Growing up in Africa, in a cultural setting where you are raised to care and appreciate everything around you. To say please and thank you, and if you step on someone’s toes or someone hurts themselves around you, you say sorry. That is the norm for the yoruba tribe. If you do not do these things, you are considered uncaring, rude or badly raised.
In Europe, if you bump into someone in the workplace and ask “Are you alright?” job is done. If someone trips or hurts themselves around you, and you say sorry. What you get next is, it is not your fault.
Some things are good in the right environment they are created for or where they are being used. Habit of saying sorry turned me into apologizing all the time which is sometimes misconstrued as feeling guilty. I am indeed guilty of not adapting my language into the society I have lived in for over a decade. I am guilty of being an apologist by cultural default. Unfortunately, sometimes you get taken for granted because it appears I have pleaded guilty to a sin that was not even available to be committed.
I however do not apologize for who I am. This is because, I absolutely and totally love me, with all my faults and failings, with my body and bones and all that is me and so I share one of my favorite poems with you today and hope you love yourself as much as I do me.
And you hold the key!!