I used to have such a big mouth in primary school. Kusi would tell me about a wet dream he had of Maame, then later when Maame and I were hanging out I’d say “Doooooo yyoooouuuu knooowwww wwhoooooo haaasss been naughty with you without your permission?”
One time in class 6, just when adolescence had started touching all my classmates and biology was more visible and practical than all the other sciences, I was minding my own business on the verandah in front of my class when I noticed the girls playing ampe. I would have gone on to buy the cheap but insanely aromatic waakye sold under the tree nearby if it wasn’t Belinda on a row. She was getting all the ‘ostraatiis’ and okondors’ right, but it wasn’t that that caught my eye. I noticed that her chest was exceptionally…wobbly when she jumped.
“Hmmm” I thought “This’ rather interesting.”
So I stood and observed her chest doing the Harlem shake for quite a while, concealing the pleasure my eyes obtained with a disdainful look. When my friend Yaw sprung up on me and asked “Hey! What are you looking at like that?” my big mouth was activated and I answered “See Belinda, when she jumps, her boobs jump wildly, don’t you think she should tell her mum to get her bras?”
I don’t think Yaw got that the question was rhetoric so he actually went to Belinda later to tell her “Ben says you should tell your mum to buy you bras because your boobs jump around when you play.”
O! o na wo b3 ka.
Belinda was angry, hurt and embarrassed and run straight to her very strict Pentecostal mum. The woman was so ticked off she accompanied her daughter to school on Monday to report to Miss. Yamba and inquire which naughty boy was poking his nose in the wrong places. Chaaiii! That was the first time I prayed for the good Lord to send an earth quake my way “Shend it naaw Fada! Shend it nnaaawww!!”
It took a few more instances over the years to learn that it’s not everything you see that you say oo. That’s how come now I walk around with the dark secrets of a thousand people locked up in my head. Don’t get it twisted, it’s not that the size of my mouth has reduced oo (in fact it’s grown bigger), but just as the spirit of the prophet is under his control, the spirit of the big mouthed is also under his control, though much more difficult.
What I do now is, I do big mouth things about what I’m passionate about. About the love God spoils me with, about the amazing things he’s itching to do in the lives of everyone reading this, about the untellable, incredible plans he has for you –that’s the whole idea with this blog. When the internet came around and I discovered blogging, I was like “O Goodness! This is proper big mouth rehabilitation.” Yes, every now and then I succumb to saying “ffung! This your top is stuffy papa!” or hinting Maame about a dream Kusi had, but I rise aggaaaiiinnn! lol
It’s funny, but if you look a little closely you’ll find a much better, nobler use for every possible skill set you have. Imagine Napoleon’s Charisma, Ghadaffi’s vision, Hitler’s resilience, Michael Jackson’s talent all used to glorify God. Imagine all the things you’re capable of doing being channeled to the master’s vineyard.
I think we should get to the point where we make decisions based on lives impacted. ‘Impacted lives’ should become the determiner of what to do next or what to do with what. “How many lives will be impacted if I become Ghana’s leading banker or lawyer. Does this conversation have any connection –if even remotely- with an edified life? When we think in that way it’s easy to find great ways to turn scheming, party-organizing, manipulative, argumentative, dramatic and every other skill or tendency into something impactful. See where my big mouth has landed us 😉
We should dream in a way that gives other people the audacity to dream. We should achieve so that the doubtful would see that it’s possible. We should pioneer so that the door is opened for many others. We should note and share our mistakes so that others don’t need to repeat them. We should be relentless in finding ways to connect our plans and aspirations to the well-being of other people; that’s where fulfillment resides.
So I challenge you to take that big mouth of yours, that overly analytical mind, that luscious body, that awesome chatting skill, that pile of intense pickup lines, that energy overdose in your groin, that appetite for staying out late, that urge to be in a clique or squad and find a way to put it to Godly use, in a way that countless others will always be grateful to you for. That’s wassup.
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