Anger is a choice by Akindele Oyinlola Dorcas

''Anger is a choice, as well as a habit. It is a learned reaction to frustration, in which you behave in ways that you would rather not. In fact, severe anger is a form of insanity. You are insane whenever you are not in control of your behavior. Therefore, when you are angry and out of control, you are temporarily insane.''
Wayne W. Dyer.

I'd been temporarily insane, too many times, in the past. I grew up as a sweet little kid, but mysteriously in my early teenage days, Anger set in. I don't mean that yeye female anger that cannot even light a candle, I mean the one that can ignite a bomb.

Over little issues, I'd huff and puff and scream, and spoil stuffs. My mum would call family meeting, and will be like ''E ma ba aburo yin soro'', and that little ''advice your younger sister will ignite my anger again''.

I hardly find things funny, I'd just be looking at you, imagining ''what's funny?'', not caring whether you'd be embarrassed or not. I was a little girl, who couldn't control her anger.

Those days, if I'm angry, do not come near me. I'd bang my phone on the wall, smash plates on the floor, bang the door, shout at people, and frown for ages.

I grew up with it, in fact, got to OAU with it. If you knew me in part one, you can testify. I'd flip easily, and blast people. I never cared about respect when I'm angry.

Let me tell you about people with anger weakness, they know their attitude ain't good enough. Reminding them only worsen the matter. All they need is a friend, someone who'll pray and play them out of that attitude.

Holding anger is a poison. It eats you from inside. It ate me to a point, but the words of King Solomon challenged me. I decided not to be a fool anymore, not to be insane, weird and scary. It was odd, but I started smiling.

Now, here I am. I look over the years and I know that Grace saved me. I'm one of the most jovial person I know, I'd smile, I'd respect and I'd honour. I look at angry roommates, and I'll tell my friends that ''Ibinu 5 naira''. Worthless anger.

I'm here now, and I appreciate everyone who didn't give up on me. My parents, my siblings, my friends, thank you for sticking with me, till this moment. I know, most times, those we hurt with our words are those who care enough to listen, in the first place.

I can say now, proudly, that anger ain't an uncontrollable part of me no more. In fact, I can't remember the last time I flipped uncontrollably. Oluwa seun!

What made me remember this? At this spot, where I took this pictures today, some years ago, I can remember breaking some sets of plates simply because too many people were calling me at the same time. I smh(Shaking my head) for my then self.

Nothing is impossible.

PS. Tomorrow, I'll be writing about dealing with people with anger issues. Stay tuned.

By :- Akindele Oyinlola Dorcas (MilohwithanH)

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