There are a lot more colours in the palette than blue But we are so stuck trying to ignore the hue we are so rigid with our thoughts Ever so ready to drown any perception reality knew.
I still remember the day hope died she wore the mask of a girl who had just been raped blood pouring down her invaded legs barely trying to breathe and remain afloat but then society came, Throwing shades and justifications That should have never surfaced.
I still remember the day silence was born it was in the form of a child who had no voice just eyes to see and ears to hear hear and feel all that she could not tell. because sometimes Talking it out, just didn’t work out especially when it’s with the wrong people.
I remember when I met fear tears threatening to set the dam open let the alarm scream out all the thoughts lips just could not. Restrictions like shackles tied to feets and legs society’s wrong definition of lifestyle kept blurring the lines.
If Depression, Anxiety, stress or any other issue had an expiry date or a particular stereotype on who could or could not be hit with its fangs then death would only be limited to adults.
Nowadays the line has been blurred there are too many sides to one story and sometimes i wonder where do we all stand in this disaster? Is this really the society we hope will protect our very own offsprings?
It’s no secret that over the years social media has drastically gained more influence in the real world, it has gotten to a point that the virtual world is gaining more importance than our reality.
With the advent of apps like Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, What’s app, YouTube and tiktok, Social media has not only become a very effective means of communication and expression, but it has also become a means of productivity and is slowly becoming a platform that will house many careers.
Over the years, Social media has housed two kinds of people — the Consumers and the Creators,The consumers are people who take in content from social media by watching, reading, listening and many more, On this blog post I will be focusing on how the content creators, majorly ‘the phone pressinggeneration‘, are making careers from social media.
It’s safe to say that social media has become a market place, where everyone is willing to sell their content to anyone who is willing tobuy.
Now, content creators are people who create content like Videos,blogs,promotional shoots, and literary works. These contents which are consumed daily by billions of people all over the world have become a source of income and a career for various youths, teenagers and even aldults as at now.
Nowadays, We have Influencers, Bloggers,YouTubers, Digital Marketers,Social media managers, Entrepreneurs,Brand promoters and influencers,whose income is generated from social media.
More than 60% of the phone pressing generation aren’t waiting their time, they are investing their energy to becoming creators that can create content that is monetizable.
So, Shout out to every Entrepreneur, Blogger, YouTuber, Writer, Digital marketer, influencer, social media manager and many more, who spend days, weeks, months Continuously turning their energy into monetizable content. And constantly trying to put their content forward to an audience! You are doing a great Job!
Whether you are where you want to be,trying to get there, or struggling to build an audience for yourself within your chosen niche, You can achieve it. Hard work and consistency is the best way to grow, The road to building your audience is a rough one, you will meet different kinds of people,Some will love your content, other’s will not, stay true to who you really are, because once you understand that your content and what you have to offer is not for everyone, and cannot be appreciated by everyone, you will be able to reach your target audience!
Growing up, I heard about history, the colonization of Africans, the slave trades, suffering, brutality, battery and let’s not forget the inhumane discrimination that has crawled into the present time.
I grew up into a world of told and untold stories, A world that has continuously downcasted the dark skinned and portrayed them wrongly.
But, how exactly can I blame the present generation for not understanding the depth and weight of the past that is on our shoulders? when the only thing we can point out are the invisible shackles on our thin wrists, shackles we have visualised for so long and cannot seem to break from.
Growing up,we were taught the language of silence,No one understands you, so keep it to yourself. Silence was the only music our ears had ever heard, whether it was to not appear weak, or whether it was to not appear violent, Our limbs had stayed on our lips. successfully shutting the chain of words that screamed to be heard.
Growing up and walking into society, Perfectionists sang on every side, and Even amongst our own kind We were treated differently. Why though? why do we continuously have to remind ourself that black is beautiful, why is it not just an untold fact, like all the stories we were forced to keep in our wounded hearts, stories from the past that plague the present and threaten the future.
We are creatives, Legacies like blood pumping in our “go getter veins”, Fighters with no ammunition’s but the burning desire to create change. Growing up, I was given so many reasons to feel insecure, You know when there are so many reasons to give up, but you choose to continue moving? that was how I felt when I decided to be comfortable in my own skin!
Black is beautiful, black is bold. Black is strong and Black is Vibrant.
I came from a society whose only future for girl’s was to get settled at a particular age, or else they were hounded and even though the present age is slowly changing, that mentality is still there, I came from a society who is more than ready to judge and criticize your every move. So we cover our mistakes, paint our flaws and hide our imperfections, I came from a society where a parent does not know their own child.
I came from a society where “Silence is golden” The kind of golden that taints you from inside and ruins your black. it swallows your words and sings the songs of silence like lullabies of old. I am not ranting, I am simply Expressing the thoughts you were at a loss of words to say.
I came from a society where so much is expected but so little given, where dreams weigh like heavy bricks and no one is willing to move till the lights turn green. Each person a bigger coward than the last. the fear of risk worse than death itself.
Being an African, I have never had that feeling of not being comfortable in my own skin, probably because I have never left my own city? but even that cannot justify it, I myself have seen people blame their skin color for their lack of progress.
