In my typical way, I boarded a taxi going to Wuse and alighted at War College. I stood there for a minute and fortunately, a car heading to Area 3 came along. I made to enter and he asked where I was going. “Radio House”, was my reply and he went on to ask the man standing behind and the man said, “Area 8 junction”. I figured he preferred to carry a passenger heading to a further distance, but the next thing he said was, “e beta the man, you get body“. In plain speaking it means, “I’d rather carry the man cos you are too fat“. At least, that’s how my brain registered it.
After his words there was a calm in my head…. There was once a time I hated myself because of how I looked. I couldn’t bear to wear clothes and mingle with humans because I didn’t have much confidence in my appearance. I’ve come to love myself, most of the time, so it’s ironic that I am refused entrance into a taxi for being fat when I’ve lost a considerable amount of weight.
Who do I blame? Myself for letting it get this bad, the cabbie for his insensitivity or the world for making such statements okay?
He called me fat and there is not a thing I can do about it. I just have to suck it up and get to work.
Have a nice day.
THE PURPLEDIVAA ❤