12/07/2022
REAL-LIFE STORY
In my secondary school days, I lived in the hostel. Every Saturday night, we used to go for social gatherings. πππ
I was in Junior secondary school when this particular incident occurred. I was calm and softπ but I could represent my hostel block( blue house) in competitions at the social gathering and I was performing wellπ. I could face the crowd without being unstable.
Then one particular night, at the social gathering, I decided to try something unusualπ€ π€ . Normally, I no too sabi dance πbut that night I motivated myself. I was like "Kudi, maybe you can dance, maybe it's just you that feels you can't dance. Come on, you can do it!ππ"
Lorokan shaπ€, I joined some other girls to dance on the stage. Omo! The gbedu was brain-bursting! phiam! the spirit of dance rested upon me and I danced like I was going to be paid for it.ππππΊπΊπΊI was throwing my hands,πΊlegs,π shaking my head. In my mind, I was like "correct!" "you're digging it baby".ππππ
Seeing my school mom and her friends laughingππ€£ so hard in the audience, strengthened πͺme the more(omo kekere ara mi). Naso, I put more energy. I danced all the dances I had never danced. πππ
Then I saw my school mom walking π π up to the stage. In my mind "wow!ππ my school mom is coming to hail me, I must be dancing well" She walked up to me, grabbed my hands, and said, "Kudi, wa lo Joko, otito" (Kudi, come and sit down, e don do) Na there I know say I bin dey dance nonsense and nonsensical since morning.π€£π€£πππππππ
Nobody should judge me by my past o, I sabi dance small now. I can milegbelegbeππππΆββοΈπΆββοΈπΆββοΈπΆββοΈπΆββοΈπΆββοΈπΆββοΈ