“I lost my job cause the other candidate was fairer and finer”
“It was based on favoritism”
“Everyone wants a fair skinned girl”
Heck! I came from a Race where people killed their dreams before they even slept! where people drowned before they got to water! I came from a Race who was portrayed as weak because they refuse to let go of a stigma that has clouded their eyes. I came from a society full of strong people with weak minds!
I came from a society where people would rather Read books than write them! Where people were less concerned about important issues because they believed it did not exist
Where mental health is not a thing and one is asking for attention if they point it out! where depression is “Old talk” and stereotypes are walking around! Where women are forced to bring out the strong feminism in them because of patriarchy!
I came from there. But I made sure not to remain there, not in that society, I meant I made sure I did not let that mentality rub off on me! I could be what ever I wanted!
You! You don’t get to choose what race or society you are put in! but You get to choose what you make of those remains or pieces.
You get to choose how you react to those situations or those thoughts. You get to choose whether you wait for the light to go green? or you get out of that car and run, and if hurdles slwo you down walk and if your legs weaken, crawl and when you can no longer crawl, move. Don’t just change the world! Be the change!
Be the start of that Era our silence screams for! You are Unique, Strong, Bold,Vibrant, creative, Productive, Beautiful and BLACK
Give yourself credit!
I wrote a poem concerning this, titled NAKED here’s the link!
How many times have you told someone “No”, plainly, without strings attached or without trying to sugar coat it? How many times have you confronted someone for telling you lies or stabbing you at the back? How many times have you stood up for yourself and put someone in their places?
If never. Then let me Introduce you to Self-care
Self care in my own words is knowing when to say “No”, to let go, and walk away from anything and anyone that is playing with your peace of mind.
Honestly, it’s a lot easier than done. but it’s way better than carrying that load on your shoulders that screams what if? Or maybe? What if I had spoken up? What if I had confronted them? What if I had said no?
I know many believe that silence is the best answer for a fool, but in most cases silence makes you the fool.
You need to stop.
Stop doing things just because and start doing things because you want to. Stop pleasing people just so they can accept you, honestly, if they don’t appreciate you at your worst they don’t deserve you at your best.
Stop displeasing yourself to please people who treat you like an option instead of a priority, stop going miles for people who wouldn’t take steps for you. Stop making sacrifices for people who cannot value it
Stop giving your all to takers and not receivers. Stop wasting your energy on people who could care less about you, forget the vibes, forget the connection, if they can’t treat you like a priority leave them like an option.
Sometimes letting go is better than hanging on, Not every princess is your Cinderella and not every prince is your knight in shining armor, You are NOT overreacting, you are NOT being selfish, you are putting yourself first, it’s not called selfishness or greediness, it’s called SELF-CARE.
Sometimes you need to realise, that you are the one disrespecting yourself, stop throwing yourself at people who won’t catch you, don’t fall for people who won’t help you up. Stop asking for attention from someone who refuses to acknowledge you! The right person is one step away from you, and YOU are the barricade because you REFUSE to let go!
I remember when I felt like I couldn’t live without people, now, I don’t even want people around me, I decided to stop knocking on their doors and guess what? They tried peeping into mine!
When you stay away from certain people, who felt you couldn’t live without them, It makes them realise the fact that they are indispensable, but when you continue calling, texting, sending SMS’ and all that, they’ll use you as cruise.
Make that decision now, to let go of all that weight, and embrace peace…
Please stop adding pressure, You are breaking their backs Stop asking for more and more They are doing fine just the way they are Don’t make perfection a toxic goal Remember you are human after all Life is one step at a time Rome wasn’t built in one day.
Stop criticising them with your thoughts Stop forcing them into a self conscious cage It’s okay to have flaws and insecurities But don’t forget it takes a lot of energy and hardwork to be them
They are a masterpiece, A beautiful canvas And priceless sculpture Carved with the finest of braze painted with the prettiest colours And adorned with priceless pieces
So if anyone who makes them feel less Just know, it takes a lot of energy patience and motivation to stay in a world like ours❤
Darling please don’t do it. Don’t beat yourself up Or spill your precious blood Don’t waste your life mopping around And sulking over people that are not worth it Don’t want your time hanging on to a past That can bore holes into your future.
Live in your present and enjoy it Savour the taste of every delicacy of life And remember it Never forget the ingredients to the bitter dishes Or what over seasoning can cause Continue to live your life to the fullest Write your name in gold Your gift should never be sold.
Darling, there are over 7 billion to meet Over 7 billion stories to hear Over 7 billion scars to heal There are over 150 countries to visit Over 150 fresh soils you haven’t stepped on Over 200 states you’ve never been to And cultures you’ve never learnt
Life has so much to offer There is so much to fight for But it pains me That only so little are fighting But your addition can make that significant difference!
Please do not cut your life short. Not for that person who never valued you Never for those cowards who treated you less Definitely not for society Who never understood you.
They are not worth your life It is precious Do not cut it off Do not deprive this world Of meeting a masterpiece like you❤.
Note: i just created a group to support mental health.
Let go! Don’t hang on the wrong sentiments Don’t cry over the wrong memories Don’t suffer for fake people Don’t get miserable over unfulfilled promises
Let go! Don’t feed wrong criticism Let go of toxic reasonings You are worth more than these People will ever know You’re idea of life Is too surreal for their false lives Know that you are special Awesome, wonderful and unique
Your too rare, real and priceless To hold on to meager things That were never yours. -oyindasola