When I was little, I kept a piggy bank. I lie, piggy banks actually looked piggish, mine was the creative masterpiece of an unaccomplished area carpenter. It was still good though. It was a small box with a slit on the top of it. Susu box, that’s what we called it; the Ghanaian child’s first encounter with the concept of saving.
Originally, those things were meant for keeping pocket change. If you kept dropping spare money in it long enough, you’d eventually get a significant sum. Well not in my side of Osu; there was no spare money or change anywhere. You had to rely on generous visiting uncles and faded coins dropped and forgotten in sandy, sun-scorched corners. Forget Jack Sparrow, those were the real treasure hunts. Sometimes the most coins were in Nyaniba Estate gutters. We’d ‘fish’ them out, wash them and ‘launder’ them in our susu boxes. Because of the sparse flow of spare change, it took quite a while to get any meaningful amount in your box. The most heartbreaking days were the ones that you’d return from school to find your box smashed and your big brother or cousins gone. Untraceable!
Those were the risks of ultra-small scale micro financing back in the day. It wasn’t always like that. There were good times when after months of dropping coins and folding paper, you’d pry your box open and find enough money to become your own Santa. You became the area star when you walked onto that bald, sandy pitch with your-own-sweat ‘case 5’ football in your armpit. Even though the whole world knew you were crap at football, it was your ball, so you even got to choose a team. The power of Susu!
It’s funny how such simple things apply in many other ways in life. For example, simple isolated prayers collect to form a powerful blockade against the most sinister ploys. Picture an imaginary susu box that accepts the ‘coins’ of your prayer. A little ‘thank you God’ here, a little “Come through for me” there. A little “secure my future” here, a little “travel with me” there. Sow tiny coins of prayer throughout each day and reap a windfall in due time.
The biggest impediment will be your mind. It will convince you that you’re wasting your time, that the sins of last night have muted your petitions, that you’re just setting yourself up for disappointment. It will sound very convincing, but you mustn’t listen! Establish in your thoughts that if even every coin of prayer goes waste, you lose nothing by making such positive confessions. If nothing massive comes out of it, at least you cleaned your mouth with heavenly detergent.
But trust me, there’s never a thing as wasted prayer. Pray even if you’re doubtful, especially when you’re doubtful. Doubt is proof that your continuous prayer can cause massive damage to what you’re praying against. Doubt is the result of an S.O.S sent by a puny demon who’s just seen that his days are numbered if you keep going on like that. Doubt and fear aren’t weaknesses or signs of unworthiness, they’re proof that even in your sinful filth, you still wield power to effect spiritual decrees that will manifest in physical breakthroughs. Look at them are strengths. Your doubt is the devil’s ‘Check engine’ sign. Let it spur you on to keep dropping ‘prayer coins’ in the susu box of eternity.
The good thing is, no big brother or cousin can break into this box. It’s there, waiting for you to pile it up and cash in when you need it most. I can confidently tell you because very recently, I cashed in on my box of ‘coin prayers’. 80% of them were said in great doubt or fear, but it didn’t stop them from piling up, from causing a great effectual door from being opened and a heavy load from being lifted.
So this is to urge you on. Take your prayer susu box seriously, because ‘when it is coming, then it is doing’ (eeba na ey)), and give me a shout out when that day comes and it hits you that ‘oooooohhhh goodness! So you’d been listening all along God.’ I’ll celebrate with you. Right now, let’s start this “Thank you Jesus.”
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