Truth: People in my community.

Don't ask for my candid opinion about issues if you're not fascinated about hearing the truth. The best I can do for you is try to be diplomatic about dropping the bombshell.
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Sometimes I look at the peeps seeking my opinion and ask: "do you really want to hear the truth?" Because I'm tired of acting the nice girl while the people I love go round a circle of lies that's become their reality. I am not here to make everybody feel good just about anything. I'm generous with compliments when you produce good deeds, and will not withhold reprimands when you falter.
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Don't rejoice when I'm acting mute about your misdeeds (if we're friends); I'm simply observing you closely and strategising how best to convey my suspicions. And by jove, I expect you to dish me the same kind of treatment when I'm misbehaving.
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We'll never truly grow if we keep dreading constructive criticisms, tickling ourselves with sweet lies and treasuring the company of bootlickers.
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I'll keep saying this: some of the people you call "haters" are actually the folks with your best interests at heart. But because you must forever be portrayed as a saint before the piercing gaze of creation, you beef the one person who's confident enough to serve you a plate of your crap. Sweetheart, you're deceiving yourself.
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And Mbok, don't come and preach that "chastisement with love" sermon here. Some people don't just know how to see the love in chastisement. All they see is their deflated egos. Adults who want an eternal pampering. Who would forever sulk at the "epic" dwarfing of their pride. Please, grow up already.
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Grow up honey. Take off the thick wax in your ears armed against the truth. Clear the mist clouding your perception. Crash those sycophantic relationships. And treat yourself to reality's buffet. Eat! Be fattened with the truth!


By Temi Enemigin.