Some time in the past, I had three intimate friends, Shy, Timid and Excuse.Their love for me was evident. My love for them was axiomatic. With them, I never lacked food, clothing or shelter. Shy fed me daily with negative muses. Timid clothed me per time with fabrics that were finely weaved to shield me from opportunities. Excuse was always swift to build me a castle whenever I visited uncommon places.
The trio was so wonderful that they often went out of their way to frustrate whatever tried to force me out of my comfort zone. I cherished our friendship and they knew I did. They promised to be with me forever.
Unfortunately, after few years, our relationship hit the rock. It went sour the very day I wore a gown made by courage. The gown was bedazzled with confidence that everyone noticed me.The unmatched embroidery of esteem didn’t fail to call out opportunities. My friends said the gown wasn’t fit for me but I was sure I felt peace wearing it.They disliked the exposure but I was certain it gave me composure. They could not stand the radiance so I knew it was time for riddance.
Excuse could not hide her disappointment when I refused her castle. Timid was bathed in pains as she saw me exposed to myriads of opportunities. Shy’s eyes were filled with tears and in a quivering voice she muttered the words “Are you really leaving us?” It really did hurt to see them walk away reluctantly but I knew I had gotten something better.
I struggled to say “farewell” but truth be told, it was my favourite goodbye.
Ibe Blessing
