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IMPERFECTIONS




Have you ever gone on Social media, particularly WhatsApp and decide that you'll use a few moments to just go through statuses. You come across things that make you cringe, some make you happy, some make you sad and some brings out an ugly head that will just weaken your mind and break your self esteem. Very crazy indeed.
From there you start asking yourself questions that can either build you up or bring you down.

Everytime I create a new post on my blog, I go through a lot of doubts asking myself if it's good enough or if people actually read what I post or if it even creates a spark in someone's mind to keep pushing (Pushing PπŸ˜‚) and guess what, if the negative thought supercedes the positive, I'll just tell myself, "Wo, just give up abegggi" and to think I actually do itπŸ™‚.

There's this song that lives rent-free in my head. I heard it from a Disney cartoon I watched years ago.

"Look at me, 
I would never pass for a perfect bride
Or a perfect daughter
Can it be
I'm not meant to play this part
Now I see, that if I were truly to be myself
I would break my family's heart"

This girl here fought with being herself all for her family's sake. She wanted to be PERFECT daughter/bride and according to the traditions in her village, a perfect daughter is one who gets a husband and becomes a housewife. To top it all she was the only daughter and child of a respected man in society so a lot was expected from her. Deep down she knew she knew she was made for more. She didn't just want to get married and sit at home taking care of the children and reading stories to them under the moonlight, she wanted more.  I know by the time you get to this point, you'll already know the cartoon I'm referring too πŸ˜‚. In the end, she pushed through, she saved her country and even got a very fine and nice guy to marry.
Anyways, I'm not trying to be basic but let's get this straight. Your imperfections, when groomed well makes you perfect. An example of what I'm trying to say "A company produces white bags that have the same texture, look and whatever it is that makes a bag a bag and all of a sudden, someone makes an honest mistake and there's a hitch in production and a set of bags, let's say 30 of them, come out very different from the others. Then there's a lot of questions as to whether the bag should be showcased to the world or not and finally, it's showcased. When it's first seen everybody's attention is shifted from the ordinary bags they've been seeing to the "latest models" and mind you they're limited in stock. The way people go rush am ehh. After all, John legend fell in love with someone's perfect imperfections πŸ˜‚πŸ˜.

After all this shalaye hope you get the picture that I was trying to paint about imperfection. As for me, To be imperfect means to be unique, to stand out, to be extra than ordinary. In essence, do you. No be motivation oh, just an advice so that you won't be full of regrets when you're old. 

Use that weakness that you think you have and begin to shake the world!!!

It's okay to be scared at first but don't remain there. Don't be just there, GROW!!!

Don't be mediocre in your doings. Diversify!!!

Ahem! So this is it. 

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Till next time
Dese.

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  1. Nice One. Your imperfections when groomed makes you perfect.

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    1. Not really. It makes you Unique and different from the flock but then it's also perfection coming into play πŸ˜‚

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  2. Honestly, I feel a bit more encouraged to raised my head in the Fine Boys' Club and make a contribution. Lol! Their definition of "fine boy" doesn't have to affect my self esteem anymore. Thank you for writing! Mulan is a nice cartoon though πŸ˜…

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  3. Osheey πŸ˜…
    Such a beautiful piece 🀌
    My moral don high 😌
    It's the John Legend part for me πŸ˜…
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    Nice one Dese ✨

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  4. Nice one Dese πŸ‘. Keep it up

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  5. I love it, please how do I subscribe?😩😩

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  6. It was really a time out with you Dese. I literally felt your tone and presence while reading through.

    This is a wonderful piece, I got value.
    Oshey✌

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    1. Your words are much appreciated. Thank you 😊

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  7. Nice one dear.. but then , most times what we think are imperfections aren't really imperfections

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    1. We are different and so are our flaws different. What it might be for you may be someone's drawback.

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  8. This piece is beautiful and I got stucked from the beginning to the end. Thumbs up πŸ‘

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  9. This is beautiful. Simple truth carefully interwoven.

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