Many of my friends have concluded that I do not get angry, this is probably because I hardly express myself aggressively when I am angry. It is the case that I sometimes do not even express myself at all when angered.
I am the type who takes life easy, and that approach extends to my emotional life. I believe people should not control my emotions. Once I am angry, I try as much as possible to behave contrary to what the person who angered me would probably expect from me. I become as calm as possible. This has mostly helped me out, but sometimes the action that angered me becomes so enormous that I cannot contain it. In such situations, I eventually burst into anger, and they don't usually end well.
As already stated, there are times when I eventually burst into anger. In such situations, I always completely lose hold of my emotions, and I end up realising my actions after I must have acted.
The first of it kind was when my youngest brother was stabbed in the hand by his fellow kid. It is the case that we grew up in a ghetto, and that explains it all. Darlington, who did that, is now the most notorious boy in the area. All thanks to God that I did not commit murder on that very day; I in fact do not know that I can get that angry. I was a boy of about 16 years looking after my mother's mini store when I experienced this annoying incident. Ebube, my brother, was almost the same age as Darlington, who threw a knife at him during an argument. The knife ended up puncturing his wrist, giving him a deep wound. The incident made me as furious as I could ever been. To this day, I still thank God that people were there to prevent me from unleashing that anger on Darlington, who was only about 8 years old at the time.
This one is the most recent, and it had to do with me watching a man insult my father. He eventually received the beating of his life, but I ended up regreting my actions. It was the case that the man and my brother Uzo had an argument that lead to him insulting my father. I completely lost my composure on hearing him utter those insulting words about the elderly man, who was not even present. When I asked him why he would speak of my father in such a manner, he pushed my face with his fingers spread open. A swift counterattack was launched by my brother and his young apprentice, whom I supported as I regained my footing. The whole incident ended badly as people eventually blamed us for beating up the young man who was man alone. We later saw the need to apologize to the man, paid for his raincoat that was destroyed in the process, and even became friends with him.
I guess I am not a calm man afterall. No matter how much we try, there are still scenarios that could sweep us off balance. Anger is simply part of the human person, the only thing that matters is how we handle our angry moments. And even when we fail to handle them rightly once in a while, it is okay to learn from our mistake and do what we can to become better.
