Hello, Hive Nation! It's been a minute here, and it feels good to be back here. I trust you are doing great.
Growing up as a child and being the firstborn of my parents meant that I had some leadership roles to play both for myself and my siblings.
At a very young age my parents would leave my younger siblings with me at home, or we would go home together after school, but as a lover of football back then, I would find a way to go play football, either leaving my siblings at home or going with them.
The problem was my parents always told us not to leave the house, so if I went together with my siblings, they would definitely tell when my parents got back, and I was the type of kid who couldn't lie to my parents.
But because of football back then, I started telling some lies, but each time I got caught and received some punishment, yet my love for football didn't allow me to see what I was doing until one night when my dad called me and told me something that has always lived with me since then.
He said to me that night, "Do not allow me to lose the trust I have in you." Brethren, that word touched a part of me I can't explain, and it has stayed with me since then.
I finally didn't play football, but I started asking for permission, which surprisingly was granted at some point and denied at some point also.
As I grew older, I learned to give updates on various happenings in my life, both in school, church, work, and other things. I would say accountability, whether they asked or not, especially to my dad. Even when I moved out of the house to live with my decoration boss, I always gave my parents feedback on the latest happenings with me.
I did the same thing with my decoration boss, giving him feedback on how I spent money. When we have a job and I am given money to take care of miscellaneous expenses, I would come back and give a breakdown on how every penny was spent.
Fast forward to later: I was accused of stealing something somewhere I was working, and when both my decoration boss and my parents heard, they saw to it that I was defended, and it turned out someone was trying to frame me, but they didn't succeed because I had people who could root for me.
Sometimes in 2024 my boss paid my transport from Ogun State back to Delta to handle a big decoration job for him, and when I tried to probe into why he was willing to pay my transport fare to Delta State and back to Ogun State, Nigeria, he said I was the only one he trusted to do the job the way he wanted it done, and afterwards he called to appreciate me for a job well done.
No to the topic of this week's edition of the Hive Learners writing engagement. Trust is one of the mottos or codes of conduct I live by because it takes time to build, and it is very easy to destroy.
And as an event decorator, I have seen clients return because they trust that when they give me their money, the job will definitely be delivered to standard, so I intend to keep upholding a conduct that helps me build trust with people.
Thanks for stopping by.
All photos are mine.
