I am an African, a proud one, note the pride. Still some things make me stoop my head in shame to be called an African. One of them is the sense of entitlement that we have on our relatives.
Coming from a community where relatives expect so much from you yet they never lifted a finger to help you get to where you currently are. Don’t get me wrong, I am not a bitter bitch out there to revenge on relatives for not helping me out when I needed them.
If they helped me every time I was in need, I wouldn’t be as resilient and hardworking as I am. Those situations also made me meet people who helped propel me to my destiny. I digressed a little from the topic… I am not talking about myself. I am illustrating how we have unrealistic expectations on our relatives and as a result, we waste our time being so bitter with everyone.
The disease of entitlement is what we are witnessing from Barack Obama’s half brother, Malik Obama. I believe that he has the right to vote whoever he wants. I however have an issue with sentiments that Obama has done little to help his family back in Kenya. Give the guy a break! If you were in his shoes, what would you have done? Helped the whole community? Those that you don’t even know?
I believe, and I stand to be corrected, that Barack Obama has done so much to improve his grandmother, Mama Sarah Obama’s life. This in turn has trickled down to the community, from Mama Sarah’s philanthropic projects.
Well, enough ranting on disgruntled relatives. I too have my fair share of those to deal with. As we know you can never please everyone.
You can’t please everyone. When you’re too focused on living up to other people’s standards, you aren’t spending enough time raising your own. Some people may whisper, complain and judge. But for the most part, it’s all in your head. People care less about your actions than you think. Why? They have their own problems! Kris Carr