Last week, on a drive home, I told a funny story that was supposed to make the three friends riding with me laugh. The whole story took about ten minutes to tell. I was as artistic, creative and comic as I could manage. When the opportunity lent itself, I exaggerated a bit, all in a bid to make sure they laughed in the end, because there was no way I was going to invest that much time and energy into being funny and accept dullness or indifference in response.
O, so I gbaa the story saaah to the very end then Yvonne goes “Ben, you know this’ like the third time you’re telling this story right?” This silly look embraced my face like a mushy mother, then they erupted into epic laughter. The consolation was that they did laugh eventually. So anyways, now before any story, I like to give a disclaimer “I’m not sure if I’ve told you this already, or if you’ve heard it somewhere…”
So well, I’m not sure if I’ve told you this already, or if you’ve heard it somewhere, but once upon a time, two frogs fell into a barrel of milk in the Odorkoor area. Now if it was me who fell inside a bucket of milk, we’d see who’d end up in who. You ge’ me? But those poor creatures who hadn’t found the princess who’d kiss them into princes just happened to find themselves in a white place at the wrong time.
Both of them pedaled and whipped their limbs constantly in a desperate attempt to stay afloat and not drown. An hour passed, then another, but the situation didn’t improve. They were running out of breath, air and hope. They tried and tried till the threat of muscle pulls seemed imminent. Then eventually Kobe frog says to Kwasi frog amid frantic gasps “Charle, a blow that’s inevitably yours received earlier extricates you from future hostilities.”
Kwasi frog says “Didn’t know you were that smart Kobe frog.”
“Well. Alas, we find our true selves in the end abi?” and with that Kobe frog gave up the ghost . There were tiny bubbles, then Kobe frog sank to the bottom of the barrel, lifeless.
Kwasi frog didn’t let that get to him. He huffed, then puffed, then huffed and puffed (sorry, wrong story) Kwasi frog pushed and flapped and swam aaaaahhhh then eventually the stubborn milk started to curdle. Then curdled some more, then it became thick enough to be packaged in laughing cow cheese triangles, then Kobe frog hopped out, and took some of the cheese to go and give to his mice friends. If it wasn’t for the Akwasi frog flavor in the cheese, they would have all lived happily ever after. Because you see Akwasi belonged to an Ewe medicine man who took action, and even those who smelled some of the cheese died. Just kidding. Especially about the Ewe part. See this black me, who am I to be racist? Ei, tribalistic? One love.
So well the moral of the story is: Turing milk into cheese is a darn difficult task. Also, you should never give up. Just keep on going. Don’t stop when you’re tired, stop when you’re done. It’s darkest before dawn, hardest before it gets easy. Think in worst case scenario mode. What’s the worst that could happen if you gave it your best shot? If it’s not certain death, you really don’t have an excuse.
So this post, dear friend, is to say one thing; don’t give up. Just don’t. Turn life’s lemons into lemonade. And when life gives you pepper, make the best pepper soup you ever had! Everyone gets discouraged or doubtful at a point, so the message of hope is timeless.
Grace is the eye glasses that make hope easier to see. Grace comes from above. Get grace, get hope, go kick a**! (French for apple)
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