King Sized Bed

Merry Christmas fam, i've been trying to put this up all day but the network connection has been so slow. Anyway, this is a poem a friend wrote and I decided to put it up here because i loved it. He calls it " King Sized Bed" enjoy.

In the beginning was a Father's heart broken. A son and a daughter's defiance. Severed a gloriously knitted token. Sin glorified and honored with compliance.

Clad in our coats of many colors. Different shades of iniquity. Gulping from unrepentant gutters. As the old serpent basked in diabolic felicity

From the roof of Heaven the Father cried. The harp of sorrow in His Spirit played. For man lived but died. The flesh he served and obeyed.

For our souls many a lamb did bargain. None worthy enough to purchase on retail. But a kingly lamb offered to be slain. On a tree hung and pierced with the sinner's nail.

So on that night when shepherds in a field lay. A baby cried on our behalf. That we may no longer be enslaved clay. And our souls freed to laugh.

With the crown of salvation upon His head. Lay the royal Lamb in a manger. A glorious King Sized Bed. Emmanuel. A most welcome heavenly stranger.

Courtesy: Nana Prempeh.(find him on twitter @Quophey)

Citizens of the Exam room

Its Examination time again and today I’m going to tell you the different types of Ghanaians who write exams;

1) Over Achiever: these are the most annoying exam writers ever. They are the people who ask for more answer booklets when you are still on the second or third sheet. They are those who whip out calculators and start punching in figures when you didn’t even know there was a question that demanded the use of a calculator. They smile and give each other knowing looks when the paper starts and they never ever bomb a paper, if it rocked everyone, they are a part of the minority that's getting an A.

2) Shadows aka Copycats: these people have no idea what is going on, they have the equipment but don’t know what to do with them. The do everything the Over Achiever does, when a calculator is whipped out, they take theirs too, and just punch in random numbers till the OA puts theirs down. They seem to know what they are doing but most of the time, their booklet just has a lot empty spaces, sort of like brandy’s South African concert.

3) Giraffes: these people are those who spend half of the exam time craning their necks to see what someone else is doing, you wonder if they ever study. They are always asking “What are the answers from number one to ten” if it’s a multiple choice exam or “turn your paper and let me see” if it’s written. They do no independent work and are proud of it. And they end up getting good grades because believe it or not they are always seated next to the Over Achievers.

4) Flirts: these people are everywhere; they are usually a mix between a giraffe and hotness. They don’t stress themselves out like the normal giraffes do in an exam trying hard not to get caught. No, that’s too basic for them. They flirt their way to success. These are the guys who “run” female invigilators and the girls who always have their mammalian glands (that’s breast for those who don’t know) pouring out of their clothes. They are master multi-taskers, distracting an invigilator with their words or bodies and doing their “group work” all at the same time. These people deserve gold medals, citations, in fact, stop reading for a moment and just give them a round of applause *standing up and clapping slowly*

5) God’s Time is the best aka God dey: these are the people who didn’t study, can’t join the ranks of the giraffes because they are sitting with people just like them and aren’t hot enough to join the flirts, get rocked by the paper and are like the first to leave the exam hall. They come out quoting bible verses and remind you of miraculous incidents in the bible or quickly change the topic when the questions come up for “after exam discussion”. They become a whole new person during the exam period, calling upon the name of God and sending you spiritual whatsapp messages, making you question how well you know them. Once the exams end though, they are back in the club, popping, locking and dropping it like no one’s business. The process is repeated when the results are released though (that’s another post)

6) Long Distance: these are the people who seek answers far across the hall, distance is not a problem to them. They don’t care how far you go, they will follow, they will send you notes, whisper your name, even use their own version of sign language and Morse code. They are also those who get caught first too, let’s face it, Long Distance doesn’t last.

So this post is just a little observation I made after spending many a time in an exam hall, don’t ask me where I fit in though, it’s a secret. *wink* I dedicate this article to my dear friend, Prince Dagadu, because he asked for a post like this, though I doubt this was what he had in mind. You can read his blog here: http://princedagadu.blogspot.com/

And to all those almost done with their papers *yay* ^_^ and those now starting: “Aja Aja Fighting!”

The Normality of Corruption.

