I'm always amused when people talk about haters and how they cant stop their shine and all that. It cracks me up, I tell ya.
And if you listen to HipHop, rap specifically, you'll see this haters business has been taken 2 a whole different level- A more amusing level (to me, that is).
I'm of the school of thought that the only person that can stop you is the person that stares back at you when you look in the mirror. (Err... Just be sure there's no one behind U when U do that). But I cant deny the existence of folks who don't like other folks for some strange reason or no reason at all. As in, they just take a look at you and decide you're not likable. These folks will go out of their way to try to hurt your feelings and/or make you feel small. Like the guy who wrote on my wall telling me "In your mind you think you'll be d next Asa abi?", or the guy who said I should stop taking close-up photos cos they emphasise ALL my facial flaws (him papa) hahahaha, and many others too embarrassing to mention.
Funny tho. But I'm still growing n learning. And if I knew then what I know now, I wouldn't have taken these people off my friends list, cos the fact is WE ALL NEED HATERS. To propel us to work harder, to stir us into vowing 2 not rest until we reach our promised land. I wonder where David would be without Saul and Goliath, like Moses and Pharaoh, the Israelites and the philistines, Mandela and the government of his hay-days, and so on and so forth.
I'm just saying if we were empty and our future was just the regular, nothing spectacular, then noone would feel threatened enough to want to distract us with little, petty stuff, away from the bigger, brighter picture. And so, I'm using this medium to thank my haters. I appreciate you. Cos in a way you can see what I may be too short-sighted to see. I may see the struggles, the pains and the disappointments, the constant broke-ness, the relentless hustlings, etc etc. But U know wat U see. I give God thanks 4 what U see.
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