Wednesday 25 July 2012

Mom’s Last Laugh...

Hello my people,

Here's an interesting piece I read on the net. The writer is unknown though but yet the story to me, is intriguing... a thought provoking reflection of how people's life can unfold in times of trial and pain into moments of bliss. Even though at the moment Ghana, we are in a state of mourning for our President, I'd like say that, when we are down to nothing, when all seems lost, when the picture seems gloomy... God is definitely up to something and there is always light at the end of the tunnel. Enjoy:

Consumed by my loss, I didn’t notice the hardness of the pew where I sat. I was at the funeral of my dearest friend — my mother. She finally had lost her long battle with cancer. The hurt was so intense, I found it hard to breathe at times.

Always supportive, mother clapped loudest at my school plays, held a box of tissues while listening to my first heartbreak, comforted me at my father’s death, encouraged me in college, and prayed for me my entire life.

When mother’s illness was diagnosed, my sister had a new baby and my brother had recently married his childhood sweetheart, so it fell on me, the 27-year-old middle child without entanglements, to take care of her. I counted it an honor.

“What now, Lord?” I asked sitting in church. My life stretched out before meas an empty abyss. My brother sat stoically with his face toward the cross while clutching his wife’s hand.

My sister sat slumped against her husband’s shoulder, his arms around her as she cradled their child. All so deeply grieving, no one noticed I sat alone. My place had been with our mother, preparing her meals, helping her walk, taking her to the doctor, seeing to her medication, reading the Bible together. Now she was with the Lord. My work was finished and I was alone.

I heard a door open and slam shut at the back of the church. Quick footsteps hurried along the carpeted floor. An exasperated young man looked around briefly and then sat next to me. He folded his hands and placed them on his lap. His eyes were brimming with tears.

He began to sniffle. ”I’m late,” he explained, though no explanation was necessary. After several eulogies, he leaned over and commented, “Why do they keep calling Mary by the name of ‘Margaret’?”

“Oh” “Because that was her name, Margaret. Never Mary. No one called her ‘Mary,’ I whispered. I wondered why this person couldn’t have sat on the other side of the church. He interrupted my grieving with his tears and fidgeting. Who was this stranger anyway?

“No, that isn’t correct,” he insisted, as several people glanced over at us whispering, “Her name is Mary, Mary Peters.”

“That isn’t who this is, I replied..”

“Isn’t this the Lutheran church?”

“No, the Lutheran church is across the street.”


“I believe you’re at the wrong funeral, Sir.”

The solemnness of the occasion mixed with the realization of the man’s mistake bubbled up inside me and came out as laughter.

I cupped my hands over my face, hoping it would be interpreted as sobs.

The creaking pew gave me away. Sharp looks from other mourners only made the situation seem more hilarious. I peeked at the bewildered, misguided man seated beside me.He was laughing, too, as he glanced around, deciding it was too late for an uneventful exit.

I imagined mother laughing.

At the final “Amen,” we darted out a door and into the parking lot. “I do believe we’ll be the talk of the town,” he smiled. He said his name was Rick and since he had missed his aunt’s funeral, asked me out for a cup of coffee.

That afternoon began a lifelong journey for me with this man who attended the wrong funeral, but was in the right place.

A year after our meeting, we were married at a country church where he was the assistant pastor. This time we both arrived at the same church, right on time. In my time of sorrow, God gave me laughter. In place of loneliness, God gave me love. This past June we celebrated our twenty-second wedding anniversary. Whenever anyone asks us how we met, Rick tells them, “Her mother and my Aunt Mary introduced us, and it’s truly a match made in heaven.”

Hope you enjoyed it as much as I did! I think there is a good side to every bad story. Sometimes it's so difficult to see it, but everything ultimately adds up in the sweet by and by. "And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose." Romans 8:28.  

May there always be grace, courage and comfort released and available to all those who grief; May there always be light at the end of every tunnel of sorrow... Amen.

Peace... I'm out!

