LETTER OF IDENTITY

  

LETTER OF IDENTITY

 

My Mother's Heart,

Nigeria,

Africa.

26th June, 2023.

 

Dear mummy,

 

 It’s with great pleasure that my pen touched my notepad to write these words to you,words that stuck to my head only, because then I didn’t have the courage to say them, I still don’t, only now my notepad helps speak for me now.

 

   Growing up, I was the quiet child,the child that didn’t make friends often. I enjoyed my own company and panicked when mummy forced me out of the house to play,all I ever wanted to do was my colouring,while going on adventures through my books. I love the company of people, I only found them overwhelming and tiresome.I figured I’ll deal with them once in a while,then I felt bad that I didn’t take after your chatty nature,while I didn’t have a name for it then, I do now! I am an INTROVERT and I love my space.

 

   When I didn’t have a voice,you made me into a mini you, forced me into being social. I have alway loved your grace, how you annually hosted people,made friends easily,laughed and chatted heartily with the stranger you met at any occasion, you acted as though you have know them all your life. I always felt you where a Demi god,I felt In adequate, I pray for the day when I’ll love people in my space,when I’ll be bold enough to walk up to people to start up a conversation, I know now that I can never be you, for you were EXTROVERTED.

 

     I sometimes found solace in daddy’s personality.He loved his space but could indulge your love for people and parties,he often struck a balance between sitting with me to read in silence and talking politics and the latest gossip with you and your friends. He knew how to read the unspoken and unwritten energy so he could adjust to what was needed at the moment. He sometimes was a people’s person and also he knew when to return to his space.I loved his personality but as usual I had no name for it then, I finally figured out that he was an AMBIVERT. He enjoyed people but also enjoyed his space.

    

   Because I didn’t know better then,I hated you for trying to make me into a people’s person, into a social bird but you eventually got tired of trying. Now that I am grown and can place words to how I feelings, I know now that we all possess different personalities. We where a family bonded by blood but our uniqueness steamed from our personalities and how we Portrayed them. I hope that now that I have found words for my feelings,you too can accept our differences and let us cohabit in peace and unity. 

 

Your dearest,

Eunice (Cake girl)