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I'm the type of person who's very calm and gentle; I'm never seen in a troublesome situation because I don't have any strength for such.
With this lifestyle, people around me tend to look at me as a weakling because I don't get as shouty as an average young guy in Nigeria.
I know this very well, and because it's my type of person, I saw it as unnecessary to become shouty or troublesome just to belong to the masses.
However, as much as I keep quiet a lot, I still maintain my stand of avoiding being provoked to my marrow because whenever it happens, my head doesn't get bent easily, and I usually use the opportunity to pour out the "locked and looked away" angers over the years.
Whenever I get provoked and my reactions get noticed by people around, it shows I'm actually on my right, and no matter how people see it, it'll still play on my right.
At such moment, even if God sent Abraham from heaven to tell me to say sorry to the offended , I would tell Abraham to go and come back.
I can overlook anything and plead for sorry just to make peace, but when it comes to when I'm provoked on my right, no way!
I once had a scenario like that with a very close boss. We're very close, more than a boss-staff relationship... I call him uncle, and I respect him a lot.
A day came in our workplace, an issue came up that I had earlier reported to him, and he began to raise his voice at everyone, with a heavy emphasis on me because I was the only guy with many responsibilities in the midst of ladies (all the other staff are ladies). The insults became too much, and I couldn't hold them anymore. I had to calmly call him and shoot some not so good words at him.
The shot blew up like dynamite; he took it very personally and began to shoot insults at my personal life, which I tried not to return. My first words were all I needed.
After the situation calmed a bit, the ladies surrounded me and began to plead that I should go and say sorry to the boss because of the way I talked to him.
On standard ground, it's very required of me to say sorry to him, knowing fully well that he's the boss and he can fire me at any time, but I refused and stood my ground.
I was so pained at how he was channelling blame and insults on me on what I had earlier reported which I found so offensive because he was trying to take advantage of my calm nature.
I bluntly refused to say sorry, and I was patiently waiting for the sack letter, which I knew was going to be difficult for him to do because we were close as relatives. But regardless, I was expecting and ready to face any consequence.
The whole day, the atmosphere was hot; there was no atom of laughter from anyone. It was more like a mourning centre with no cries.
The following day, he came to the office with talks and gists as a way of igniting the bond again without saying sorry either. You know, elderly people don't say sorry.
I'm sure he thought of everything at night and gave it a deep thought about why I talked back to him for the first time over the many years we've known.
Well, it ended in peace without any of us saying sorry.
Thank you for reading.
This is my entry to DREEMPORT challenge
