I'll try to make this short, but you know it's balls right? Lolz... I always plan on starting short but always end up long.
You see this my high-ended way of empathic understanding and diplomacy in conflict resolution ehn, if you know the story of how e take start ehn... 🤣😂🤣😂
Two scenarios;
Scenario 1.
Primary school. My 'lepa' stature has been since when I was a kid. After assembly meeting one morning, I stayed back to lazy my way up the staircase to class. The iron staircase rail was always cold in the mornings, so I loved walking by the rails, rubbing my body on it as I climbed the stairs.
Ah! 😤🙆🏼♂️🤧 Well. It turned out for good Sha. Lemme continue. May we not use disgrace and be learning lessons o 🤣😂🤣😂.
That was how one girl, with 'thick' African body decided to also play with the iron rail that morning. 😤😤😤 Wait na. Don't laugh.🤣😂🤣😂🤣 No yabs o. I'm describing things the way it was.
You know primary school and all those childish egos we carried like inheritance from ancestors that could not be tampered with. That was how we started with rubbish argument o.
"Shift na. You met me on the rail first."
"You shift. You met me here."
"Oya count the number of stairs you have climbed. Who climb pass?"
And walahi, I gentle o. I no know where agidi take enter my body that day. That day sha, I decided to die there. Chai... And I die well.
Sebi it's just for me to step aside, she pass, I continue my waka. But mba. Me I was already looking at her like, "see this big somebody o. It's two seconds I'll use to end this your trouble."
Sincerely, she was this quiet type too. She hardly talked in class, had few friends, and hardly played. So me, mumu me, I don dey reason am like ajebo. I no know sey na full street I jam that day. Like full complete Yoruba street with hot pepper craze.
I don't know how contact was made. I honestly can't remember how we transited from verbal exchange to physical scuffle. All I remember was that I was dragged up the staircase to the door of my class, and while I was still trying to save my face by fighting back, I was on the ground, with Abeni sitting gallantly on my belly. Lucky me, she didn't hit with her fist.
Na there sense begin come small small. That angel just whisper quietly,
"Oh boy, if you like the remaining 5% rep wey remain, no just struggle. Just surrender."
Trust devil na, he cannot carry last. Him self enter all the Peters in class.
"Ah! Girl dey beat you! You cannot fight? Do your own back na. Give her blow na. Do this one na... Do that one na..."
Emi. Me that knew how many bones I had in my body and how it was my skin that was holding them together. I should do what? With heavy somebody like this on top of me already. No o... My sense kuku decided to be spirit-led that day.
I just looked her straight inside her eyes and did my face like pikin begging for breast milk, and used my soft voice, (by this time, all the gra gra don run comot for my body).
"I'm sorry."
She just looked at me with this eye of "You get luck today. You for try yourself," and got up, dusted herself, smiled like the winch that she was, and walked away.
Me, I sha got up and dusted my clothes. But the shame ehn... God... Chai... All those students for primary school na winches sha.
You know what pains the most in all these fights? It's not the beating or the losing o. Na all those Judas Iscariots wey go come dey laugh. Na that laugh gan gan dey enter bone pass. Just forget those demons in small skins that will now choose to do the live replay of the fight in front of the class during break time.
We became tight friends before we left primary school though. She later got to show her true self. The girl no gentle at all. All those quiet quiet, all na packaging (Or thinking of it, she was probably herself when she was with her close pals). The girl na full street. But I got to enjoy that 'street' part of her though. At least some of my break times were spent with a little craze company, unlike when I had to eat lunch all by myself.
But since then, my brain dey always tell me. "Bro... No go fiek up o. Find alternative o. Gra gra no go solve issues o. Na complicate e go complicate am for you o."
As for scenario two, lemme just say, "Wahala no good. Solve your issues amicably." 😂🤣😂 Isnur in my mouth you will hear that I collect beating in front of my crush. 🤧🤧🤧And for what? Crush wey no even still reason me. 😑😑😑
Na since small I don get the sense o.
Now that we are grown, we just polish these learned skills with professional knowledge and terms, find societal applications, and also train people on how to resolve conflicts in both the corporate and personal worlds.
My testimonials speak for me. I stopped preaching a long time ago. Now I live out my gospel. Check out with my colleagues, past and present, and you'll get to find out that one can resolve conflicts without tearing singlet like Lagos agbero, and still form great bonds with supposed conflict partners.
This life no hard at all.
Enjoy the breeze that is blowing while it lasts.
Peace, people.
Peace.
✌🏻💚💚✌🏻
