Been a while people. (Understatement of the Year, I know) I’ve had a number of projects on my plate and work and just about every stress out there so far with work and I’ve only been busy with extra-short pieces (translated: Facebook and WhatsApp statuses, lol) I can fire out in minutes, if not seconds. But today, I am back and will be in as regular a circulation as I can manage to be in around here once more! 😀

Hiatuses are meant to be broken – and what better way than with a short piece from yours truly? 😉 Have a read, let it percolate for a bit, then hit me up with your ideas on this. Let’s dialogue. #TeleTuesdays

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So…I was just replying to a status somewhere else on Facebook when this brainwave hit me. If you’re still reading this, hold onto something because I’m about to upset a number of people – may that not include you, I pray!

 

My dear sister, if you’re looking forward to getting married and your mentality has it as a search for someone who will treat you equally so you may enter into a 50/50 partnership and call it a marriage, please STAHP IT right now! Read More Mrs. 50/50

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“Welcome Ladies & Gentlemen,” the Master of Ceremonies boomed impressively into the microphone, followed by a barely perceptible whisper it would fail to pick, “…though I use the term very lightly.” His stare fell on the Nigerian AJẸ delegation as he did – luckily, they didn’t appear to have noticed the veiled slight.

The first Worldwide Awards Ceremony for the Practitioners of the Alternate Arts (as it was billed at the lobby of the 5-star hotel, welcoming delegates to the exclusive event ) was finally on and attendance was impressive. Registered delegates were from over 95 countries by the last count, with the sizes of each delegation ranging from a minimum of 3 to about 12 – of course, the largest were from African countries mostly (this international gathering would be just like most mainstream ones in that regard, it appeared).

The Swedish HaXa Chapter had been finally chosen to host the programme and they couldn’t be more impressed with themselves…in that stoic, silent, Swedish way of course. Read More Who is Really Doing You??!

Inspiration Religion short story

Last week was not easy. I’m not talking about for the nation Ghana or her new President (#NADAA_Abrε). I’m talking personally here.

 

A friend of mine lost someone very close after a relatively short but intense illness and it ended up sending me into a spin!

People would be surprised, I’m sure, what with doctors allegedly being so used to death that we seem practically immune to its effects. Well, that’s what I thought too at the back of my mind somewhere.

Don’t get me wrong though, I’m way past the bleeding heart doctor of Izzy’s caliber. I’ll confess that it usually only tends to be upsetting for just about the brief minute or two for me to have to tell a relative of a patient that we just lost, “I’m sorry, madam. We tried all we could. We couldn’t revive her after the 3rd time her heart stopped beating despite our best efforts. We lost her.” Or even, “You’re the man now, that’s why I’m telling you and not her mother. I know it feels like you want to lose it here right now, but for the sake of the rest of the family you have to keep your sh** together. It will get better for you all, but right now they need you to keep it together.” Read More Nothing Has Changed!

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Reverend Kwaku Asaph was beaming from ear to ear. This would be his last sermon at the main City branch of the United Christian Church in Ghana but he seemed to have overcome the deep sadness he’d been feeling ever since he’d finally decided to retire from active pastoring.

He’d felt led to do so ever since two months ago when he’d received that letter but as a pastor, he’d warred within for the first month. In fact, he’d started by binding the still voice, fasting and praying for 14 days at a point! He’d finally accepted the conviction as genuine when he’d been woken up from sleep one morning. A quiet voice, as clear as a bell but as soft as a breeze, spoke next to his ear, Isaiah 43:19…

He’d rolled over in bed, careful not to disturb the Rev. Mrs., and reached for his reference bible. He’d taken to sleeping with a dimmed night light on over the past few months so he could see the words clearly now in its light. He smiled as he quietly repeated the words to himself:

For I am about to do something new. See, I have already begun! Do you not see it? I will make a pathway through the wilderness. I will create rivers in the dry wasteland.

If he had any doubts about the veracity of the idea that had been bouncing around in his mind over the past month or so, this Word silenced it.

A bit prone to the dramatic, the Reverend lay back on the bed with his bible spread out on his chest and smiled as he drifted off to sleep again.

Can’t wait for this Sunday… Read More The Last Sermon

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freshly baked Christmas fruit cake

When I was quite a bit younger, my mom used to bake cakes every Christmas. If I were to look back to some of the best parts of my youth so far, the fresh smell of baked cake in the morning would definitely feature prominently. And as you can imagine, the anticipation of said delicacies could drive us into one heck of a tizzy.

What I remember about those times, however, was not so much the joy of biting into freshly baked cake as the stomachaches I’d get whenever my impatient self would eat a little too much cake batter before the cake was even baked.

You see, it wasn’t just the cake that smelled heavenly when fresh – the divine scent of vanilla essence in the cake batter was to me what I’m sure ‘hunny‘ was to Pooh the Bear! My mom had to keep one eye out, at times buttressed by some nuclear level threats, in order to ensure that some batter was even left for baking. Read More Hang In There – Just a Little Longer…

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Confession Time!

I actually had no idea whatsoever what to write about this week; not that there isn’t a wide range of possible things to gripe about: Brexit, Bleaching, Politics, Sports – I couldn’t possibly exhaust them, really. Coupled with a busy schedule, I nearly missed the Eureka moment that gave me this particular article for you.

