“I frequently observe that one pretty face would be followed by five and thirty frights.” Jane Austen
From my preteen years, to late teens. I suffered a very horrible skin condition. I would wake up everyday, with new lesions of irritated and broken skin. My poor daddy sought medications, from Asia to the Middle-east, to Europe, to Africa. Yet to no avail. Every medication and ointment, just exacerbated the situation. But as soon as I left for College, the condition began to clear. And eventually left behind, what was really my skin in all its glory. My father was amazed, to say the least. Unbeknownst to me and him, that move was the beginning of a journey to emotional, physical and mental healing.
Now during that period of the then mysterious ailment, I endured the cruel jesting of my peers. But I never felt less than them, just sorrowful. Now truth be told, sometimes I gave back as good as I got. If someone strayed from the topic at hand, to disparage my helpless situation. Then I called their attention, to the gaping defects in themselves that they chose to ignore. I had learned at an early age, that the vilest of unfounded attackers. Could never handle, what they dished out. The loudest mockers, would hang themselves if you even pointed out just one flaw of theirs. Their ridicule was a form of escape, from their unhappy normal. The concept of counting the cost before going to war, eluded most people completely. They intend to swing that ax, that coats their insecurities and then stroll away victorious.
Chances are that every now and then, I do ignore the hapless random hater. Hateful bashing on social media, might be all they have to survive another miserable day. So I kindly let them be. It comes with the territory. But what usually ticks me off, is when the person doing the tell-off is hidden behind a faceless profile or non pragmatic pseudonyms. Please by all means, one should express their point of view and opinion. Everyone is entitled to it. However, if they resort to hateful bashing and irrelevant verbal assault. It would be nice to see them showcase their 10/10 presence, do you not think so?
So back to the skin condition, after many medical tests and intrusions. We (the experts and I) found out that I was allergic to 85% of what I was ingesting, exposed to and not to talk of the toxic people that flanked me. A food type and other forces (which I will not mention here or now), were creating an allergic reaction. Which was exacerbated, by direct rays from the sun and excessive heat. For a teenager, that was hell on earth (amongst other things). I was a walking dead specimen! It was definitely a miracle I lived to tell.
Now some of the elements and food items, I have not completely eliminated. Simply because, they were ingrained in my psyche as a child. So every now and then, I am tempted to munch. But I sure know how to get my act together. For every food, environmental elements and toxic people I eliminated. I bloomed and blossomed each day. Talk of being free indeed! It was like gradually being introduced, anew to yourself. A realness that emerged from a spell induced shroud, that was locked in a cage and physically afflicted. At this blessed rate of realization, I may need no enhancements. Yeah, you heard me. I was born this way, you just did not know it. My dear and close friends, marvel at my little or non-existent beauty regimen. I am eternally grateful and humbled for that predisposition.
I am also a firm believer that a rotten inside, will eventually pollute the outside no matter how much effort is applied externally. So I work from the inside out. Choma Onwudiwe
Recently, I unearthed and identified a scam operation, a network of felons. It was a group of wannabe writers and media enthusiast crooks. They would pay a common criminal and hopeless villain to hack into peoples phones, emails and social media accounts. The intent was to find out what you were not showing or telling them in public. Like that sob-fest you had with your girlfriends, or the whining you subjected your mother to or even the fight you had with your husband. Then they would take these illegally and criminally acquired information and make up convoluted stories while reveling in the invasion of an innocent and decent persons privacy.
My question is; in this day and age of anything goes for a publicity stunt, why not write about those that want it all to hang out there. People who want everyone to know all their personal details. I mean people who crave this attention 24/7. If someone plants all their stuff in your face, then go ahead and have a field day. But to promote and support the hacking of innocent victims as a source of deplorable entertainment is not talent. It is thievery at most. But then again, I suspect I might be the only one who sees it that way. So I will recline to my alien position. And get ready for take off.
Not long ago I overhead a group of females making fun of another female. They called her fat and all what not. Then they went ahead to deride the persons very essence just because... They had never met the person, never spoken to the person but knew for sure why the person was fat and what they needed to do to themselves. It never occurred to them, that maybe not one size fits all. Maybe they are not fat, you just see them from your skeletal point of view. Or maybe even more scarier; it might be a physical condition triggered by illness or ailments. Their cheap and lack-luster taunt, only displayed their inner struggle with self hatred.
I struggled with stepping into the situation, not just because of the unfounded ridicule. But because of the perpetrators. They were tipping over the scale of assessment, to the negative. And yet they had something, to say to another person? Incredible. I told you guys, it is a messed up world and I intend to check out. So did I leave it alone? Yes I did. But here is what I meant to say to their pathetic gloats: "You amoebic neanderthal bordering on a bloodline with godzilla, how dare you laugh at people...?" I did not say anything though. You should be proud of me. What is the point, lets keep them local and irrelevant. No need to globalize nonsense.
I have a dream also... That one day, people would be judged by the content of their character and positively valuable contribution to an already wobbly society. Because in the end, stick legs or huge thighs we all want a conducive existence. Peace.