If there is one thing I hope people say about me long after I’ve walked out of a room, it’s this:
“Omotola is truly compassionate—she’ll take the shirt off her back if you need it.”
Now, before you picture me walking around half-dressed in the name of charity 😄, let me explain.
Compassion, for me, is not a random act. It is a lifestyle, a calling, a quiet promise I made to myself and to God:
Whenever I can help, I will. Whenever I can make someone feel seen, I should.
And I’m grateful there are people who can boldly attest to this—my dear friend Oluwakemi, who always laughs and says,
“If you tell Omotola your problem, be prepared—she’ll give you everything but her last strand of hair!”
(And honestly, depending on the hairstyle, I might even negotiate that too. 😄)
But truly, kindness is not about grand gestures. Sometimes it’s offering a listening ear when someone feels invisible. Sometimes it’s sharing what you have, even when it’s not plenty. Sometimes it’s choosing gentleness in a world that keeps trying to make us hard.
I hope when people talk about me, they remember how I made them feel—valued, supported, encouraged. I hope they remember the warmth rather than the flaws. I hope they say,
“She showed up with love, every single time.”
And maybe, just maybe, they also mention that I give really good hugs and unsolicited motherly advice. Because honestly, that part is true too. 😄
So here’s my little reminder to you today:
If you have something to give—joy, time, a prayer, a smile—give it. The world is full of people carrying heavy loads, and you never know whose life your kindness might lighten.
And if you ever need a shirt?
Well… let me check my laundry basket, but I got you. 💕
Peace!
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