NECESSARY BEAUTY

If the African continent alone has over 2000 different languages,
then I am confident every sound that ever came out of your mouth since your birth, has meaning;

Cough and it may be the surname of a Zimbabwean woman of Afrikaner origin.
Yawn and you may be calling the name of a 1937 Sino-Japanese War commander.

As funny as it may seem, the sound of your laughter alone may equate that of an undiscovered Amazonian tribe mourning the death of a draughtsman.

Nature is empty without diversity.
Humanity is oneness in difference and difference is a necessary beauty.
 

LET THERE...LET THERE....LET US...

Every compelling dream will be achieved 'with people' and will be 'about people'.

It is therefore no coincidence that God started with "Let there..." to bring into existence creatures that had 'limitations'.

And when it got to creating the one without limitations (Man), a team was required. So He said, "Let Us...." (Gen 1:26). If they were going to have no limitations, all hands on deck for the 'Image' and 'Dominion'.

Jesus appointed 12 people and with them took over the world.
Your dream is going to start with the majority (You and God), then others you may choose to call 'disciples', subordinates, 'colleagues' etc.

Value People for the sake of people and not their value. An educated financial analyst (Judas) may betray but a fisherman (Peter) may betray and change to stay forever!
Power when we Pray !!!

SKILL FULFILLS THE KILL

The lion was the strongest…physical strength was not needed,

The giraffe was tallest… height was unnecessary,

the whale was biggest…size was redundant,

Silvertip Grizzlies could smell you from 18 Miles, yet disqualified

... the cheater could ran like a 'thunder bolt', the Chameleon beautifully ‘colour flipped’, but the demands were different.

It was a 'mouth job'...a job for the most cunning. One who's communication skills would measure up to that of all others creatures combined; absolutely no room for failure...not this one!

...and guess who qualified. The snake! (Gen 3:1)

When skill is placed where it is most needed, there's an explosion either for the good or the bad!

HAPPY FATHER'S DAY, MOM!

God bless you single mothers for your strength and commitment to your roles as 'fathers and mothers'.

To you who have never experienced a father's voice.
Those whose fathers left home and never came back; those who witnessed mummy cry every night; those who have had to face his disappointments and to go the journey alone; to you I appreciate your strength today.

You are the reason why we are children to the Almighty Father not by 'natural birth'.

You are the reason why a carpenter qualified to father Jesus Christ; that you may understand that your greatest father may be found out of 'blood'.

Another voice plays the father role (possibly the voice of a woman) in your life because 'Biology' has limitations.  If Biology would be important in the 'Father Process', God would be married! 

Just embrace the father given you- he's sure not the obvious (and that is why Herod did not qualify to father Christ). He's the one you need to 'observe' to see. He's a mentor, he's a friend, he's an enemy (after all we overcome evil with good), he's a neighbour, he's in church, he's there on the streets!

After all a father is neither an anchor to hold us back, nor a sail to take us there, but a guiding light whose love shows us the way and God only does this the best!

WHAT IS WRONG WITH MY RIGHT? (THE DOCTOR)

 In the first week of April, I had met the only Medical Science student among 'the Einsteins' in my younger brother Daniel's room in KNUST. As usual, unperturbed by the bitter-sweet decision of UTAG, this 'doctor-under-construction' was glued to his chair with eyes violently scanning to grasp the conceptual 'medulla oblongata' demands of his course.

I could not stop me thinking him another product of Unity Hall, who despite the chanting and 'wild' behavior of Konti boys would grow to still adopt the solitary and modest living doctors are known for.

I interrupted with a warm smile and remarked, "From the way you are seriously studying, if you are offered Strike and Sacrifice on the same plate, please don't hesitate to still choose the latter", he burst out laughing.

It is 2:15pm today, 15th April (a day to my birthday) and your guess is right...I'm on the road; in a bus from

Cape Coast to Kasoa. I had taken out my diary to scribble a few thoughts for your read when I woke up at the shouts of two ladies seated right before me. I had been dozing off...

And Guess what; right around Moree Junction, a man seated next to the two ladies, who like me, was presumed to be sleeping, was actually passing out to the other side of life. Yes, quietly dying!

