
Your Curse Is Your Clapback
Segun Iwasanmi@iwasanmisegun212159
2 months ago
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"This Thing Called Life" Series —Episode 18
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I did not plan to think deeply today. I only wanted to drop my screening form and leave. Simple task. No drama. But life has its own way of teaching you lessons inside heat, queue and human beings.
OBJ hall was full. I found a seat near the front through the help of one of my course mate (Amapiano) and sat. Nothing special. Just students waiting for their turn, sweating quietly, minding their business. At least most people were.
Except the sister behind me.
From the moment she sat, her mouth picked race. It did not even stretch first. It just started running.
“These ones are sluggish. Why are they so slow? They cannot be sharp. Me, I am sharp. They will soon know. Adeyemi will show them what life looks like. Nonsense people.”
She said all this with the confidence of someone reading morning devotion.
At first I tried to pretend I did not hear her. But she did not stop. Every new person that moved to the front gave her another reason to announce their faults. And she said everything loud enough for half the hall to hear. At one point I turned slightly, not fully, just that kind of turn where your neck wants to warn your mouth. My mind whispered, “Tell her to keep quiet.”
But I knew the result. She would not hear “keep quiet.” She would hear “start battle.” And I did not want to collect my own share of her daily words.
So I stayed silent.
Then the second scene came like it walked into the script deliberately. One of the screening officers sat on the stage. An alhaja was climbing up slowly. Before the woman even reached the table, the officer announced her judgment.
“Pull your cloth up so you won’t fall. I don’t know why she wore that thing. Maybe she used ten yards to sew one long trouble.”
The officer rolled her eyes and shook her head like someone counting sins.
I watched the officer, then my mind went back to the girl behind me. Then my mind left both of them and began traveling. Because these two were not alone. Their tribe is everywhere.
People who speak as if words have no weight. People who insult like they are sprinkling salt. People who clap back before they think. People who call others names without remembering that names carry seeds. And seeds grow.
To be Continued...
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