It was my uncle’s wedding. I was 10 or so at the time. I had been chosen to be a ‘page boy’ and I was excited about it. It would be my first time on a wedding train.

On the D-day, I was dressed up in a well-tailored black suit, pretty sure I was looking dapper, with everything from socks to tie and hand gloves intact. And off we went to the church and then the reception venue.

Y’all know the main procession happens at the reception. So, under the supervision of mum, I managed to remain put together for the show down. But as time kept ticking, I knew I couldn’t stand it for much longer.

Well, we marched in and took our seats. And that was it. I had had enough. Enough of that thick thing they called a suit, causing me heat all over. Enough of the tie trying to choke me. Enough of the gloves stiffening my fingers. And, yes, enough of the shoes inconveniencing my feet.

Needless to say that before the wedding was over, I couldn’t tell where all of those things were. The other two page boy kids had their outfits intact. It made me feel embarrassed, but not like I cared much. My parents were to blame, I thought. They knew I hated those things and still made me wear them.

Yes… I had let them know severally that I hate shoes and anything that won’t let my body breathe. They’d buy shoes for all of us kids at the time and we’d wear them to church (or any other gathering), but by the time the meeting was over, I’d be barefooted and must have lost one leg (if not both legs) of the shoe. It was so bad mum had to stop buying me shoes at some point.

The first time I wore a shoe for up to 3-5 hours straight, mum was shocked, and that was on my matriculation day. It was not until my 20s that I had a change of mind towards shoes.

Now, I can’t explain my love for boots and chubby sneaks. I wear them all day and not remember I’m wearing anything. I guess that’s just how life happens.

Why did I share this story?

Oftentimes we find ourselves resisting certain things just because we are not naturally inclined to doing them. We wave them off even though we know of their importance. I fought wearing shoes. I got so much insults, but cared less. However, as life kept happening and I needed to fit into certain roles, it became harder to avoid. Eventually, I gave in, and now…

It’s the way many people still feel uncomfortable with social media and the whole online stuff, yet they have dreams and businesses they’d like to build. What if I told you I also don’t like all this social media thingy?

But, hey, it’s the age we’re in now. You can’t fight it. The earlier you embrace it, the better for you.

Many years ago, it was easier building a business, getting a job, etc, without being conversant with the online terrain. But it’s hard now, and getting harder by the day.

So, embrace it. Become objective with your use of social media platforms. Learn about those platforms you’re uncomfortable with. Create that LinkedIn profile and build it up. Set up your website/blog. Start talking about what you do on Facebook.

I told myself: shoes are not your enemy; learn to slay in them.

Same way I’d say to you: the Internet and social media are here to stay; learn to maximise them for your own good.

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