This article was written by a semi-deranged girl running on 4 hours of sleep and having just written a morphology paper. If there is any resemblance to anyone, dead or alive or tweeting (let's face it, twitter is a world on its own), maybe its them, who knows, life goes on.

Now that we've got that out of the way, back to business. A few days ago, that was on the 8th of December, there was a Ghanaian bloggers meeting and the issue of Corruption came up. What then is corruption? thefreedictionary.com defines it as "the state of being corrupt" and it says that Corrupt means "lacking in integrity; open to or involving bribery or other dishonest practices"

So that is what they say corruption is. Now let me give you the GG definition of corruption, in an easy to ubderstand prose. leggo!

1) The class was noisy again, the teacher had come in to warn the class prefect that if he came and there were no names of talkatives, he would recieve the punishment on behalf of the class. Kojo pushed his glasses up his nose as he scribbled down names adding Dp and Tp liberally, he didnt want to be punished. The class realised too late what was going on, taking out books and pretending to read, Kojo just smiled when they'd ask "is my name there?"

Of course it was there, did they think he was going to be lashed because of them?

"Mr. Andoh is coming" the class lookout whispered.

The message travelled to Fiifi's ears in a matter of seconds, he knew his name was on the list and he knew if Mr. Andoh got him again that day, sitting would be a thing of the past to him.

"Kojo, clean my name and i'll let you read my Ebony graphic"

Kojo feverishly rewrote the names out, making sure Fiifi's name wasnt there. He'd wanted to read that paper all day and he was not going to miss his chance, one ommission wouldn't hurt anyone.

"Are these the names?"

"Yes sir"

"If you hear your name, come here"

"ei, fiifi's name was there, why isnt he infront" was the muttering floating around in the class.

No one had the courage to stand up and speak up though, so fiifi and Kojo got away with it.

2) She smiled as they opened the gates for her, she didnt have authorised permission to use those gates let alone that route but there was a lot of traffic and she couldn't afford to wait. It's surprising what 1gh cedi and a few sweet words could get you.

3) The swings were full and break was almost up, she was desperate for a ride. She walked up to Serwa forcing her to slow down from her frenzied swinging. Her feet had been kicking up and down as she went higher and higher, her school skirt fluttering in the breeze. She held the chains of the swing and asked Serwa in the sweetest tone she could muster,

"Please let me have a turn, break is almost over"

"No" Serwa shouted.

Everyone started to look their way, and Ama was begining to feel uncomfortable, she hated being the center of attraction.

"i'll buy you fanpop" "No, ah. what is wrong with you, I said I won't let you use my swing"

People were watching now but Ama had started seeing red, how dare Serwa, all she wanted was a ride and now she was being insulted.

"If you don't let me ride, i'll tell everyone what you wrote in your diary about Kwamena" She whispered.

the look on Serwa's face was priceless, it was beyond a Kodak moment. She quickly got down and stood behind the swing.

"Let me push you, what are friends for"

Ama got on the swing and smiled, finally she got her turn on the swings and someone to push her as well. She was very lucky.

What am I trying to say here? Corruption is everywhere and until we can accept the fact that everyone of us is corrupt and make the effort to enforce a change,there will be nothing new in that area. Say no to corruption, let's all do our part.

Writing this is killing me, it means I have to do my part, it means I have to stand in line like everyone else and not use shortcuts when i'm buying stuff, I have to do independent work on all my assignments and not "compare" my work. There are so many corrupt activities that we have come to see as normal but until we step up and kill the seedlings, they'll grow into something much worse.

Navigating the music player

The player is up. I decided to use the adventure time skin because Finn and Jake are awesome. The play button is Finn, Jake controls the sound and the logo opens up the playlist. easy as pie. if you have any songs you'd want me to put up email the URL/Link to me so I add it. And if you encounter any problem with the player, its all Lemon Grass's fault. (lol, i'm just kidding)Email me with your complaints and i'll get on it right away Enjoy reading fam..xoxo datworshiper@gmail.com hoping to finish up the trotro series soon as well as the 12 collaborations of christmas, its end of semester season so it will be difficult but it shall be done. ~Fighting *in my korean voice*

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Fanfic!!!

They dragged her mercilessly through the streets, she barely had time to put on her garments and her bare feet were suffering greatly. She knew she should be terrified and find a way out, she'd been caught in another man's bed and the law clearly stated that she was to be killed, and at the hands of these ruthless people whose hearts were harder than the stones they'd soon be throwing at her.

