When I look back over my life, the moments I am proudest of are not the ones where everything was easy, but the times when I chose to stay true to what I believed in, even when it came with a cost. One memory that stands out is when I had the chance to take an easier path to make money, and it didn't make any sense to me; it didn’t just feel right at all.
Many people around me were going along with it—my course mate, lodgemate, and even friends. I was a broke student who was struggling to make ends meet to pay for school fees that had a deadline. There was a girl in my department who was very flashy and always advertised her business. That she was into selling human hair, I like her hustling spirit.
Little do I know it's not what I think it was. I actually befriended her with the thought of getting a business idea but when she let me in on what she actually does for a living. I couldn't shout; I refused. They were mounting serious pressure on me.
They used all the strategy they knew, but deep down I knew it wasn’t honest way of look for money and it will have serious consequences at the end of the day and I wasn't ready to bear such cross. Saying “no” in that moment made me feel isolated for a while cause many stop associating with me including some of my so called friends , but it gave me peace of mind. I realized I would rather stand alone than join the crowd in something I couldn’t defend at all.
Another moment I’m proud of was when I spoke up for someone who couldn’t defend herself. A colleague was bullying one of us. Because she saw that the girl was timid and shy, she decided to push the blame on her for something that was clearly her fault. It wasn’t a grand act, but it mattered because it showed me that my values aren’t just words; they guide my actions. Staying true to my belief that everyone deserves respect .
I’m also proud of the times I chose kindness when I could have chosen resentment. Forgiving someone who hurt me wasn’t easy, but it was aligned with my belief that carrying bitterness only weighs me down. Letting go didn’t mean I excused the wrong, but it meant I honored my own value of peace over grudges.
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