What followed was two gentlemen shaking him vigorously to keep active the last pint of life left in him, whilst

the ladies emptied a bottle of cold water on him.

The driver had 'pumped his breaks' for another passenger to quickly dash out of our 'Kuffuor Bus' in search of

a cab.My desire for sleep had quickly dissipated and my gaze was locked on the scene (wondering what i could possibly do to help).

Within 5 minutes, the sick man had been put in a taxi headed to the closest hospital.

My thoughts were taken aback to how justifiable the actions of doctors (i mean 'D'octors) were when they sacrificed today's life for tomorrow's bread. Would this man meet one? What would be their reaction?

It took God 6 days to create everything with man on the 6th day. I am not surprised it takes them 6 years to be fully equipped to handle God's most important creation, the human body. And when God chose the 7th day to rest, they have also chosen the 7th day of their grace period (hope you've been following news?) to watch the average Ghanaian suffer for the inactions of pizza-eating, plane-travelling, suit-wearing lawmakers who do not even use the services of public hospitals.

Two questions:
What if this dying man was the father of a doctor? or
What if he was a peasant farmer awaiting harvest money for his children's school fees and to renew an expired NHIS card in a village where there is only one doctor?

3:15pm (at Budumburam) and I can't wait to get these words here for your thoughts.

"What's wrong with my right to insist on what's left of my right?", a doctor may ask.
If you were in my bus today...No matter how you respond to this, I just pray you don't get any reason to visit the hospital; not even for an excursion!

Pray so for others too! The ear piece of the stethoscope has been locked in our ears to listen to the heartbeat of Mother Ghana; surely Ghana will survive.

NOT FORGETTING YOU O MY PUBLIC ENEMIES (HILARIOUS)

ECG- Didn’t want to be forgotten right? Well you sure got our attention: Candles present, lights on…Candles missing, ‘dark on’. I need permit to be a next door neighbour to Akosombo Dam. I need direct power!

AFARI GYAN- The ‘Pressure’ on you is the solution. It can drive the Akosombo turbines

ONE GHANA CEDI- Where have you been all this while? Responds- with the 'trotro mate o'.

GBC- My new TV set looks so old minutes I tune in to your channel! What has changed?

NATIONAL SERVICE SECRETATRIAT- You do ‘posting’ and not ‘exporting’: how did my best friend end up in Burkina Faso?

ANNOUNCEMENT- PEACE WANTED! Dead or Alive. What did they mean? Oh that's their dog's name!

DEDE AYEW- I'm sure with you we will bring the World Cup home right?

WOYOME- We didn’t expect to see Santa…we expected to see you! Where did all the money go? And where were the Santaclausians (Adisco Boys)?

UCC- At the IEA Debate, Prof Naana and Kojo Oppong Nkrumah made us ploud… ‘Proud I mean’, one person couldn’t escape the University of Constant Confusion (UCC)- Ayariga

GWCL- Here is my empty bucket: did you say to your office or the Flagstaff House?

CHINA PHONE- 3 pieces plus a woofer equals a successful funeral!   

MTN- PERMISSION TO USE MY OWN CREDIT: Dear Sir, I formally write to you....

POLITICIANS- You are the reason for God. The day you solve our problems, God retires!

Despite your shortfalls, we do appreciate your efforts. Happy New Year Once again!

NO MORE OPTIONS? GREAT!

When I ran out of options, my faith mounts the skies like an eagle at high altitude.

When my untying the rope seem to be more entangling, when human effort is effortless, when sophisticated weaponry allows my seeing nothing but a mirage, when hope shuts down and reason needs rebooting, when all listening ears expire;

then the 'listening ears' to my prayer steps in!

Seconds and my bitterness is archived, plummeted in a testimony chest that awaits your own challenges. 

Heaven pulls my petition file and endorses for the release of uncommon grace and favour to see me through the mountains I face. It is in these moments the mountains disappear. A path clearer than the ones I have imagined in my wildest dreams is created before my very eyes. The promise of the one true God becomes so heavy in its implementation; so simple in its manifestation; and so glorious in its divination.

Don’t give up on your challenges! You are building gigabytes of uncommon testimonies to baffle the confused minds of the unbelief.