Three hours had gone so fast! I spent three whole hours watching many videos around YouTube of sculptures. I began to gain interest in sculpting. It was quite fascinating to me that I could draw and paint professionally and then I planned on going into sculpting which I felt like I was good at already even though I hadn't attempted a thing yet. (⋆ʾ ˙̫̮ ʿ⋆)
Watching YouTube videos was extremely relaxing. I didn't have to go out to search for what I was looking for; virtually everything was on YouTube.
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𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐓𝐮𝐛𝐞—𝐰𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐬!
Ofttimes, I pondered about every one of the socials, how Incredible their works were and how one man's idea could change the world.
"Humans set up those platforms through the power of their thinking and a lot of people benefit from them today. Question is: WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MAKE THE WORLD A BETTER PLACE IN THIS TECHNOLOGICAL AGE AND ON THOSE PLATFORMS THAT THEY INVENTED. WHERE'S YOUR OWN IDEA?"
Someone, or a group of people, insightful humans built a platform where other people could share their ideas around the globe and earn!
Someone, or a group of people, witty humans, decided that humans need to interact with each other in togetherness and communicate with those far away!
Someone or a group of people, ingenious humans, came up with a mean through which I could get information without needing to ask people about stuff or wait till an information would reach my end!
I had taken out the garbage in all of my social media accounts. I almost deleted every one of them but I did not intend on losing my good works. So, I still was the same person but with few, new changes. I also changed my username all around the platforms I was involved in and blocked a whole bunch of people, including MoonBloom and her 𝑛𝑢𝑡𝑧𝑦 cousin.
The last time I watched any lascivious video was when the dramatic incident happened and I had to leave social media for a long time.
In determination, I had to battle with constantly viewing words and images that were detrimental to my mental health; that were either gruesome or immoral. It was burdensome to handle especially because it was being shoved in my face but I didn't want what happened the last time to repeat itself. I didn't want those things to have dominion over me neither did I desire that I'd stay up drooling for more of those videos rather than watching helpful videos on YouTube.
I continued to draw and paint ceaselessly and meliorate my skills by staying up late to watch more YouTube videos.
I chatted with more valuable people who still wanted to be friends with me after the whole incident, who understood me.
I chose to accept whatever outcome my contents on Instagram, Facebook, TikTok and WhatsApp was. I didn't relent though, I strived to increase the outcome of viewers but in the right way, and since the right way seemed to be a slow process except for "God's grace" as my friends claimed. I accepted it and patiently awaited success.
I followed other artists online whom gave me more inspiration and encouraged me to be better at what I did; one of them was Zephaniah Dankworth popularly known as "Zeph."
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One particular evening, I was walking down my street to get something when a boy stopped me.
"Excuse me, are you Temi?"
"Yes,"I lifted an eyebrow. ( • ω •＾)
"Really?" His face beamed with joy. "This is amazing. I've been watching you from a distance and staring at your pictures online wondering if it's really you. I'm Sam. I'm your friend on Facebook."
"Oh, really? I don't recognize you."
"I expected that. We've been friends for months now. There's none of your drawings that I don't admire, none. Sometimes I screenshot them and send them to my status. I even used one as my phone's wallpaper." He showed it to me.
"Wow!"
"You're so creative! Your mind is another world on its own. I love how you use your artworks to depict life situations, how you make even a single stroke with a pencil say many deep words and educate people."
"Wow." I couldn't find the right words to say. "But I've never seen any of your comments on my contents before."
"My bad. That's because I am not the type who makes comments and stuff. I enjoy taking screenshots and viewing the comments of others rather than commenting."
"That's... New?" I was completely surprised.
"So where are you off to?"
"Just that shop on the left."
"Let me be your escort for today." He smiled charmingly and we walked together.
"So there was this day I was so depressed. I came across one of your paintings with edifying quotes attached to them. That one thing made me bounce back on my feet. I don't know how it did but it just did. I went to the same place that I was too reluctant to visit because I was depressed and because I had been rejected so many times and I just gave up. I went there and to cut the long story short, I met a stranger. One thing led to another and I ended up signing a contract for my shoe business. Temi, I wouldn't have gone to that place if I wasn't encouraged to and I would never have been encouraged if I didn't see that post that day. Thank you. I'm so glad I met you. It seems as if God designed this meeting."
"Oh my gosh, I'm so speechless right now! This is sooooooo touching."
I got the stuffs I wanted to buy and approached the counter to pay with my Dad's ATM card. I asked of the total cost of everything and the salesperson answered, "thirty-five thousand naira."
"Thirty-five?!" I exclaimed. "Did I purchase this whole building or what? Anyways, here's my ATM card."
"Can I do the honour of paying your bills?" Sam asked while lowering my outstretched arm from handing the card to the sales person and I replied "No, it's totally fine."
"Please. I need to."
"No, don't worry about that. It's actually not a problem."
We argued back and fourth on whom was worthy of paying the bills when suddenly, my body guard, Remi, approached us with a soured look on his fair face.
"Good evening," Remi greeted the salesperson then Sam. He turned to me, "Temi, do you need help with anything?"
"No. I'm fine."
"Should I pay?" He asked further. He had obviously been spying on us!
"No! I'm good guys."
"Guys?" Remi looked at me with his I'm-not-smiling-i'm-not-frowning-but-you're-in-trouble look.
"Come on, Temi. Don't allow me leave here knowing I couldn't do anything for you in return. Please."
I was silent and he payed for what I purchased. He also whispered something to the salesperson and he nodded. Remi looked already pissed.
"So, I need to leave now. It was so nice meeting you, Temi. You're my hero. See you online," his faced beamed with joy once again. "Have a good day, bro," he waved at Remi and exited.
"Remi, what is wrong with you? Why are you so easily triggered?" I asked, not minding that the salesperson was prying in our business. The salesperson walked out on us only to return in few minutes with large boxes of the most expensive chocolates and perfumes. "The gentleman asked me to give this to you."
Remi gave an angry smile. He shook his head and left without saying a word.
It was quite amazing how one who seemed invisible to my contents could gain more than those who frequently dropped comments of hype on my posts. He even went as far as sharing my posts with others, using it as his wallpaper, and paying my bills!!
What an impact!!!
Through this, I got a deeper understanding of what it meant to be impactful on social media.
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"𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 '𝐞𝐦, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭."—𝐀𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐚
I pondered so deeply about everything he said and came to my awareness that those whom kept quiet on posts could gain even more than those whom were visible. And basically, oftentimes, I couldn't tell how much people had viewed a post from me.
"What if the majority of people who see my contents are like Sam and only few are not? Then why do I worry so much about likes and stuff when this is the real thing?" I thought to myself.
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𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐃𝐮𝐝𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞! 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬!
Often, I acquired merely one like on my photos, my drawings and it made me almost give up but my meeting with Sam changed my mindset for good. This, I also shared online. (⊰:❦
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ΩInsane.
∆...including MoonBloom and her 𝑛𝑢𝑡𝑧𝑦 cousin.
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