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262 pages, Kindle Edition
Published March 9, 2021
Left with no other choice, given no one would speak to me, I resolved to live with my imagination.
It was these daydreams that helped to build my sense of worth, making me believe that I'd get there one day.
Curses and witchcraft were the given explanation for so many ills in Uganda - from businesses failing to sickness, and from childlessness to death. In Uganda, you couldn't pretend that the belief in magic didn't exist. It was soaked into the fabric of our lives. To survive in society, you needed to both fear and respect it.
Girls were given lectures on many occasions as to how they could and couldn't behave and I felt a real sense of injustice about these rules as a child. This was my sense of worth rising to the surface. It comes with anger, and it comes from injustice. As girls, that was another thing we weren't supposed to show, either: anger. But I felt it nonetheless and came to recognise it as my worth letting me know when a situation wasn't right. That feeling of worth always began with an emotion, not a thought. I'd feel it first in the pit of my stomach and then it would rise into my heart.
I realise now, it was because I felt the need to project a certain image, or to say or do things, just to fit in or not lose friends. But when we do that, we're accepting others' definition of our value, rather than our own.
People who know your worth accept you just as you are. If you have to change anything about yourself to get others to love you, then you're denying your sense of worth, thereby crushing the strength that comes from self-belief and self-love.
Being able to see from the forgiveness perspective creates distance between you - you become the observer rather than the victim. When you're stuck in a place of anger, hatred and rejection, I believe your self-esteem cannot grow.