Friday 20 July 2012

Silent Nights... A Cry For Help

Greetings Blogsville,

Here is a short fiction I wrote. I perceive that it could be someone's story. We have allowed Pedophiles (gay and straight) to thrive; we have allowed them sexually abuse little boys and girls (especially little girls). I pray that this piece, dedicated to the "nameless and faceless" beauties whose innocence has been stolen (either violently or through deception) , awakens us (again!!!) to the evil going on around us, and gives us the courage to speak up and speak out.

Warning: Stop feeling like this matter doesn't concern you. It could happen to your own child, your nephew or your niece. Your son or daughter could be married to someone who bears a scar and carries a trauma this heart wrenching. That's how interwoven we are... what affects one of us, affects all of us (at least, we are all old enough to appreciate how true this is). And if you are a pedophile (gay or straight) and you are reading this, know that the eyes of God are on you... And trust me, it is not for blessings. Only repentance can save you now.
To everyone - Read, enjoy (if you can) and leave your comments. Thanks:

OMG! Don't let him come again this night! Please God... Please! Not tonight again. This has been my prayer every night for the past two years of my very short life. I used to say that I know there is a God... Now, I am not that confident about this, but the stories of the people around me makes me want to say "I hear there is a God"... But what did I do wrong? Did I or have I wronged Him in any way? If I have, is it worse than what the others have done? How much sin could I have committed at 14? Why doesn't God hear me? Why doesn't He answer?

I was just 12 years old at that time... A very easy going girl who had it all: A home I call my own, and a beautiful family that loved and pampered me in every way. Then one day, everything changed. I did something bad at home... Yes I did. I went out with my friends and got so carried away in the excitement of our outing that I lost track of the time. I got home very late that day and my mum had left a threat that she was going to beat me up later in the evening on her return from church. 

I had been punished at home before, but knowing that she already found out that the girls I went out with were the kind of friends she warned me not to keep and the frustrations she was having to deal with since my daddy ran off with his secretary, I was too scared and confused. So I ran away from home. Alas... None of my "so called" friends would take me in, as they all didn't want their secrets exposed at my instance... 

I had no where to go. I knew no where to go, and as the dark night got thicker and colder, I felt so alone... I was just there on the streets, desperately wishing I was home and thinking of how to go back home and plead with mummy to forgive me; still too scared of the beating, and trying to braze myself up for it (it was definitely better than sleeping on the streets)... then he came along... The bastard... The God forsaken beast of a man, and announced his name as Sam. He said he would help me... 

He said he would make out time from his busy schedule (most likely by that weekend) to take me home and plead with my mum on my behalf. He said the streets was not a place for a young girl like me and I couldn't agree more... I mean... I didn't belong there and anything out of this mess to a safe place was good enough. He was nice... very nice. He reminded me of my dad before he got bewitched, and I thought to myself "this is definitely a man I could grow to call dad, just in case my daddy never returns". I imagined how lovely his home would be and how well he treated his wife and kids, not knowing or asking whether or not he was even married. How could I have even cared? I wanted to be out of the cold, and I wanted a warm place of comfort. He was nice to me. If only I knew, that beneath all that charm...

After making me feel comfortable at his place for a few days; helping me to forget the sorrows of my mistake and always promising to take me back home to my family, the worst happened one night as I lay in bed in the room I had come to know as mine.

Uncle Sam as I used to call him came into my room and forcefully slept with me... He raped me! It was more than the word "painful"... I cried all through the night. After that night, it become something he did every other day. He wouldn't let me out of the room or out of his sight. I ate and did everything in my room. And when he is going out, he would lock me up, and threaten that if I tried to escape, he will find me and kill me "like a pig". He would then laugh so wickedly and say "even if you tried to escape, you will not be able to..."

Oh God... I hear You are real... I hear You are good... If You are real, then I know You are out there somewhere... Please help me because today (this noon) is the day that I started menstruating. I have heard about it so many times, I have seen my sisters go through it and my mom has also told me about it before. My abdomen hurts really bad and the years of isolation has made me loose touch of the things going on around me. Is my mummy looking for me? Do my sisters and my baby brother miss me? My daddy! Has my daddy heard that I'm missing? My school... Is no one thinking about me? Is no one looking for me? God won't you send someone to save me?!!!

