|Were you really that mean Enid?|
Tuesday, 20 November 2012
The 'Enid' In All Of Us
I watched 'Enid' on Sunday. I was completely traumatized. And so where my two children. We just could not believe that what we were watching was a true depiction of the wonderful woman responsible for all those millions of awesome, entertaining children books we had grown up reading. Yes, I am talking about Enid Blyton, the famous children storybook writer. My goodness! The woman was as mean as they come! At least that is how this movie about her life depicted her. And up till now, I am still finding it hard to accept it but why would they lie? Anyway, to get what I am talking about perhaps you need to go and watch it. I cannot understand how a woman who wrote such thrilling tales for children could be so mean to her own daughters and even worse to her husband! I just do not get it?
Or maybe I do.
The thing is, the more I thought about her the more God spoke to me. And I did not like what he was saying one bit for he was basically asking me if I was not a bit like her to an extent. I was floored. How can? But as annoyed as I wanted to be, I knew he was right. He is God after all. I can be mean too sometimes and even though I know I am not anything like Enid Blyton or whatever her real name is, I see now how people might believe (just like they did for her) that I am always this nice person. Truth is I am not. Not at all.
I have a very short fuse for people who show a lack of initiative. I think I tend to expect too much from people who just cannot demonstrate that level of thinking. I am not being mean. Just factual. There are just some things you should not expect a nanny or driver to 'just know like that'. You need to teach them and say them over and over and over again! So Lord continue to help me, I get very angry! I yell. I shout. I have even been known to just write people off totally! And yes (head bowed in shame) I go to bed angry with my mgm. Yes, at those times, I am not anything like the DNW I used to be or the Salt of the earth I now want to be. Not one bit. I tell people this sometimes and you can see the look of disbelief in their eyes but all I say is you should come and ask my mgm. He can tell you about who I am when you don't see me (in fact if you get a copy of the 2011 Diary, you can hear from him direct in his 'DNW Unbundled' contribution at the end of the book.) It was hard to leave his pages in the book but I had committed to doing so and I stuck to my guns even though I had made the promise BEFORE I saw what he had to say. To put it mildly. I was not amused. Lol! But his piece stayed in and I am glad it did.
Cos truths like I have shared above and truths like my mgm spoke in my book are the reasons why I cannot point a finger at Madame Enid, writer of children's books who would not even play with her own kids! I will not say that it does not shock me that a woman who spent time investing so much time throwing raspberry jelly tea parties for other kids fun could or would not do same for her own. Still, God reminded me that I had no right to throw stones at Enid Blyton.
The thing is that none of us should, cos if truth be told (as Adesua of TW Magazine always says), all of us, each one of us, young or old, male or female, has an 'Enid' on the inside. A part of us, a side to us that is not always a reflection of what people who don't live with us on a daily basis see on the outside. And perhaps like Enid, we all have our reasons for why we are that way or why we do those things. Perhaps, but they don't make it right. At least not for one desiring to be Salt.
There is no getting away from the one thing God said to me in closing "It all begins on the inside........The more of me you take in, the less of that side of you will 'manifest' to the world'. So, it was not about people making me do anything or say anything or react anyway. It was, it had to be about the God in me controlling me ALL the time.
So that the only person living in me is Jesus Christ.
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