Value Your Identity

The calm waves breathed another brief stroke of the beautiful breeze that morning. It's uneventful until one tall lanky sunburnt fellow walks to the gates of the linguist's house.  The linguist, an affable friendly son of Kwesibankyé, is a returnee with the accolade of a polyglot who has his way with languages.
I was a bit surprised how the stranger, was able to locate our Linguist's house. And his ability to to locate his way to the linguist gates reduces our guesswork as we thought he was a regular guest. But from the strange aura surrounding him, signals that the man has news for our ears.
Before everybody could begin the day, they directed a certain amount of attention to observe the man from a calculated distance.

This man who shouted agoo! Agoo!! at the gates, before being ushered into the house by one of the linguist's sons, after taking three steps ceased to move. He stood in the middle of the house as if being commanded by the Gods of the land. Then we saw his eyes widely opened as if counting every fly passing in the house. His eyes appeared desperate and looked a bit tensed and stressed but were daringly darting from left to right as if he has been possessed by a fetish spirit and had a heavenly dispensation to seek deeper meaning from the linguist's household. But the manner in which his Iris kept dancing with the shades of uneven patterns informed us of an urgent message.

Then he moved forward momentarily and weaved an artificial smile on his face and greeted the linguist and members of his household who were by now caught in the spectacle of the moment.

An uneasy calm of respite returned when the stranger by name Kweku Asempa son of Odumankuma started charting normally. But it appeared the crowd who had mix feelings by now were a bit confused about what Kweku just did and it's amazing how some of the expectant crowd just tagged him as being incorrect and mentally ill...

Although this may not be exactly the narrative of how we sometimes perceive some strangers, I think it's time to ask ourselves how we perceive ourselves and how others think of us.

So what do people say you are?
What does your close associate say about you in your absence?
And what do you tell yourself every morning?
How do you describe your character?
Does it matter to you how others describe you?

I may not know how you come across with others or how they perceive you.
I may not understand all the circumstances surrounding your encounters in these spaces.
And even though, we might try to understand who we are and respect or disregard the assessment others make about us, we have a duty to value our identity.
It is a fact our personality, physical appearance, and the first impression we make on people count.
But even then, we all still have a responsibility to learn the subtle language of the intent and interests of these perspectives and live our values. Your identify is a beautiful one, keep being your best version.
Remain Blessed.
Greetings
©KYB ✍🏿 23/10/19