"Yahweh, I know I have no right to ask this of you but please, have mercy upon me, if I am to die let it be a quick death"

The wind rushed out of her, emptying her lungs as her arms made contact with the hard ground. They'd reached their destination but this was a far cry from what she expected. 

she was lying at the feet of the prophet, the man all of Israel had been talking about; at the wells, the markets, even in the privacy of their homes, Yeshua. She could hear snippets of their conversation, the scribes and Pharisees had malice in their tones, as if they wanted to trap the prophet with their words, they were well versed in scripture and it was their greatest weapon against those they deemed uneducated. She looked up from the ground through the curtain of her hair to see Him writing on the ground with his fingers.

 He made eye contact with her and she  was ashamed. Ashamed of everything she'd ever done, realizing  that no powder or paint of any kind could hide her filthiness, he did not look at her like other men, including those Pharisees, did. He looked right into her, as if He could see her innermost being, he looked at her as if he knew her even before her mother had borne her, he looked at her like a long lost child.

She began to weep, not out of self pity for her approaching death, but because of the overflow of the emotion in her heart. The love she saw and felt in that split second directed to her was so pure. So pure that she was made aware of just how unclean she was.

"let him who is without sin among you be the first to throw a stone at her"

His voice sounded so familiar, like a voice she heard long before anything else, it was so comforting, it sounded like home. She had forgotten the kind of situation she was in until she heard the first stones fall to the ground. They kept falling till all her accusers were empty handed, traces of dirt from the stones they'd been holding mere minutes ago clinging to their palms. They turned to go, begining with the older ones and the youngsters following suit, till she was left alone with the Rabbi. She rose to her feet dusting off  her clothes. She stood there awkwardly, the tear streaks still visible on her face, was she to leave now or wait for him to go? Was there something expected of her now that he had saved her life?

"Woman, where are they? Has no one condemned you?"

"No one lord", she barely managed to whisper

"Neither do I condemn you; go and from now on sin no more" he said softly.

Embarrassing *cringe* Moments.

Annyeonghaseyo (that’s hello in Korean) yup...i’ve fallen in love with the country that brought us Ullzzang (if you don't know what it is, google it. That's your assignment). Anyway, I'm sure you've already guessed what relatable post is coming up today. So lets jump in

Now many of you may assume that I'm this cool, calm, collected girl who's got everything together (laughing so had I slipped out of my chair)

*getting back up* OK let me just tell you how wrong you are then.

see, I can't tell you an embarrassing moment because half of the time, my life is an embarrassing mess. Like seriously, if there was a category in the VMA's called "most embarrassing act" I'd win it hands down. In school, I was that kid with the funny shoes, glasses, weird walk, with my nose always in a book, and discussing the best method to raise my Pokemon...i was a nerd, coming to think of it,  *pushing my glasses up my nose* I think I still am. So anyway...embarrassing moments:

1) one time, in school, i was running around, as I used to do and i fell (as usual) and instead of just leaving me to lie there quietly, fate caused me to slide across the ground, and *ahem*the back of my school skirt raised and it was just a horrifying free show and the boys were playing four corners there and they started laughing and calling me "superman" and people started to gather and i was  still lying there (up until today i don't know what i was waiting for) and i finally managed to drag my shameful self from the scene.

2) In junior high, there was this boy i had a crush on (we all know you have one so stop pretending, and surprisingly, we are in the same university and same hostel, his room is below mine ~nya ) and he came to visit me at home. It had rained so the road was muddy and i don't know what possessed me to suggest we go for a walk, but I did so we did and in typical Ghanaian girl fashion, i was doing “too known” and swaying my hips like i had some loose bolts in them. Unfortunately for me, the ground seemed to have missed me because i slipped in some mud and fell into even more mud...it was a mud fest, after all my too known. I wanted to vanish, puberty and yawa do not go well together. When i finally got out of the mud, my crush pretended he didn't see anything and went to get pure water so i could wash off some of the mud. If dark skin was capable of blushing, I'd have been brighter than a tomato.

so he's walking...all hot and stuff

and I'm feeling on top of the world...

