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purples25:
Moved in two years ago or so. My first time of living in a neighborhood like that. Me and hubby trying to sit tight until things got better.

I came in right after having my baby and looked like shit with my natural hair. I relaxed the hair next month and it was very long. I also lost weight and started dressing nice. They weren't laughing anymore. I spoke good English. They looked depressed and intimidated. All the girlfriends of drunks in the area, all the market women wearing wrappers around and some even refused to greet me, that is they refused to respond to my greetings. My first few days there I was passing with my baby and attempted to greet a guy, he muttered that I should dey my dey while he dey on his own, with so much malice and contempt.

I made hair after hair. I used a baby carrier, I never really backed my baby. First day I did that, a drunk passed us and set his red eyes on my baby with such a glare that I was wondering what the little child did to him, is it his fault that his mom got something different to carry him with? My child was fair and cute at that point. People said I was fine and my baby was fine, some kids said when they grow up they want to have my style, some people came up to me and praised me. I didn't know the fire I was lighting up under my own ass ...

I saw a lot of things from those people. I was mocked, they sent their kids to ridicule me in the market, their kids on their own started insulting me and my child. Once I couldn't make that hair again it was a great victory for them, the boys from the betting shop close by will actually call their friends to where i am, point at me and laugh. They observed me very closely and mocked me anytime I wasn't able to keep to the former standard of nice dressing and hair, and dressing up my kid. They started loudly complaining that I never allow my child to walk even if he was just a year plus and walked well at home. Some people will even come up to me and tell me to allow the boy to walk. Someone directly told me it's because I use a baby carrier and not what Is common to the neighborhood, which is backing babies with wrapper.

When that mockery with intensity set up on making me an object of ridicule started, even aboki join in o. When the kids were following me with songs and the women and drunks in the area that I never greet were sated, aboki sef start to dey feel important, they will pass and look me up and down slowly, they would laugh. I had ignited so much hatred by suddenly moving in looking nice and being different with my baby.

A woman dropped a fetish substance of boiled eggs and God knows what at my door to scare me or anything else. A line of women sat in the narrow path we cross every day observing me and my son. They didn't stop observing until when after things got bad, my son turned dark in complexion then they stopped their close up mockery and left in smiles.

I cut my long hair to get them off, if that was the thing that made them angry. They didn't stop, they mocked me more. They started saying I looked like a man, some people will loudly comment to my face when their friends point me out. The stupid drunks in the area felt important, the cowards now felt confident that they now swerve when I pass, idiots. Who should be swerving for who. The same drinks that start playing abusive music about cheating wives and saying all sorts of things to make themselves feel ok because I don't greet them, they said I'm old, they said I've given birth, they said I used to sleep with senators and later they said na me go dey look for senators.

I started speaking pidgin because of the hostility and angry claims that I'm just a poor person who was forming, but that changed nothing.

I can't say all but it really affected me, I went down to feeling like nothing. Leaving for a while never stopped them , when I came back they resumed mockery and monitoring. I left again and now it seems they are sated because they have ridiculed me to a point when they can now take their eyes off me and afford not to care.

I now don't dare to do any hair style that the old women in the neighborhood don't do again, nothing flashy. I don't have that self esteem again, I became hard towards my son, I frown whenever I'm out because I wake up every day remembering my 'downfall' in the neighborhood. I don't know if I will regain my former softness or self esteem, right now I'm like whatever. Sometimes I hit my kid In public, I found myself acting just like those women tying wrapper, those old unfashionable women with hairstyles that make them look even older. I decided today that I'll try and mend my relationship with my son because he no longer looks sad when I hit him, he just got home today and started smashing his most loved toy on the wall. That's anger issues starting because of me, so I'll try to heal and fix things with him.

There are many animalistic people and most, not all, people in the hood are of that type. They can't see you shine and not make you miserable.

I'm glad we may be moving out soon.

Wait, what did I just read?

Please tell me this is fiction, not reality. Damn!

DestinedForGrea:
Wait, what did I just read?

Please tell me this is fiction, not reality. Damn!

It's not fiction.

purples25:
Moved in two years ago or so. My first time of living in a neighborhood like that. Me and hubby trying to sit tight until things got better.

I came in right after having my baby and looked like shit with my natural hair. I relaxed the hair next month and it was very long. I also lost weight and started dressing nice. They weren't laughing anymore. I spoke good English. They looked depressed and intimidated. All the girlfriends of drunks in the area, all the market women wearing wrappers around and some even refused to greet me, that is they refused to respond to my greetings. My first few days there I was passing with my baby and attempted to greet a guy, he muttered that I should dey my dey while he dey on his own, with so much malice and contempt.

