The Family's Evidence

When one family begins to use one's life to answer or judge some people in order to answer their questions, there's always this type of pressure that comes with that. I am talking about their questions, not mine. You score on an exam, and before you finish jubilating, someone next door has already heard the news.

Any little win, and before one knows it, it becomes a public announcement shared everywhere, in the church, in the street, and in family settings, and some might even start a conversation with you even though you aren't interested. Hardly will you even see anyone ask you if you are okay with such conversations. You just become the one on display.

I could remember in April, late April to be precise, I remember one close family friend called me and said that he had been telling everyone about me. Though he meant well. But I was a bit uncomfortable in a way that I couldn't name immediately.
Because that version of me being shown around isn't really me; it was just a paparazzi. Because a single moment like that can easily be pulled out and stretched into something that people could point at.

But the honest truth is that it looks simple for people that love me, but to the strangers that are watching, it looks heavy. Even though they usually say that before love makes one a symbol, it doesn't need one's permission. And even with that, sometimes, I just want to be without display, just want to be unseen, ordinary, and be myself with no noise.

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