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Character is like a pant... Wear it like a model and catwalk... But don't wear it on your head...Just wear it!



Character is like a pant line.

At first it isn't obvious.

But on closer inspection, you see the lines drawn.

And upon a much closer inspection, depending on what you are offering, you might be allowed to see the full picture.

Nevertheless, it's there.

It doesn't disappear because we look.

Neither does it appear because we look closely.

Your character is like your private part.

It stays inside unless it needs to be exposed.

But, there's always a thin line visible to the eyes, letting all know that indeed there's character there.

We just need to get closer.

Or be closer!!!

To see the kind of character being worn.

Whether it's clean, dirty, torn or absent.

Just like the panties act as a covering for the private part.

That's how character covers who you really are, or packages it.

Sometimes we leave it at home and show a different side of us outside.

Leading to wrong or misdirected conclusions.

Often times we wear a different one depending on the occasion.

The same way a lady sits and crosses her legs so she isn't exposed while her undies covers her private part...

That's the same way our character most times shields our personality from prying eyes, except upon further probing.

Until you get closer and spread her thighs you can never guess the color, texture or cleanliness of her panties.

That's why relationship is very important.

It takes relationship to get closer and figure out just what kind of character we have without jumping into conclusions.

Stop judging people you don't know based on what you can't see clearly.

Get closer.

The adage, never judge a book by it's cover, never gets old.

Read the entire book first before forming an opinion.

A friend was sharing an experience with me.

He and some other guys (all musical artists) had a video advert to shoot for one of the telecommunications network.

He was supposed to be the lead actor in the video while the others were going to be casted as supporters.

When they got there, he noticed the program director, a lady was not too friendly with him. She regarded him with some form of hostility, while she was super friendly to the other guys

He later figured out that her actions were solely hinged on the way he was dressed.

He overheard her gossiping with her colleagues that he was too razz for her liking.

He prefers being casual and that day he wore a jeans, T-shirt and some sneakers...he is also on dred.

While the other guys wore suits and were looking corporate.

Meanwhile, among all of them, he is the most gentle, loving and responsible guy. This guy never misses church even, whereas, the others were junkies who smoked, drank and partied hardcore.

After the video shoot, due to the way he carried himself during and after the shoot, she walked up to him and reported herself. Aunty apologized to him, even asked for his number while she frowned and even reported the other artists to him for their uncanny and indecent behavior.

Misconception... He was judged by what and how he looked, without being allowed to even prove himself...not like he needed to.

We don't need validation from anyone to be the best kind of us. Las las character will answer for us.

That's how character is.

We can only see traces of the line, like a pant line.

We only get to see the full view when we get up close and personal.

Then, we are either excited, wowed or shocked.

Depending on the type we see.

We all have character, but we only allow those we trust or love to see through and see true.

Your character is like a pant.

You don't spread or hang it outside for the world to see.

Neither do you wear it on your head.

You carry it within, with confidence.

You wear it with class.

Knowing it's not torn nor dirty, but clean and fresh.

In the end, knowledge will give you power.

But character will give you respect.

And what Is power without respect?



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www.ofunneceo.blogspot.com

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