then, wham! oh cruel fate

3) before plimsolls became the in thing, my dad got me a pair to take to school (my mum said i looked good n them so i wore them to school with vim, I've stopped trusting everything she says, everything looks perfect in a mum's eyes) and everyone, i mean everyone, even the head master laughed at me all day, it was horrible, and all the teachers kept making me come to the board to answer questions so my shoes were on display. I never wore them again (except the day it had rained and my mum made me wear them because it was better than sandals for walking in the muddy terrain) Even when they became the best thing to happen to skinny jeans I never wore them.

what I saw

what everyone else saw

4) Whenever I wear a dress, the wind is always against me. like seriously, the four winds are always on the lookout for me on my dress days. (now you know why I'm always in jeans)

what I think I look like

what I really look like

Before i leave you all, i want to announce two things:

1) I'm working on a story series with my friend and fellow blogger Simeon, or as you all know him A Crazy Ghanaian. Its called the #TrotroSeries and it will be available on our Facebook pages as well as on our blogs.  Look out for them.

2) One blog, in my opinion is not enough to showcase the modern culture and life in Ghana (at least from my view point) so i'm going to create a sister blog ( this blog will still be up and running, they could be like an extended family with aghanaiangirl.blogspot.com as the Abusuapanyin {family head}, GH things). That blog will involve only pictures of styles we see in the country and on the continent as a whole, we are all one family. From both boys and girls, men and women, hair, clothes, shoes,accesories whatever graces your lovely body we want to see it, no matter what gender, shape or size or color you are. Take a pic of it, and email it to datworshiper@gmail.com. Original images only and a brief description of the outfit must be given,. and yes, there will be giveaways so stay tuned.

For more Ghanaian girl shenanigans, ff on Twitter and Instagram @aghanaiangirl 

DISCLAIMER: none of the pictures used are my property.

A lot of egos (mine especially) were bruised in the making of this post

~nya

Skills we all have

Hi guys, I’m sorry about the late post, been swamped with school stuff but its all settled so chill, I’m here for you.

Today I want to share some skills I developed living in an African home, in my very own Ghana. And we all know that once you live in Ghana, wether you are brown, white (Is that racist?, now everything is racist so I have to be careful ;p), green(cheers Hulk) whatever sexy shade you are, once you grew up or spent some time in Ghana, you have them. If you don’t, you are in denial (its true because I said so, so there!) And yeah, we no longer do most of these because we are  “mature” but if the situation demands  it, these skills will resurface:

1)      Using church offertory to buy gum then telling your parents you dropped it in the basket during Sunday school with a straight face

2)      Dodging flying objects and quick aerial maneuvers:  in Ghana, there is no law (that I know of) that prohibits the beating of a child (sensible corporal punishment not the sadistic stuff that happens on the internet) if you talk back *smack* , do what you’ve been told not to do, *smack*, caught stealing meat  from the soup/stew (keyword here “caught”) *smack*, rolling back into bed on a school day after the sheets have been pulled off you *smack, smack* (usually accompanied with a waterfall of how you never sleep early like you are told to because of your phone and now you can’t wake up) Now 80% of the people I know have had something,( usually a slipper) thrown at them because lets face it, parents are getting old and they don’t want to stop their favorite past time and all those people, including me, know how to dodge them, and do some acrobatic skills to dodge the hand that will try to grab you after since the IFO (identified flying object) was just a decoy. Now two things happen at this point that will determine the next few minutes in the house. You can choose to run out of the house, and we all know you have nowhere to hide because parents are very patient (it takes a lot of patience to raise a child like you, yes you), they will wait for you in front of the gate. Or, you can “allow” them to catch you, either way your  a** will be whupped.(at least the second part applied to me at a point in my life when I was a sissy)

 we've all been here before

if my mum had this...

3)      Running after trotros : no matter how much you lie to yourself, you have chased a trotro before, if you really haven’t, my heart goes out to you, you’ve missed out on a great part of growing up(go and stand at a bus stop and chase one, after that come back and join us, we’ll be waiting). See the thing about Ghanaians chasing cars is the basic rule you learn after day one “every man, woman and child for himself” no mercy for the cripple (bad joke…sorry *smacking the back of my hand, “naughty girl, shame” ) Make no mistake though, it’s not always like this, chasing cars only happen when its late and there are no cars, or when there are a lot of people waiting for them, especially when people have closed from work. Now after you get in the car, hopefully all your friends made it in, then you all sit on one person and when the mate asks how many you are you say one and pay for just one seat (because you spent all your money on sweets and gum and fanpop ) and ignore the mate’s glares all through the trip.

ok this is just too much, i had to share it...look at the woman  in the middle,  has anyone experienced this before?  

