Last October I had just reached some major milestones in my
weight loss journey and was now confident I looked good. Walking from the food
court to the supermarket I was aware heads were turning and I smiled. One of
the best things about being a girl is excellent peripheral vision (it drives my
young king nuts). Anyway, over to my right, I noticed a guy exit a shop, look
my way, look away then took a double take. I turned to his direction and was
pleasantly surprised to see it was an old friend. He was staring and he knew he
was caught when I smiled and waved at him.
It is you?
Yup! Been working on the weight!
Damn! You look good, wifey should see you.
Shortly his wife joined him and greeted me politely until I said hi and she recognised me. Ha! We were laughing at her so hard and could have picked her jaw off the ground. I honestly didn’t think the change was that drastic but then again… We hang out a bit and all the while I marvelled how comfortable I was standing there for over half an hour in kitten heels without pain in my knees. This was proof of change. Finally, we separated and walked into the supermarket. At the fresh food section, a gentleman walks up to me.
‘Hi! I think you are a beautiful African woman’ he says. (I’m
like what!!! People still do these things?)
‘Thank you,’ I reply with a smile. (wait a minute…what else would I be? I am chocolate complexion born in Africa)
‘My name is Harry and I am from Dubai’ he says (should that mean something or make me swoon).
‘Kyesubire, from Kenya.’
‘I like the way you look so natural,’ he says looking me over from top to bottom.
Now, now! I assume he meant that I look good despite the short natural hair and the lack of makeup, but surely; did he expect me to fall over at his feet and worship the ground he walks on because of those compliments and the fact that he lives in Dubai. By the way, I doubt the Dubai part. Anyway, he asked for my number and contrary to my usual behaviour, I gave him and the onslaught of messages started.
The messages were irrelevant as he was trying to butter me up for something and I saw it from the start. He believed that compliments would get him into my good graces and to the point I would do anything for him. Ha!! Finally, in December he exposed his motive; he wanted a local business partner for a business whose details he wouldn’t fully disclose. Really? You want me to attach my name and personality to your plans because you have called me beautiful? How foolish do you think I am? He took off at full speed when I said, I would run the idea by hubby and then do some due diligence on him so I needed a copy of his passport for the same.
You see, my identity and confidence are in God and He is the one who lets me know who to associate with or not. My beauty has been a place of transformation by revelation and conversation with my Father. My father’s daughters are the most beautiful in the land and we know or are gaining knowledge of the reason we have such beauty and it is for His honour and glory. So some funny unknown ‘businessman’ will not use me a ploy for whatever and if you want to do business with me let it be an open venture.
In reality, if I hadn’t
come to the above realisation, things could have been different. I was struck
how easy it is to get trapped into things when we are insecure.
#NoExcuses #NoLimitations #KnowThySelf