Cut from the same cloth
In the pursuit of knowledge (don’t take it from me), I was invited for a programme/lecture/event, sisters only sha… I love those, not that I believe in the girl power and all, but love to hangout with my sisters, they make good company. I never really got to state my reasons for deciding to attend although we were asked, I’d like to blame it on time or the fact that I was still trying to adjust to my environment, but I went so I could hear from my sisters lips amongst other things like rewards, meeting new people (can’t get tired of that) and did I mention free food?
The event was an interactive one, not the sit down and get lectured kind, there was a give and take and we were required to chip in one or two things. There were ground rules and even though I can’t remember all that was discussed (I have selective amnesia), there are some points I’d like to point out.
Judging: this was one of the rules that I liked very much, we tend to judge with our eyes first. I say this because when you see someone not dressed properly (according to your definition) it bothers you, not out of love for the person most times, not that I know the reason (it varies I think) but that becomes a yardstick in which we decide that whatever the person says or does next fits the description we have in our head, it states how we also respond or react to that person. We give no benefit of doubt to the person although I’d say its not done intentionally but it can very well be curbed.
Towards the end of the event judging others didn’t get a 100% and didn’t get a 0% either, this goes a long way to show that it can be curbed, we made a mental note not to judge although we weren’t perfect but we tried and that’s all we need, that effort.
#sisterhood #respect #writer #storyteller #stories #event #deenah
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