4)      Bargaining:  almost everyone I know knows how to bargain, and the greater your bargaining skills, the deeper my respect for you.  In Ghana we bargain for everything that isn’t in an air conditioned store with security cameras and price tags fixed on it and trotros, we don’t bargain for trotros,( you just complain about the price but pay anyway). What I really love is the stories people can come up with, especially when you are bargaining with a taxi driver, it’s like a contest to see who has the best sob story, winner gets their preferred price, most of the time though it ends in a truce and you pay half. Now if you don’t know how to bargain, I got you, will give you a quick tutorial (its all in English so my non twi speaking  readers can understand, but I prefer doing all this in twi,its more fluid so twi speakers, you can translate):  

Me *stopping a taxi*: I’m going to the Tigo office at Accra, how much is it

Driver:  How much do you want to give me

Me: you have to tell me the price so I can decide if I can go

Driver: GHS 15

Me: what????!!!!! GHS 15, why don’t you want me to go home today? Do you want me to sleep there? (I have more than enough to pay but this is GH, you don’t just agree, you bargain)  I’ll give you GHS 5, it’s not that far and there’s no traffic.

Driver: oh, I can’t, it’s too small, you know the price of fuel has increased, and these politicians aren’t doing anything about it so we are suffering (going on and on with his rant)                                     

Me: ok I’ll give you GHS 7, its all I have, if I give you anymore, I will sleep there today (at this point, I make a sad face and start sighing)

Driver: oh GHS 7, hmm it’s not good oo

Me: then it’s ok, thank you very much, God bless you (pretending to step away from the car knowing he will call me back)

Driver: ok, you sit down and let’s go.

(When we get to the place, I give him a GHS20 bill and take my change, like a “bawse”,)

5)      Chimp3/ Kyemup3 and Kyindanho : this is a game we all played in school, it was a game that never ended, in the words of one of my crazy friends Jim :” Kyemup3(equal division of whatever you have) is a game in Ghana played by children where if you are found eating food or ice-cream or anything of interest,  you will be told Chimp3 and you’ll have to share it equally with the one who said the chimp3. To avoid this, you have to hide from them and eat or say ‘no chimp#’ in their hearing or with witnesses around”

 “Kyindanho (go around the house) is another type but in this case if you are caught with the food, you give it to the person who caught you, and you go round the building as fast as you can whilst the person eats as fast as possible. If you get back on time, you reclaim your food, if not, sorry for you”

Disclaimer: 1) the taxi driver may leave you behind and pick someone else

2) not all parents will wait for you at the gate, some will employ your neighbors, neighborhood boys and even the woman in her shop you just run by to catch you and whe you are caught...you don die.

3) playing Chimp3 may leave you hungry
4) I do not own any of the pictures  used, found them and decided to share, if they belong to you and you want them taken down, let me know via email. 

When roaches attack!

Sometimes a little nonfa goes a long way to make someones day, let me make yours. I hate roaches, and if I do come across one, I will run. Run for the hills and never look back. Run like the Ex-laxed Finch. When I happen to come across a piece of it, like a wing or leg or something (my skin is crawling just typing this) that  vicinity will be deleted from my daily route, even if it’s the shortest way to wherever I’m going , that’s just how bad it is. (Quick question, are shrimps the insects of the sea?)

Now when ending the existence of such creatures, you cannot just squish them, there’s much more to it than that. You have to plan ahead and be at least six steps ahead of those nefarious creatures. All escape routes must be open and free of anything that will slow you down because when your slipper or other available weapon of destruction misses, that roach will come at you like Miley’s tongue, its going to go all out.

And you know the scariest part about all this? When you look away for a moment and it disappears. You can’t find it anywhere, that’s when you know that s**t just became real, because at that point, you’ll be playing multiple conclusions in your head, and if your brain is filled with cartoon violence and horror movie data like mine, then you keep looking behind you to see if a giant momma roach is behind you or you start rubbing your nose like a coke addict hoping nothing is going to crawl out. And let’s face it, if you meet it again later in the day, you will run screaming because you know it’s coming for revenge and to those who say;

“You are bigger than it, it’s more afraid of you than you are of it”

“You are bigger than e-coli”

Suck on that.