I made hair after hair. I used a baby carrier, I never really backed my baby. First day I did that, a drunk passed us and set his red eyes on my baby with such a glare that I was wondering what the little child did to him, is it his fault that his mom got something different to carry him with? My child was fair and cute at that point. People said I was fine and my baby was fine, some kids said when they grow up they want to have my style, some people came up to me and praised me. I didn't know the fire I was lighting up under my own ass ...

I saw a lot of things from those people. I was mocked, they sent their kids to ridicule me in the market, their kids on their own started insulting me and my child. Once I couldn't make that hair again it was a great victory for them, the boys from the betting shop close by will actually call their friends to where i am, point at me and laugh. They observed me very closely and mocked me anytime I wasn't able to keep to the former standard of nice dressing and hair, and dressing up my kid. They started loudly complaining that I never allow my child to walk even if he was just a year plus and walked well at home. Some people will even come up to me and tell me to allow the boy to walk. Someone directly told me it's because I use a baby carrier and not what Is common to the neighborhood, which is backing babies with wrapper.

When that mockery with intensity set up on making me an object of ridicule started, even aboki join in o. When the kids were following me with songs and the women and drunks in the area that I never greet were sated, aboki sef start to dey feel important, they will pass and look me up and down slowly, they would laugh. I had ignited so much hatred by suddenly moving in looking nice and being different with my baby.

A woman dropped a fetish substance of boiled eggs and God knows what at my door to scare me or anything else. A line of women sat in the narrow path we cross every day observing me and my son. They didn't stop observing until when after things got bad, my son turned dark in complexion then they stopped their close up mockery and left in smiles.

I cut my long hair to get them off, if that was the thing that made them angry. They didn't stop, they mocked me more. They started saying I looked like a man, some people will loudly comment to my face when their friends point me out. The stupid drunks in the area felt important, the cowards now felt confident that they now swerve when I pass, idiots. Who should be swerving for who. The same drinks that start playing abusive music about cheating wives and saying all sorts of things to make themselves feel ok because I don't greet them, they said I'm old, they said I've given birth, they said I used to sleep with senators and later they said na me go dey look for senators.

I started speaking pidgin because of the hostility and angry claims that I'm just a poor person who was forming, but that changed nothing.

I can't say all but it really affected me, I went down to feeling like nothing. Leaving for a while never stopped them , when I came back they resumed mockery and monitoring. I left again and now it seems they are sated because they have ridiculed me to a point when they can now take their eyes off me and afford not to care.

I now don't dare to do any hair style that the old women in the neighborhood don't do again, nothing flashy. I don't have that self esteem again, I became hard towards my son, I frown whenever I'm out because I wake up every day remembering my 'downfall' in the neighborhood. I don't know if I will regain my former softness or self esteem, right now I'm like whatever. Sometimes I hit my kid In public, I found myself acting just like those women tying wrapper, those old unfashionable women with hairstyles that make them look even older. I decided today that I'll try and mend my relationship with my son because he no longer looks sad when I hit him, he just got home today and started smashing his most loved toy on the wall. That's anger issues starting because of me, so I'll try to heal and fix things with him.

There are many animalistic people and most, not all, people in the hood are of that type. They can't see you shine and not make you miserable.

I'm glad we may be moving out soon.

You allow people envious opinions detect how you live? In all these, how did your husband react to it? If you two had discussed it and stuck together, you would have not bulged.

Elusive001:
You allow people envious opinions detect how you live? In all these, how did your husband react to it? If you two had discussed it and stuck together, you would have not bulged.

Husband is very immune to all these. His facial expression alone makes people understand not to mess with him. He doesn't give a rats ass what they think. He can be very hard, always told me not to associate, keep it at greeting and go my way. That these people, some of them aren't human again. It seems exaggerated, but that's the way they reason, like pests and demons rather than humans, though a few amongst them are still well behaved and caring.

Because I'm not used to that kind of challenge, I got upset many times, but I'm stronger from every experience.

The people kept at it low key. I don't want to go into details but I've been out of their reach for a while now thanks to hubs, and it has given me peace.

purples25:
It's not fiction.

Wow! I'm sorry you've had to go through all that. How can a community be so hateful?

You're a strong woman, I give you that.

DestinedForGrea:
Wow! I'm sorry you've had to go through all that. How can a community be so hateful?

You're a strong woman, I give you that.

Thanks.

Meteng:
Just find way knack the two of them. Dem go dey fight amongst themselves

I swear

purples25:
Moved in two years ago or so. My first time of living in a neighborhood like that. Me and hubby trying to sit tight until things got better.