God please... God please... God please... I thought You sent uncle Sam to help me by taking me to plead with my mum to forgive me. But look... See what I have become. I am bleeding and I don't know what to do. There is no one to teach me. I am in so much pain, waiting for my defilement in installments to take another bite at my innocence. He offered me all the good things money can buy:  dresses, shoes, and other things which I couldn't wait to show off when I get home. Now I don't even feel deserving enough to wear those dresses and shoes, because they all look better than I do... I don't even feel beautiful anymore.

God... Please... Help me...

To be continued...

Peace... I'm out!

Wednesday 18 July 2012

We All Need Somebody...

Greetings my dear people of Blogsville!

Thanks to you all for your pockets of advice on my "atm palaver" post. Infact, I am working really hard and tirelessly at casting all the atm demons out of my handbag and bank account... lol; and the advises and recommendations you gave, have prompted this instant post. Enjoy:

I wonder why sometimes some people actually sit down and say they don't need anybody just because they think they have all that it takes to make life comfortable thereby thinking they are all self sufficient.  

I would like to refer us to the book of Ecclesiastes 4:9-12a, which says that, "Two are better than one, because they have a good return for their labor: If either of them falls down, one can help the other up. But pity anyone who fall and has no one to help them up. Also, if two lie down together, they will keep warm. But how can one keep warm alone? Though one may be overpowered, two can defend themselves..."

God never created anyone with all he/she needs. He created us and deposited in us ability to do and achieve great things, plus people who help our abilities find expression. No one has it all; No one knows it all, and no one has been created with the privilege of being it all.

At some point or the other, we all will need somebody: Somebody who we can all fall back on; Somebody who we can talk to without holding back anything; Somebody who can listen to us with their hearts; Somebody who will offer us a shoulder to cry on, a hand to rise on, and a springboard to move up with unto the next level of our lives. And when you need someone, it is more beautiful when the antecedents of your life and actions speak in your favor, and make you deserving for the support that person is meant to offer you.

You need me... and I need You! Just my small take on one of life's greatest issues.

Peace... I'm out!

Saturday 14 July 2012

ATM Palaver

Hi everyone,

I don't know if anyone else has an issue with this as much as I do, but going to the banking hall to withdraw money is something I find very reluctant, if not lazy to do. Because of this, I hold the view that the ATM  ("Automated Teller Machine") system is one of the best things that has happened to the banking sector in my country (everybody de talk from angle where tins take de better for, and all I do when I have my ATM card, whenever am short of cash, is to branch to the nearest ATM and bingo! And I'm good to go.

My ATM card expired sometime last year and I made a request for a new one, but didn't get to pick it up until a few weeks ago, when I had some days off to write my exams. This also helped me to save, because like I stated earlier, my laziness would not allow me go into a banking hall, and as a customer service person, I know and have experienced firsthand that some customers tend to be very generous with insults sometimes (though I must confess, that some of us do deserve those insults sometimes... na my mind i dey talk o!lol). So I'd also rather not walk into any banking hall, in order to reduce the amount of mouths wag at my comrades in

Now that I have my ATM card with me again, I need to let you into another challenge... The urge to go and pick money at the slightest nudge and sometimes for the most insignificant reasons has come back... With full force and vim (it's not funny at all!)... as if I am being controlled by some demons... ATM DEMONS! And when they possess me, self control and discipline, plus contentment fly out of the window, Fiaaa! So in fighting back and dealing with the demons, sometimes what I do (okay, I must confess... what I am learning to do now) is to leave my card at home on purpose when I am going out, or even completely pretend I don't have a bank account, let alone owning an ATM card; that way, I wont get tempted... On how well it has worked so far (even as at today)... well I must leave that for another day... Don't give up on me yet though, 'cause I intend to win this fight! Once I believe I can.lolol. No be small tin o!