Disclaimer: Being a vegetarian, I do not endorse meat, but if you do eat it, please make sure its cooked well.

No roaches were harmed in the making of this post. 

Of being a vegetarian and bad customer service.

Using my cell to post on this issue due to the pressing need for it, so I don't really know how it'll turn out. As many of you are aware (if you aren't, now you are, so there) I'm a lacto-ovo (is that how it's spelt?) vegetarian which means I don't eat meat or poultry but I do consume fish, eggs and milk occasionally.
Earlier in the evening, some friends and I went to a restaurant at spintex, a once known to be a  *ahem* "dbee " neighborhood (to those who don't know, dbee is a term that means, in a rough direct translation "Dada ba (daddy's child)" aka Rich Kids (we all know that well enough right?) Those snooty kids, with airs and all those annoying freshness (freshness: a level of untouched  beauty,another rough translation )  that only they have  (Please note;
1) To my friends and family and readers  living there "sawi, it's all good fun"and 2)" not everyone living there is a dbee, *wink* )
Now the thing is, not every restaurant is vegetarian friendly (90%?),so for some of us, eating out is hectic, and today was no exception. We sat at the table for close to 20 minutes and no one had come to take our order, and when the waitress  finally came to the table, it seemed like me telling her to give me fish instead of meat was a bother. Seriously the way she looked at me, if looks could kill, I'd be in the morgue.
"Well excuse me for my dietary preferences"
The meal arrived,*sigh* finally  and I must say the fish was good, it almost cleared the taste of bad customer service from my palate.
After the meal, getting the bill so we could pay was another issue. To be honest if I  had been alone, I'd have walked out of the restaurant without eating at all.
This is a small rant that I hope people providing services will take seriously because next time, I'm mentioning names

The R116 Show and why I've not been around lately.

Hey faithful followers and those passing by who refuse to subscribe or even comment *sniff* i'm back. Have been away for a while because i'm putting the finishing touches to a new Radio Show, R116 which I will be co-presenting with my close friend Dennis (you can check him out @Nahnah_Dehnis ). The show will be aired on t4lradio.com (Yes, its online) and you can also listen with any radio app on all devices.
The R116 Show as its name implies, is a show with its basis on Romans 1:16 which says " For I am not ashamed of the gospel, because it is the power of God that brings salvation to everyone who believes: first to the Jew, then to the Gentile" (NIV).
The show aims to equip the body of Christ especially the youth with basic skills to survive in every situation and still represent Christ as they do so. Friends, School, Sex, Music, nothing is taboo.
This is a very short post because right now i'm swamped with school, NGO work (ff @onevoicegh) and  t4l stuff, but don't worry, i'll be updating with every free moment i get, cant leave you all alone now can I. Love you loads and you can drop an email if you want any information on the R116 show or anything else, I will do my best to reply.

Join me make this viral.

I came across a video on Facebook that I found very heartwarming and worth sharing. I wont say much, it speaks for itself, please share it with a friend and lets encourage this. Harlem shakes are funny, but making a homeless person smile? That ish is so worthy.  share it, and spread the word.

UTAG, UTAG, UTAG.

This strike is killing me. I hate it but on some days I love it so much, sorta like my relationship with sugary food. I know my head will ache after but I still eat it. Chocolates, soda, mmmmmm ( dreamy look) Anyway back to my point, I find it very frustrating, one moment no lectures and the next messages being sent round that the lecturers are back, I go to the lecture hall and its empty, not even a whiff of a teacher’s assistant, *ahem* cologne? *blushing* ( according to the Blinkards, my dark velvety skin cannot blush so lets just imagine ok).

  On the days when I have other more important things to take care of like sleep, Onevoice meetings, more sleep, gaming, and my numerous past times,  it’s a blessing, a divine intervention, the hand of God sweeping away unnecessary time wasters,  the wind of the almighty sifting through my schedule and parting it like He did with the Red Sea and The Jordan (admit it, you didn't know God parted the river Jordan for the Israelites)

UTAG, I applaud you for holding on to your, erm,  well whatever it is you are holding onto, but please come back, my brain is in dire need of knowledge that will not serve much of a purpose(maybe 30%-35% of it will be used) in my future career  but my dad is still paying for. Plus I’m forgetting how to write, my left hand has grown quite lazy *looking at my left hand forlornly and shaking my head slowly* Please come back, we *looking round* *whispering* we miss you.

