If I was writing this a few years ago, I would write that I have no haters.
I was a mediocre who wanted to be on the good side of everyone. So, I was ready to do good by them.
If anyone made a negative comment about me - directly or not, I would begin to look for ways to adjust and live right by them.
But then, I began to identify them not long ago.
The haters - people who needed me to constantly be at a place and not move at all to make them feel good about themselves.
The people who needed me to shrink myself every time.
It was the human who told me it was a bad thing to share the kind of personal things I do online. And one time, she mistakenly opened up to me to say she wished she could have enough courage to share even more than I did.
A hater was the one who told me how much a shame it is that I trust that the kids around me love me enough.
That they only come around me for what I give them.
It is the human who said it is a shame that I spend time making photographs which she equated to wasting my time, with the kids instead If finding something better to do.
A hater is the human who came by my Mum's shop not too long ago, saw some foodstuffs, and said, even though this human would later claim it was a joke, that - I was too much.
And when I wondered how the human said I took pictures of one of my sons with some foodstuffs I got from the shop claiming I had bought them.
That meant that I had taken the money for the little boy for my personal use and asked him to pose for the camera with the foodstuffs in the shop as a camouflage.
A hater is also the human who came to ask if I was writing every day with pictures of me attached, for attention.
A time in the past, I had been accused of stealing a phone in a hostel my Mother and I clean every morning.
And a hater would, after saying he was sure I didn't do it, of course, go behind to tell everyone he was so positive I did it because I loved phones like my life.
They'd spread rumors about me and come back to laugh in my face.
I used to confront these people.
I was too weak and they always saw it clearly.
My weakness always relieved them of their frustrations and they always won.
I learnt better recently and I am grateful that I am almost completely ignoring them.
I almost do not give a crap anymore.
I just remind myself how uncomfortable and sad my life makes them.
These people are not entirely a set of bad people.
They are simply a group of unfortunately sad people.
Now, I deal with them by ignoring them. It gives me peace; emotionally, mentally.
Note:
It's important to note that not everyone who talks bad about you is a hater especially if you have a bad attitude.
But it's more important to understand the difference between genuine criticism and a hater's opinion of/about you.