Good morning to everyone, I hope we all had a good night's rest.
Hive weekly Prompt 108>> "the people we ignore
Logging into my hive account and seeing this week topic made me really happy, I had this topic on my mind for long now but I wasn't having enough time to write on it, I fact just last week me and my friend where discussing how life has been has but we still managed to look nice and keep a smile on our face. But people outside think we have the money we just put out a show of not having. Which got me thinking, do people actually want you to look miserable before they believe you don't have money?
There's this man in my area, Mr. Kigbo. He lived in a big house at the end of our street. The house was beautiful, and had a shiny car in the driveway. Every morning, he left for work in a clean suit and a bright smile. He would always wave at me and say, "Good morning, mr p! How are you?" His voice was loud and happy.
I assumed Mr Kigbo was a rich and happy man. I thought he had no problems. because he had a big house, a nice car, and a good job, for me that's all it takes to be a happy man. He has everything. He must be okay.
Then I noticed he no longer drove to work again and he stopped waving. He stayed inside for many days.And some evening when I took a straw on my street, I heard loud voices from his house at night. It happens that Mr. Kigbo had taken a loan for a long time and the time came for him to pay. He lost all his fancy properties. Mr. Ben walked with his head down. He was not okay at all.
I was shocked. I felt very sad. I also felt a little guilty. All that time, I had seen his happy face and his nice clothes. I had seen his big house. I assumed that meant he was fine. But I was wrong. His beautiful outside was just a mask.
The experience taught me a big lesson. It taught me that what we see on the outside is not the whole truth. A smile can be a mask. A nice outfit can be a costume. A big house can be a prison of loneliness and worry. Assumptions are easy, but they are also lazy and costly. They cost us the chance to see the real person behind the mask.
In conclusion, I learned to look deeper. I learned not to judge a person's life by their things or their face. I learned that everyone is fighting a battle I know nothing about. Now, when I see someone, I don't just assume they are okay. I try to be kind. I try to ask, "How are you, really?" And I listen. Because behind every happy face, there might be a person like Mr. Kigbo, silently needing a friend.