I came in right after having my baby and looked like shit with my natural hair. I relaxed the hair next month and it was very long. I also lost weight and started dressing nice. They weren't laughing anymore. I spoke good English. They looked depressed and intimidated. All the girlfriends of drunks in the area, all the market women wearing wrappers around and some even refused to greet me, that is they refused to respond to my greetings. My first few days there I was passing with my baby and attempted to greet a guy, he muttered that I should dey my dey while he dey on his own, with so much malice and contempt.

I made hair after hair. I used a baby carrier, I never really backed my baby. First day I did that, a drunk passed us and set his red eyes on my baby with such a glare that I was wondering what the little child did to him, is it his fault that his mom got something different to carry him with? My child was fair and cute at that point. People said I was fine and my baby was fine, some kids said when they grow up they want to have my style, some people came up to me and praised me. I didn't know the fire I was lighting up under my own ass ...

I saw a lot of things from those people. I was mocked, they sent their kids to ridicule me in the market, their kids on their own started insulting me and my child. Once I couldn't make that hair again it was a great victory for them, the boys from the betting shop close by will actually call their friends to where i am, point at me and laugh. They observed me very closely and mocked me anytime I wasn't able to keep to the former standard of nice dressing and hair, and dressing up my kid. They started loudly complaining that I never allow my child to walk even if he was just a year plus and walked well at home. Some people will even come up to me and tell me to allow the boy to walk. Someone directly told me it's because I use a baby carrier and not what Is common to the neighborhood, which is backing babies with wrapper.

When that mockery with intensity set up on making me an object of ridicule started, even aboki join in o. When the kids were following me with songs and the women and drunks in the area that I never greet were sated, aboki sef start to dey feel important, they will pass and look me up and down slowly, they would laugh. I had ignited so much hatred by suddenly moving in looking nice and being different with my baby.

A woman dropped a fetish substance of boiled eggs and God knows what at my door to scare me or anything else. A line of women sat in the narrow path we cross every day observing me and my son. They didn't stop observing until when after things got bad, my son turned dark in complexion then they stopped their close up mockery and left in smiles.

I cut my long hair to get them off, if that was the thing that made them angry. They didn't stop, they mocked me more. They started saying I looked like a man, some people will loudly comment to my face when their friends point me out. The stupid drunks in the area felt important, the cowards now felt confident that they now swerve when I pass, idiots. Who should be swerving for who. The same drinks that start playing abusive music about cheating wives and saying all sorts of things to make themselves feel ok because I don't greet them, they said I'm old, they said I've given birth, they said I used to sleep with senators and later they said na me go dey look for senators.

I started speaking pidgin because of the hostility and angry claims that I'm just a poor person who was forming, but that changed nothing.

I can't say all but it really affected me, I went down to feeling like nothing. Leaving for a while never stopped them , when I came back they resumed mockery and monitoring. I left again and now it seems they are sated because they have ridiculed me to a point when they can now take their eyes off me and afford not to care.

I now don't dare to do any hair style that the old women in the neighborhood don't do again, nothing flashy. I don't have that self esteem again, I became hard towards my son, I frown whenever I'm out because I wake up every day remembering my 'downfall' in the neighborhood. I don't know if I will regain my former softness or self esteem, right now I'm like whatever. Sometimes I hit my kid In public, I found myself acting just like those women tying wrapper, those old unfashionable women with hairstyles that make them look even older. I decided today that I'll try and mend my relationship with my son because he no longer looks sad when I hit him, he just got home today and started smashing his most loved toy on the wall. That's anger issues starting because of me, so I'll try to heal and fix things with him.

There are many animalistic people and most, not all, people in the hood are of that type. They can't see you shine and not make you miserable.

I'm glad we may be moving out soon.

What in the world are you still doing in that vicinity?

Indeed you are a strong woman.

Wow that's alot 😔

josh123:
Same thing with me, I work indoors and they gossip around that I behave like a woman because I don't go out and I don't entertain many friends like a normal guy would do.... The other day I heard one of the women gossiping about me that I carry women alot the other day I heard the same woman gossiping that I am gay. I just laugh 🤣 pass. Just ignore them and don't lend any of your properties or money to them.

Sometimes Na illiteracy de worry dem.

purples25:
Moved in two years ago or so. My first time of living in a neighborhood like that. Me and hubby trying to sit tight until things got better.

