My mum used to call me ‘Ílé ncha‘
If you speak Yoruba, you might already know what that means.
It was her way of saying that I talk a lot
I always understood that and partly agreed.
And each time she said it in a teasing or scolding manner, I laugh it off or simply keep silent depending on the mood.
Recently an experience deepened my understanding of it.
‘𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨’
In this particular experience, it was to me what I define as ‘call and response‘
You say something to me, I respond.
Always.
Especially if there is a misunderstanding or assumptions.
I will correct it.
I don’t interrupt but i don’t let things hang in the air either.
Exercising silence is not my biggest virtue.
Although seeking to gain or give clarity and have a dialogue can be noble.
In some situations, it isn’t very much necessary.
Sometimes, silence is just enough.
Well, I’m realizing now it’s something that I’m potentially struggling with.
A flaw.
And this flaw of mine, as i now recognize it, has almost cost me my job.
Lesson to take : Sometimes, It’s only when a consequence of your action occur, that a deeper understanding/truth about you is revealed
ELLA SOFTLY 