Now to those people who have made up their minds not to come to come to campus:

don't know the title to give so i put this there instead...i wonder why. But then again you are here for content not title so go on ahead and read.

A few of my friends and I went to the *low voice* Achimota forest today, and I took some interesting pictures, plus I got up close and personal with some trotros at the station (for those of you who haven't experienced the beauty and wonder of it *my tone is dripping with irony right now* ) and the yam seller we coerced into increasing the yam we bought (you gotta love GH) .
Unfortunately, my camera is totally messing with me so i cant upload any picturess, and it refuses to email them to my account so we can only hope and pray the divine council of digital photography and art will send their messengers to me soon and let me know exactly what is wrong or my brother will get here first and fix it, i'm not picky in things like that.
You may have wondered what I had to say on the Final Verdict. Surprisingly all that came to mind was "8 months summarized in 5 minutes" and i was happy that Ghana will continue to be a beacon of peace to the rest of the world because lets face it, we'd rather queue for waakye and kelewele than guns (no one has the time for that nonsense

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Bloody tears and prostrations, silent in wonder.

 I wanted to talk about something funny and lighthearted but a message i received has pushed me to put up this post. It raised a lot of questions in my  mind and i want you guys to experience the same thing so here it is *pasting* (its quoted) with my opinion (as usual)

"Some say the answer to all our problems in the church is revival, as though that is the panacea for all our spiritual ills and shortcomings. Most people's idea of revival, however runs the gamut of a week of meetings to a high-energy display of emotionalism. What is real revival? Its the kind that has changed the course of human history. Throughout church history, every revival resulted in a sudden intensification of the presence of God, resulting in spontaneous worship. Anything less is superficial and even detrimental to true spiritual health. When there is a move of the Holy Spirit it is always a call for God's people to be worshipers of the most High God above all else. It is nothing planned or perpetuated by some 'worship leader'. Whatever else revival does it must restore the purpose and meaning of being a worshiper. - A. W. Tozer."

Revival is more than just a feeling of being "high" in the spirit. It is a lasting change that that endures. Maybe we haven't seen a true revival in our churches because we do not know what it is we are asking for and as such look in the wrong places for our answers. Instead of seeking the tears of people confessing sins and lying on the ground bawling (I'm not saying this is a bad thing) we must look to those who worship God from the deep recesses of their hearts, those who have understood that they owe God all, that He is El Elyon(God most high), they that leave and still carry the presence of God with them, Shekinah Glory. 

Bringing the love back

I want to put up a post in response to a video I watched last night on YouTube. If you want me to email it to you or you want the link just let me know in the comment below.

Any way, Emmanuella (that’s the girl who uploaded the video ) said some interesting things that I found thought provoking. As Christians  do we show love to others or because they do not agree with our Faith we shun them and treat them as “infidels”. We were all not born saved, I have my story of salvation and you have yours. If you don’t have one, its on its way.  According to her, being a christian was more or less telling people how good she was and how she kept all the commandments, her Christianity was a “pretty coat over a dirty body”.

Sadly, many of us are still like that, we are more interested in showing people our righteousness instead of love. Jesus loved people. He had compassion. He interceded on behalf of others. Remember the time you were unsaved, when all you needed was love, even if you didn't know it. God gave us individual experiences of His love so we could channel it to others. This does not mean you should fellowship with unbelievers or be unequally yoked because light and darkness cannot commune, there will never be understanding because darkness cannot comprehend light. Rather, let your actions and daily interactions be love filled, some times all that is needed is intercession. No city in the time of the disciples was taken without prayer. You need to create the atmosphere to set the captives free.

Are you willing to lose sleep and fast for the life of another? No greater love is this, that one lays down his life for another. Can you lay down your life for another? Its not always about death, sometimes it’s a bit of discomfort, hunger, pain.  Blessed are those who mourn for they shall be comforted, your mourning for the lost will led to a salvation that will bring you comfort.

