“Asake, what is even wrong with you?” Mosunmola asked, her face tight with concern. “Why do you like to put others first before yourself? I just saw you ranting to Joy, yet a few minutes ago you were busy trying to please Faith. What’s up with this double character you’re playing?”
Asake sighed deeply. “You know Joy is my sister—she’ll understand but people from afar? I gats act considerate now. It’s just a normal thing.”
Mosunmola stood up slowly and nodded her head. “Sincerely, I don’t know what’s wrong with you. Just a few days ago, we were trying to figure out how to clear your debts, and now you’re here promising someone something you don’t even have?”
Asake looked down, fiddling with her fingers. “You know I don’t want them saying things about me. You know how people can be—‘she calls herself a Christian,’ blah, blah, blah. I’m not ready for drama.”
Mosunmola sighed. “You see that drama you’re trying to avoid? You’ll still act it because tell me, where were they when you were soaking garri yesterday? Where were they when your eyes were soaked in tears, quietly begging God for a sign? Where were they when you were drowning in financial debt and reached out but got silence in return? Where were they?”
We live in a world where Christians now think they must play savior to everyone. I’m not saying you shouldn’t help others, but don’t let pressure push you beyond your capacity.
You owe no one endless explanations. You have a right to your peace, your rest, and your boundaries.
Be discreet. Be wise. Be kind but don’t lose yourself trying to please people.Help where? When and how you can, but never out of guilt. Love people, but don’t forget yourself.
Because sometimes, the same people you’re breaking your back for will still ask—“What did she even achieve?”
Protect your peace. Protect your sanity.
Be wise.
Temilade Alokan
Light Lamp
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