Shield Her!

I have been shielded my whole life. That’s not particularly a bad thing or a good thing, it’s just one of those things I suppose.

A few things has happened since the last time I wrote to you but one thing keeps reoccurring. And that’s what I want to try to understand. As much as I am writing about it, I still don’t fully understand the scope and it hasn’t properly dawned on me. It’s like God is trying to make me understand something and I haven’t fully grasp it.

I have been shielded my whole life. That’s not particularly a bad thing or a good thing, it’s just one of those things I suppose.

Almost every conversation I have had for the past week, has somehow always led to an internal realisation that I have been shielded my whole life.

And honestly I don’t think I am doing justice to this explanation.

Each and every one of us has one or two things that we are going through and also areas that we are somehow always “lucky” but really it’s God.

But for the past two months, it’s like that’s all I can see. A literal child thrown into this vile world but somehow still thriving and not because she has the capacity to.

The current patterns I have noticed is how my family has always shielded me, literally guarded me. I believe that for however long I keep seeing this patterns, I would eventually start to see more clearly how God has also shielded me.

I can sometimes be so oblivious to the world around me because of how heavily protected I was.

There’s a grass to grace story at some point in my life. I know a few people like to think not. But even when we were in the grass, mine was still much greener because of the people that nurtured and watered my grass.

The whole world could be burning but my family literally would surround me just so I don’t even smell that something is wrong.

There could be absolute nothing to wear, but Oluwademilade would still get the best of what they could afford.

I was completely detached from how real this world is so much that when I got thrown into this world(Uni) I was shocked at to how huge, diverse, intense, wicked, beautiful the world can be. People’s experiences were surprising to me and was far removed from mine. I was practically a ‘nepo’ baby but without the cash flow.

But then, I think I have slowly gone back into my little bubble cause honestly it’s safe and peaceful there. I don’t have to care that the world is burning, or people are going through crazy things. I can just be happy thinking that the world is all rainbow and sunshine.

It literally just occurred to me that I was in an environment that I could easily have been rape with no one knowing but that didn’t happen. And honestly, it’s nobody’s fault for getting raped but I was literally bathing outside! Out in the open as a teenager, Twitter men would’ve blamed me so bad.

Everything that could’ve gone wrong didn’t.

I was an omo get inside living in the ghetto.

My brothers would literally move the world for me, my mummy would too but she will shout at me first. My mummy literally gave everything she had for us to have a much better life.

If her goal was for us to have a better life, she achieved that and did a damn good job.

Slowly, I am beginning to see how my friends shield me, I am always just surrounded by people whose first instinct is to love and protect me. It’s crazy how extremely lucky I am to be surrounded by pure love.

I really don’t know what to make of this yet, I just really needed to get this draft out of my head so maybe I would see a bit more clearly.

PS I know the title is a bit dramatic, but what is life without drama?

Anyways, how are you Mi Amigo?