You might be reading this and be asking yourself what the heck is this girl talking about. There is no God, there is no proof of His existence, enjoy life and do whatever you want, sleep around, get drunk, Y.O.L.O.  Well, let me burst that bubble of yours *getting a hat pin*

There is a God, His touch is in every aspect of creation, a yearning to know Him is in us, the problems is that many people choose to satisfy that with the wrong things, and never find what they are looking for.  Why am I saving myself for the man I will marry? Simply because I know the value God places on me, I can get away with sleeping around, grace abounds, God will forgive. But remember that whatever you sow you shall reap it, keep that up and soon you will reap a bountiful harvest of STD s, insecurity, self-hate  anger, confusion, loss of self-respect, fear, the list is endless.  

I’m not a prude, I’m not frigid, I know how to get down and dirty *popping, locking and dropping it* but I also know that I am a princess, a daughter of the most high and I will not disgrace my father or hurt Him in anyway. Its not about the number of times you've sinned, its not about the lies you've told, the people you've slept with or the things you've done in the dark. Its about Jesus and what He has done. He was made sin so we would be without sin, all we need to do is trust. I mean what do you have to lose?  If you believe there's no life after death then you have nothing to lose if Christianity is a myth right? Give it a shot. There a people in Christ who have done much worse than you can imagine. I meet fellow brothers and sisters and I’m continually amazed at the power of God at work within us, so don’t let your feelings of guilt keep you away because Y.O.D.O (you only die once, Hebrews 9:27)

And to my fellow brothers and sisters in Christ Jesus, spread the love.  Join the movement, we were called to love. Love like Jesus did.

Smile, you've got...

I couldn't decide what to put up this evening so i took a quick nap as soon as I got home, that's the best way to solve problems, well at least in my humble opinion, in any situation of difficulty, a nap is the best solution. *In the Power Puff girls narrator's voice*

"Cant solve that tricky question in your end of  semester exam?" take a nap

"Cant find all the coins you saved up for the trotro mate?" take a nap (preferably in the corner where you can lean your head on the window) 

"You tore your outfit when getting down from the trotro?" say a quick prayer of thanks that at least clothes don't need tetanus shots, then take a nap. 

"You were given soap instead of a phone at circle because you thought you were wise?" take a nap.

Now i have been with a new service provider for a little over a year because i love their call rates and the little denominations their vouchers come in,( sometimes a little is a lot). the weird thing is our relationship is turning abusive but i cant walk out of it, and a girl can only sleep so much. 

It all started when i discovered their "unlimited" *air quotes* data bundles. I always assumed unlimited meant just that, unlimited, it was not limited, but my service provider has redefined the whole concept to me. 

Unlimited means that after a few hours of streaming YouTube videos, I will have just 20% of my "unlimited bundle remaining. another 30 minutes and i cant even browse anymore.

Tell me is that fair? Is that democratic? Is that love??? How do you expect me to smile because I've got you when you do this to me. 

Then again I cant help loving you because of your bonuses that go across all networks, even though its limited, and the doubling and tripling of my top ups. And your customer care center actually answers the call instead of a certain Yellow Casanova with a million subscribers and counting. You do me so well, I forget how my credit miraculously vanishes after top up and the many promotions that never seem to end with a winner (preferably me) .

I can say without a doubt that my relationship with my bed has improved because of my SP. Sometimes i have to go back to my Yellow Casanova on my "back up Nokia" and it gets me thinking;

"Am I cheating?" 

"Do i deserve this because I cannot remain faithful"

"Why cant Terrific Tuesday have a cousin called Wonderful Wednesday, or Marvelous Monday"

So many questions with even fewer answers.

 One thing is for sure though, i refuse to port because I don't want to be trapped in another relationship I cannot end until 90 days is up, and everyone who matters to me knows the "new number" even though i still have to refer to that card that came with the sim if I want to know my number since I cant be bothered to keep it in my noggin 

My yellow brick road

So I finally got down to it, the journey begins now. *fanfare, applause, fireworks*
First most of you may not know me and that's fine, i'm actually a very *whispering* shy person. well not really shy, i mean if i have to take charge and do something i will, i'm more of a reserved person, but weirdly enough a test i took says I'm "a social butterfly who is a Compassionate Responder" whatever that means.
Anyway get your chalewote (its Twi for flipflops) and lets get going...its going to be a long walk.
i promise to update regularly *girl guide three finger thingy*