Do you sometimes face this kinda problems with your ATM cards too? If you do, please come out clean o! And share your pain so that people like me can be consoled with knowing that we are not that peculiar (as in not being in this situation alone). If you have faced it before and have overcome, please share your moments with us and how you got over it; so that I too can learn from your successes. For me, I am starting with the Scriptures. I know there must be something in there which addresses this matter... And when I find it, you guys will be the first to know.

Peace... I'm out!


Monday 9 July 2012

Red Alert!!! Protect Your Kids... This World Is A Hostile Place

Hello wonderful people!
I know I am probably very late with this post but I guess there's nothing late with what my eyes saw... A colleague just showed me the video of a 10 year old girl and a 4 or 5 year old boy in a sex act.

The first time I read it was on Linda's blog, I read the story and the comments but did not see the video. I again read it on Myne's and a few other blogs, but couldn't contribute much. The video scared my very existence. And through the span of the video, I just kept saying... No! shouting... "OMG! What is this?!!!" I couldn't even sleep that night. If you are a parent especially a mother, you will understand and have the same feelings as I did, and probably more, when you watch the movie and see what I am talking about.

What I did on the evening of the day I watched the video was to hold my son and pray for him. I prayed throughout the night, crying amidst the prayers.

What am I trying to say? We cannot be careful enough... We are not always there with our kids. They go to school and meet all sort of characters from different background and homes and so for that matter, we (their parents) must consistently pray and plead the blood of Jesus on their behalf always.

We parents, have to also be careful with the kind of things our wards watch on television because the girl in question was exhibiting some acts and patterns she must have watched. May I submit to you also that, we need to pray for them and with them always as this will instill the fear and wisdom of God in them.  We should not just teach them to pray, we must also impact the life of God in them, and release them into a destiny that has God in the centre of it. 

I refer you to what the Bible says in Proverbs 22:6, the import of which is that we must train up our children in the way that they should go so that when they grow up, they will not depart from it.  A properly trained child will fear God and live a wise and righteous life as an adult. We must dedicate ourselves not just to providing good food, shelter and clothing for our children, we must also set them in the path of God's righteousness, through fervent prayerful impartation and good training. May the good Lord continue to protect and keep us safe now and always... Amen!

Peace... I'm out!

Tuesday 3 July 2012

Tear Drops... But it's well, Pt2: A Look Into My Diary

Hello lovely People...

I trust everyone of you is doing exceptionally well... I took some days off from work to write my exams, I thank God for the mercies He showed me during my exams. Also, I would like to say a very BIG THANK YOU to all of you for the kind words and good wishes you shared with me on my birthday!! I truly appreciate... God bless your kind hearts for me abundantly.

I have chosen to continue writing on the above title, hence the part2. This semester hasn't been a rosy one for my class mates and I at all. We have had to deal with so much bad news in the past few weeks; and just when it looks like we are about getting over one, another would happen, almost in flowing and very worrisome successions... The first sad news we heard was about a class mate losing her baby due to overdue pregnancy. This news certainly broke me because I felt her pain and imagined how tough it was for her to go through such an experience... But in all, I thank God for the fact that she's healing... Gradually, but steadily.

Secondly, another class mate almost lost his life in the most bizarre way had it not been for the intervention of God. In fact, I still cannot bring myself to understand how a car which has been technically brought to a stop, can start moving by itself. Yea... that's what happened to him. He stopped his car and got down to open his gate, only for the car to start moving towards the gate, knocking him down and running over him in the process... I thank God he is doing very fine now and healing fast too.

The last incident that got all of us wailing was the demise of one of my class mates, a mother of two, ages 12 and 8. This one certainly broke our hearts. When I got the news on the 26th of June, I couldn't help but ask myself so many questions... In all however, I pray the Almighty God gives the family members the heart to bear the loss and also to protect and guide the kids through out their lives.

My prayer for all of us is that, even as we have entered into the second half of the year, may the almighty God guide our steps and protect us, all the days of our lives and take us to the end of this year, blameless and preserved... Both for all of us and our entire families. I speak life and I speak good health to all of us in Jesus name I pray, Amen!

Peace to you and yours... I'm out