I came in right after having my baby and looked like shit with my natural hair. I relaxed the hair next month and it was very long. I also lost weight and started dressing nice. They weren't laughing anymore. I spoke good English. They looked depressed and intimidated. All the girlfriends of drunks in the area, all the market women wearing wrappers around and some even refused to greet me, that is they refused to respond to my greetings. My first few days there I was passing with my baby and attempted to greet a guy, he muttered that I should dey my dey while he dey on his own, with so much malice and contempt.

I made hair after hair. I used a baby carrier, I never really backed my baby. First day I did that, a drunk passed us and set his red eyes on my baby with such a glare that I was wondering what the little child did to him, is it his fault that his mom got something different to carry him with? My child was fair and cute at that point. People said I was fine and my baby was fine, some kids said when they grow up they want to have my style, some people came up to me and praised me. I didn't know the fire I was lighting up under my own ass ...

I saw a lot of things from those people. I was mocked, they sent their kids to ridicule me in the market, their kids on their own started insulting me and my child. Once I couldn't make that hair again it was a great victory for them, the boys from the betting shop close by will actually call their friends to where i am, point at me and laugh. They observed me very closely and mocked me anytime I wasn't able to keep to the former standard of nice dressing and hair, and dressing up my kid. They started loudly complaining that I never allow my child to walk even if he was just a year plus and walked well at home. Some people will even come up to me and tell me to allow the boy to walk. Someone directly told me it's because I use a baby carrier and not what Is common to the neighborhood, which is backing babies with wrapper.

When that mockery with intensity set up on making me an object of ridicule started, even aboki join in o. When the kids were following me with songs and the women and drunks in the area that I never greet were sated, aboki sef start to dey feel important, they will pass and look me up and down slowly, they would laugh. I had ignited so much hatred by suddenly moving in looking nice and being different with my baby.

A woman dropped a fetish substance of boiled eggs and God knows what at my door to scare me or anything else. A line of women sat in the narrow path we cross every day observing me and my son. They didn't stop observing until when after things got bad, my son turned dark in complexion then they stopped their close up mockery and left in smiles.

I cut my long hair to get them off, if that was the thing that made them angry. They didn't stop, they mocked me more. They started saying I looked like a man, some people will loudly comment to my face when their friends point me out. The stupid drunks in the area felt important, the cowards now felt confident that they now swerve when I pass, idiots. Who should be swerving for who. The same drinks that start playing abusive music about cheating wives and saying all sorts of things to make themselves feel ok because I don't greet them, they said I'm old, they said I've given birth, they said I used to sleep with senators and later they said na me go dey look for senators.

I started speaking pidgin because of the hostility and angry claims that I'm just a poor person who was forming, but that changed nothing.

I can't say all but it really affected me, I went down to feeling like nothing. Leaving for a while never stopped them , when I came back they resumed mockery and monitoring. I left again and now it seems they are sated because they have ridiculed me to a point when they can now take their eyes off me and afford not to care.

I now don't dare to do any hair style that the old women in the neighborhood don't do again, nothing flashy. I don't have that self esteem again, I became hard towards my son, I frown whenever I'm out because I wake up every day remembering my 'downfall' in the neighborhood. I don't know if I will regain my former softness or self esteem, right now I'm like whatever. Sometimes I hit my kid In public, I found myself acting just like those women tying wrapper, those old unfashionable women with hairstyles that make them look even older. I decided today that I'll try and mend my relationship with my son because he no longer looks sad when I hit him, he just got home today and started smashing his most loved toy on the wall. That's anger issues starting because of me, so I'll try to heal and fix things with him.

There are many animalistic people and most, not all, people in the hood are of that type. They can't see you shine and not make you miserable.

I'm glad we may be moving out soon.

If u have money just leave the area....

purples25:
If you live in a local neighborhood you will regret your life because they can not mind their business, they gossip and are highly competitive. They are fetish too and wicked and they want to destroy anyone who has a hint of difference in their neighborhood.

Your last statement is very true

Women gossip a lot, it's their nature, especially the broke, ugly, bitter ones.

Avoid them, unless you are fuccking.

Stay dangerous and ignore people... staying dangerous is important.

purples25:
Husband is very immune to all these. His facial expression alone makes people understand not to mess with him. He doesn't give a rats ass what they think. He can be very hard, always told me not to associate, keep it at greeting and go my way. That these people, some of them aren't human again. It seems exaggerated, but that's the way they reason, like pests and demons rather than humans, though a few amongst them are still well behaved and caring.

Because I'm not used to that kind of challenge, I got upset many times, but I'm stronger from every experience.

The people kept at it low key. I don't want to go into details but I've been out of their reach for a while now thanks to hubs, and it has given me peace.

