My mum used to teach me how to deal with my "anger issues"
Back then, her most used quotes were;
"Count to ten, Amara. Always count..."
"Think before you talk. Don't just open your mouth waaaaaaaaa"
"Common sense should tell you that not everybody has sense"
"Nwa, try to understand. Understand where they are coming from"
"Lashing out at people won't get you anywhere in life. You need to learn how to control yourself. You're a woman!"
"Breath, deep breath...."
I breath, deep ones, filling my lungs with air. Following her advice.
"People will say A and you'll start thinking Z. This your mindset ehnnn!"
It was always about understanding. Seeing it from their point of view.
I should do this for her. I was, taught manners.
I turn around, and sitting right there is a middle aged man. Our eyes meet.
"Baby'm" He says with a heavy Igbo accent.
My eyes widens. No!
I pick my bag and I can't hurry out fast enough.
"Amara" The pastor calls "Amarachukwu!"
I stop and turn. I feel nauseous.
He picks up a paper and begins reading.
"Hmm" He nods, still reading "He's perfect for you" He says.
No It can't be me.
"He's rich" He reads the paper out loud for me "He's been to Dubai, Malaysia, Vietnam, Indonesia. He's travelled far and he's a business man. To make it even better, you guys are from the same state. The same local government. His mom is from your village" He looks at me "He can really take care of you"
My mom's voice comes back again.
"The Bible says touch not my anointed and do my prophets no harm..."
I turn around again and continue my walk.
When I'm near the doors, I hear something.
"I told you. The girls from my place are very, very, stubborn"
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