My First Speaking Experience

Before I agreed to speak at the Abuja summit whose outing we had last Saturday, it was not an easy something.

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I refused.

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“What will I say? What will I be doing at a couples and singles summit for the life of me?”

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“It’s not even my favorite outing”

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But she had said to me

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“Just tell your story”

Which story? In a couple’s summit?

I wasn’t still sure two days to the event. But at this time, I couldn’t argue again. So I braced up for the challenge albeit, with much trepidation.

A day to the event, I was in court preparing the PowerPoint presentation for the event.
My body was over reacting.

Does his describe ‘overwhelm?’ nah.  

I was overwhelmed. I had sat in court back to back through the week. I needed to rest.
I went to bed on Friday night half healthy😁… .my stomach began to run.

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I thought it would be over in the morning.
I woke up and continued the toilet ritual.
I dressed hastily because I was going to be picked.

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I ate bread and took drugs.

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I waited for the car to arrive. My stomach was still rumbling.

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We got to Starview Palace Hotel, Gwarimpa before the red carpet started. I felt some relief.

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The program commenced. When my Co-anchor whispered to me some hours later that my speaking session would be next, I felt the trepidation again.

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After five minutes, I ran to the loo and stayed there with my head bowed and lips moving saying “let this cup pass over me. But not my will…”

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My name was already on the program and fliers. No escape.

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With shaky legs, I returned to the hall, quickly scribbled down the new thoughts that formed in my mind, took the stage few minutes later and boom…

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At a point, people were clapping and at some other point, they were nodding their head in affirmation or loudly re-echoing what I was saying.

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Few minutes later, there was not a dry eye left in the hall.

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I caught a few people I know personally wiping their eyes. This was right after I had wept too. Someone brought tissue for me, the convener came to hug and cry with me, then I continued.

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Ok, let me give myself a little credit here.

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The feedback was awesome.

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NTA was present(athink NTA keeps following me everywhere these days).

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The NTA crew sent someone to call me outside. Then, in a flash there was paparazzi and camera lights blinking at me while I answered questions.

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People walked up to me to tell me how inspired they were. Someone took my number. Some left messages on my Facebook. The feedback was too impressive.

And then I made a post on Facebook. .mehn, that post is still grossing reactions and likes. It’s my post popular and most liked post. I wonder why people say it’s so emotional

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2018 was my year of ‘becoming’.

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The year that I released myself from the emotional jail and bond misrepresented by family. The year that I took my power back from people, co-workers and village pipu😎😂😀

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The year that I started to live life based on my terms not minding whose ox is gored.
The year that I lived without support from any quarter.

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A big shout out to that girlfriend who bought me a phone this year. You’ve been so amazing and I can’t forget this in the fullest blaze of history.

Peace, love and cupcakes

xoxo

Author

She has won many awards in writing and poetry amongst which are CLO essay competition (1st Prize Southwest) NDIC essay competition(5th Prize in the southwest) and a World Bank Essay Certificate of Participation She has worked with woman.ng as a content editor and a host of sites as a ghost writer. She has written great inspirational content for fashion brands/blogs. She has been featured on radio and recently added public speaking to her portfolio. You can hire her to write a professional/business profile for you, online content editing, book editing, guest blogging, ghostwriting, content creation or if you need copies of her book, contact her via [email protected] Facebook.com/Yetunde Olasiyan instagram.com/Yetunde Olasiyan Follow her business page on Instagram @officialladywriter

Me and Milord

December 12, 2018