? Why am I so slow??? I found myself blaming myself, honestly I would not say I am over blaming myself for everything but I am taking it one step at a time.
When I came to resume my assignment at obodo oyinbo, I thought it was my fault my line manager was racist ,it was my fault, it affected my thinking and how I saw things, when I get on the train and someone is staring I will think it was bcos I was black, I started to sweat the small stuff, my ears will pick up anytime they say anything about Africans, when I get into a store I would be racially profiled and my Dada was not making it easy, for my first months I spent so much time sweating the small stuff and didn’t look at the big picture and what I was missing out on.

Yes I am black, yes they will look at me funny, yes I would be racially profiled, yes my line manager is borderline racist but the day I told myself it didn’t matter (trust me it came with loads of pain and tears) why sweat on things I cannot change, why sweat on the little things? Why make those little things steal my joy? Why will the lady at the counter make me feel I do not deserve to look at a pair of glasses cos I am black? It is not my problem, it is hers…

Can someone join me in my journey not to sweat the small stuff? The things beyond our control? Can we just stop thinking about how people look at us or what they think about us? When I stopped putting my focus on what my line manager thought and started to focus on the bigger outcome, she lost her power over me and you know what? She now belongs to the small stuff I do not sweat about…
Yours sincerely
CIA
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