I was the type of baby that was afraid of my own farts.
I don't remember it though.
It's my Mum who liked to recounter the story.
It amused her to tell it.
She would imitate my scrunched up chubby petrified baby face.
I loved listening to her narrate the story because this particular memory tickled the cheeky part of her soul.
Apparently I was somewhere in the corner minding my own baby business and....
Everyone turns to look at the cute distressed farting baby.
Now when I think more on it.....was the baby me afraid of the sound of my fart or the fact that farts drew people's attention to me?
Don't worry, I grew to learn that good girls don't fart in public.
It's a story that make me chuckle to recall, and it tickles the cheeky part of my soul too.
Baby me was frightened of my own body.
Anyways... I am sharing this story because I want to call your attention to space and respect.
I think some human beings don't understand the concept of personal space, and I just wish that we could all learn this lesson carefully and responsibly.
When I speak of space it is not just physical, but emotional and mental as well.
Like for example unnecessary whatsapp group creations!?!
Dear millennials and eager generation Zs, please think these things through thoroughly
before clicking on that add button...
We do not need a whatsapp group for everything!
We do not need to be in constant communication over a meme, pictures of dead celebrities or some misogynistic joke seen on twitter
Sometimes we should just respect people's space,
and in turn learn to healthly assert our own.
[Unless you are one of my siblings...
cause really in an African family what is 'personal space' anyway?]
How to connect the farting-baby-story, personal space and whatsapp groups ?
I don't know.
Somehow my brain brought the two together...
So I started writing.
And here you are.
Thank you for dropping by.
That's will be all for now .
Until the next post...