Dress how you want to be addressed

You have to dress how you want to be addressed. I was at the bank the other day, the queue was much, as i entered into the banking hall, unknown to me i drew people's attention as i stepped in with a gentle and officous step, dressed in my black suit, bobmali hairstyle holding a flat khaki envelop where i put some documents. I moved toward the customer care representatives to be clarified of some financial problem.

"Hi, good day ma'am, i want to make
some deposit into my account, would you mind helping me, please, here, the money i want to deposit with my account information, it's clearly detailed," a young handsome man said to me, handing the piece of paper and huge amount of money to me. I was flabbergasted.

"Am sorry, am a customer like you are but move on to meet the accounting personnel at the counter," i directed him. 

It was actually humourous to few people standing close to us, where i could see the young man put up an embarrassing look on his face, while some still doubted that i was not a banker, i could hear them talking to themselves that perhaps i didn't want to help the young man.

To me, i was not surprised at the mistaken identity because the incident has its own significant. The significance of their remark became clear only later. It was also after that incident that i came to realize that we can win people's trust, love and make them depend and have confidence in us, at times even confide in us of their secret.

Another incident happened few days back. I walked into Fidelity Bank environment to withdraw with my ATM card because it was Saturday, looking around was pissed up because of much queue. We had to queue up in the scourging sun waiting for turns, unfortunately one Automated Teller Machine was working, we waited impatiently.

Suddenly, a motorcycle appeared on the scene, a very slim young girl dressed in a black jean trouser and a T-shirt bounced out, acting ignorantly, dashed in straight to the ATM, while the guy waited for her on the motorcycle, "scram, you fool, rude and lack of manner of etiquette! Get out of here!" the security yelled at her, guys began murmuring, abusing, tittering and criticizing her, embarrassment written all over her, she quickly backed off, jumped on the motorcycle and the guy drove off immediately with shame of what was done to his girl.

We have the power to position ourselves well and power to disgrace ourselves well. I then realized that the ball is in our court to add value to our life so that we become invaluable with no price tag to equate our quality.

This should expressively have significant effect on everybody reading it...