Listen to your husband, humans have spirits, some have the demonic spirit...you can't be cool with random people.

purples25:
Moved in two years ago or so. My first time of living in a neighborhood like that. Me and hubby trying to sit tight until things got better.

I came in right after having my baby and looked like shit with my natural hair. I relaxed the hair next month and it was very long. I also lost weight and started dressing nice. They weren't laughing anymore. I spoke good English. They looked depressed and intimidated. All the girlfriends of drunks in the area, all the market women wearing wrappers around and some even refused to greet me, that is they refused to respond to my greetings. My first few days there I was passing with my baby and attempted to greet a guy, he muttered that I should dey my dey while he dey on his own, with so much malice and contempt.

I made hair after hair. I used a baby carrier, I never really backed my baby. First day I did that, a drunk passed us and set his red eyes on my baby with such a glare that I was wondering what the little child did to him, is it his fault that his mom got something different to carry him with? My child was fair and cute at that point. People said I was fine and my baby was fine, some kids said when they grow up they want to have my style, some people came up to me and praised me. I didn't know the fire I was lighting up under my own ass ...

I saw a lot of things from those people. I was mocked, they sent their kids to ridicule me in the market, their kids on their own started insulting me and my child. Once I couldn't make that hair again it was a great victory for them, the boys from the betting shop close by will actually call their friends to where i am, point at me and laugh. They observed me very closely and mocked me anytime I wasn't able to keep to the former standard of nice dressing and hair, and dressing up my kid. They started loudly complaining that I never allow my child to walk even if he was just a year plus and walked well at home. Some people will even come up to me and tell me to allow the boy to walk. Someone directly told me it's because I use a baby carrier and not what Is common to the neighborhood, which is backing babies with wrapper.

When that mockery with intensity set up on making me an object of ridicule started, even aboki join in o. When the kids were following me with songs and the women and drunks in the area that I never greet were sated, aboki sef start to dey feel important, they will pass and look me up and down slowly, they would laugh. I had ignited so much hatred by suddenly moving in looking nice and being different with my baby.

A woman dropped a fetish substance of boiled eggs and God knows what at my door to scare me or anything else. A line of women sat in the narrow path we cross every day observing me and my son. They didn't stop observing until when after things got bad, my son turned dark in complexion then they stopped their close up mockery and left in smiles.

I cut my long hair to get them off, if that was the thing that made them angry. They didn't stop, they mocked me more. They started saying I looked like a man, some people will loudly comment to my face when their friends point me out. The stupid drunks in the area felt important, the cowards now felt confident that they now swerve when I pass, idiots. Who should be swerving for who. The same drinks that start playing abusive music about cheating wives and saying all sorts of things to make themselves feel ok because I don't greet them, they said I'm old, they said I've given birth, they said I used to sleep with senators and later they said na me go dey look for senators.

I started speaking pidgin because of the hostility and angry claims that I'm just a poor person who was forming, but that changed nothing.

I can't say all but it really affected me, I went down to feeling like nothing. Leaving for a while never stopped them , when I came back they resumed mockery and monitoring. I left again and now it seems they are sated because they have ridiculed me to a point when they can now take their eyes off me and afford not to care.

I now don't dare to do any hair style that the old women in the neighborhood don't do again, nothing flashy. I don't have that self esteem again, I became hard towards my son, I frown whenever I'm out because I wake up every day remembering my 'downfall' in the neighborhood. I don't know if I will regain my former softness or self esteem, right now I'm like whatever. Sometimes I hit my kid In public, I found myself acting just like those women tying wrapper, those old unfashionable women with hairstyles that make them look even older. I decided today that I'll try and mend my relationship with my son because he no longer looks sad when I hit him, he just got home today and started smashing his most loved toy on the wall. That's anger issues starting because of me, so I'll try to heal and fix things with him.

There are many animalistic people and most, not all, people in the hood are of that type. They can't see you shine and not make you miserable.

I'm glad we may be moving out soon.

Always insightful to read your personal stories. Sorry for the awful experience in that neighbourhood.

How has this situation affected your relationship with your husband? I'm curious.

DemonSlayer:
Always insightful to read your personal stories. Sorry for the awful experience in that neighbourhood.

How has this situation affected your relationship with your husband? I'm curious.

Thanks, your concern is appreciated.

As long as I keep ignoring troublemakers and gossips in the area, we are good.

purples25:
Thanks, your concern is appreciated.

As long as I keep ignoring troublemakers and gossips in the area, we are good.

I'm glad it didn't cause resentment between you. Some women might see living in such a harsh neighborhood as a result of their husband's inability to provide a better quality of life. That kind of resentment could poison the relationship, making them even more miserable. I'm glad it never reached that point for you.