Good people suffer.good - unfair

This statement isn’t as simple as it sounds. A senior colleague said this about 2 years ago and, to my personal shame, I’m only just now understanding it.

You see, on cursory examination, it seems like an unfair statement because the laws of Karma (which you’re not necessarily subject to as a Christian btw, but that’s another story 😉 ) dictate that good people should get good things, and bad people should get bad. Read More Good People Suffer

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prov - womanOkay. SO I was focused in church last week and something the pastor said in passing got to me. He was expounding on the Proverbs 31 woman in light of Mother’s Day, and for the first time I realized that contrary to public perception, that verse isn’t just about the Virtuous woman, but also talks about the Man, as he’s meant to be, in the position God meant for him to occupy. I know that virtually all women who have stepped into the hallowed halls of a church have come across this passage at some time or the other and would agree that it’s a standard worth living up to, but most men usually gloss over it at the starting, or only read it at some time or the other to point out what some female in his life lacks. Today we’re turning the tables, and our Bibles, to a new take on Proverbs 31.

Now, just as the Bible was revealed and written for all Mankind, this passage is no exception. The second part is actually the part which focuses on telling all and sundry (including – or maybe especially – men) how to identify the Proverbs 31 woman by her multitude of virtues, while the first part addresses men, giving us a glimpse at what is expected of the Proverbs 31 man.

These are some of the important lessons I learnt from the Proverbs 31 man: Read More The Proverbs 31 Man…??!

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Grat - emotSo it happened just by accident – cross my heart. I was just sitting there enjoying my emo tuo with palmnut soup that afternoon when my ears pricked almost of their own accord in the direction of a conversation occurring on the table just behind me.

You see, I was at a canteen on some *ahem* personal business, which coincidentally turned out to be the same venue for a workshop on some Public Health topic or the other. Now, if you’re even a little bit health-inclined, or happen to have an ear out for headlines in Medicine, you’ll know that that’s one of the fastest-growing fields currently.

Grat - 4x4I’d seen the 4-by-4s and branded pickup trucks and, as usual, had subconsciously formed an impression of the ‘bigwigs’ meeting together to discuss research findings and have brainstorming sessions to determine the direction of health policy in Ghana:

Step 1: Write Proposal.

Step 2: Get grant money.

Step 3: Use some of grant money for project and make a killing on the rest.

Step 4: Present findings in a paper alongside and gain academic clout.

Step 5: Repeat.

I judged them harshly, I know – I’ve confessed my sin and have received God’s forgiveness (what about you? But that’s another matter altogether 😉 )

So, this is how the conversation went somewhat: Read More Don’t Dull, Don’t Slack!

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Good morning people. #TeleTuesdays takes a different turn today and this is why. I got some heartbreaking news yesterday when I heard that a good friend of mine had just lost her sister. In times of loss, sometimes all you can give are some words, an ear or a shoulder to cry on. Luckily, there’s Someone who saw it all and Who can soothe all the hurt and make it all better – because it’s always part of His plan.

 

It hurts from deep inside

But His peace. Read More But His Peace…

Inspiration Poems

There was one praise song I never sang when I was little. It was a fast-tempo Twi song that combined feet stomps, emphatic claps and loud voices to launch the ultimate praise attack. I didn’t want any of that. In English, it meant, “I step on the devil, I stomp on the devil. I jump up high, up high, up uuppp high and I stomp on the devil…” That was the repeated over and over again. I disliked it because I felt it was an unprovoked attack on a being that would stay clear of me if I stayed clear of it.

I believed strongly in letting sleeping dogs lie. I didn’t want to look for anyone’s trouble. I just wanted to praise Jesus and get it over with. What did any of that have to do with the devil’s body parts? So in the thick of the praises, I’d just be humming “Bread of heaaavvveen, bread of heaavveen, fill me nooooowwww and eeevverrr mooreeee-oh…” I didn’t want any trouble. I praised prayer warriors and respected them from afar. You, there are choristers, ushers, protocol ministers and all that, you say you don’t like, you want to go and be a prayer warrior, go eh. Only you know how to fight. In my mind, the spiritual life expectancy of anyone too keen on stomping was short. I didn’t want to live on the edge.

In time I realized that God probably allowed me to think that way so we’d have a joke to roll on the floor laughing about later. There is nothing as misinformed as a Christian who thinks he can be ‘peace-loving’ and ‘spiritually co-habit’ with evil. Don’t toch me and I wont toch you.

 

The fact of the matter.

See, you don’t get on evil’s radar because you sung radical praise songs, you do because of what you carry. Even if you were blind, dumb and mute and you carried a great destiny, there’d still be a plot to probably cripple you too. The hard truth is, we were all born with great great destinies embedded in our DNAs. The bigger your destiny and the closer you are to realizing it, the stronger the ‘annoying’ signal you’re emitting. Nobody is going to waste time destroying a porn star, she’s already on self-destruct mode. It is your dream to be great and affect lives that’s causing itches and ringworms on evil’s skin.

So I got to the point where I had to decide, Read More The 1 Praise Song I Never Sang!

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