I don’t know who the lady I pulled the rug from under her feet is. Please, help me find her. I need to apologize.

I don’t know who the lady I pulled the rug from under her feet is. Please, help me find her. I need to apologize.

Someday when I’m standing on the rug in our parlour, I’ll ask my father to pull it from under my feet.

“Why?” He’ll ask.

“Experiment,” I’ll tell him.

He’ll look at me like I’m mad and almost going market mad. I’ll look at him in a knowing way to affirm his thoughts.

That night, he’ll possibly pray for me to not run mad. That night he’ll remember when Tonia Amaka said, “These books you’re buying and reading up and down, don’t run mad o.”


That night… is fiction. I won’t ever ask my dad to pull the rug from under my feet.

I’m not being totally honest now, am I?

Maybe I’ll ask him someday. But not that night.


I need no experiments. I’ve experienced this pulling off from under the feet scenario.

Many times!

Recently in April when against all rational judgment, I decided that I’m going to start afresh with a company I — with a team — have built from 2013 till I decided…

…That it’s time to crash it and start afresh because of many things I choose to not write about today.

Someday, I’ll write about this decision.


Crashing is pulling the rug from under your feet.

So is ‘failing’ — take note of the inverted commas.

So is being ‘rejected’ — again, the inverted commas.

So is a lot of negatives.


But there’s something about this I figured in the first quarter of this year.

Most folks think when the rug is pulled from under someone’s feet — by that person or by a very good or very evil person — that it’s the end.

But it’s not.

They never talk about the few seconds before you smack your head or flat buttocks on the hard ground.

I see you’re checking if your buttocks is flat. Result?


We need more mathematicians.

The few seconds before you go smack are magical. You could — within them — decide how you want to fall.

On your head. Or flat buttocks. Or you could decide to stand.


Go to your parlour tonight.

Look around: no one must be awake.

If anyone is awake, tell them you’re practicing this defense technique.

Imagine that your parlour is earth and that you live there.

Imagine that LIFE happens in that parlour.

Imagine that oftentimes wrong things may happen — for good reasons or bad reasons.

Imagine that those wrong things are collectively the pulling out of the rug you’re standing on from under your feet.

Now… when you’re seconds away from landing smack on the floor…

Think of me, think of this post and most importantly, think how you want to fall.

Your seconds are over…

*smack*

Written by Okwukwe

Writer + Entrepreneur + Designer + Creative Artist + Tech Lover + Firework Lover + Travel Freak + Retired Economist (’08-’12) = Okwukwe

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