SOUL'E RHYMEZ WORLD

As long as life exists, there always will be people that look beautiful and those that look ugly – I, fortunately, belong to the latter. I grew up getting the worst treatments because of how I looked. Nobody liked me; I had a not-well shaped head and big lips – I was nicknamed ridiculously based on my look. It was hard growing up simply because I looked ugly.   My secondary school days were the worst of my days with bullies, both physically and verbally – many people bullied me because they did not like how I looked. I got back from school daily having another bully story to tell. Talk about the girls, I was a complete outcast. I always feared that girls would never like me.   When I got to sss2, my fear became a reality; I fell in love with one girl named Esther who joined us in sss2. She appeared to possess all I wanted in a woman, and being one goal-getter, I went for her despite I knew that the odds of getting her were very slim.   She was a queen and I was the ugliest of all

In part one of this article, I wrote about my experience in secondary school – how I was too ugly to attract a girl. However, as time went on, I realized that being as ugly as people considered me to be was a blessing from God.   When someone saw my brother’s photo and how handsome he looked, she asked - why are you ugly and your brother is handsome? My response was simple and significant – ponder over it before passing on because it is the soul of this article. I said, ‘God gave each person what he needs.’   My brother may need to be handsome to be who he is, I do not need that. That is not to undermine handsomeness, but to show that it is not what we do not have that stops us, but what we have and do not know how to use.   People letting me know that I was ugly was a blessing in disguise – I needed to find my strength and it helped me to know early enough that my strength was not in my look. This knowledge made me look within to find out what can make people admire me for who I

  Many people see being ugly as a weakness, but while it may be a weakness in its actual sense, in my case it is a blessing in disguise. The story I am about to tell may now help you to stop seeing what God has blessed you with as weaknesses because you have not yet seen the blessings. I have been explaining from the very first part of this article how ugliness gave me life but in this part, I will be taking you through a perspective that you can easily relate with and understand. I grew up in Egbe, Kogi state in an age where there was no internet and I had no access to a phone. The only fun for a guy like me was playing football in the hot sun, and chasing after the girls in the evening – that was all there was of many growing boys’ lives then. Some of my mates became premature fathers and had their education halted. It was a reality that I did not want to experience but one that I did not know how to escape. It was at this time that the value of my look that too many people consi

  One day, I was standing in front of my office alongside an estate agent, as we were discussing, one boy passed. He kept quiet for some time as the boy passed by and said to me “I love the way that guy walks.” That was the same guy that my guys sometimes mock for his walking style that they consider awkward. I also, remember how well I was mocked for having big lips when I was growing up; it seems everyone hated me for it and I was made to believe it was a weakness – I always wished I did not have them. The same lips have now become my center of attraction and love.   I remember a lady calling me an alien because I refused to kiss her. More women have made more attempts to kiss me than I have done to them, but while some got their wishes, many did not. They may not say it but their actions often show that they love my big and sexy lips.   Some time ago I was reading an interview where Nadia Buhari, the beautiful Ghanian actress was asked what she would like to change about her