Month: March 2016

Sporadic thoughts

Finally the brakes are being applied. Some TV stations are off air. Please apply same to radio. Papa NCA, I like your attitude. They can operate in space we care less. Did you read my article ” Who is the Master?” thus taking quick action?

Who regulates the churches? I mean the one man church businesses springing up overnight like virgin forest mushrooms? Please see Papa NCA for advice.

O Hon. Wamputu! What happened? Was it because of your son-in-law’s ‘sandals’ or The No.2 man’s wahala? I figured it out. It’s  the decision by the Tuobodom people. You did not give them their money. D “something” is their name. You did not regulate their ‘chopping’ of the people’s money. Now you are going home. Aaargh Wamputu paaa!!

Charley, Akpatse is sick ooo. People for help. He needs about 5000Gh for surgery. Is that how we celebrate people who have brought laughter to us in the midst of hardship?

Social media is no longer for friendship or staying in touch. Now it is for war, enmity, insults, dragging personalities and reputations in the mud. Education and upbringing counts a lot in our lives.

The man is 72. He is competent. The co-president sent him a message. The other co-president is in Kenya. I guess he forgot.

Did I forget anything? Yes. Yes. What?  Your ears inside dey sweet you. Anyway I am and remain
#SILENTNOISES

Whenever we talk  or make mention of an ‘EX’, our minds go immediately to a boyfriend or girlfriend. It actually depends on which gender makes mention of that two letter word.
“Ex” meaning former, pertaining to a previous relationship is a word so weighty it is not easy to carry. When a person is attributed to as an ‘EX’, the stereotyping that goes with it is just unimaginable.
I am not here for the EX boyfriend/girlfriend type of thing. I am here purposely to encourage you to make some people Exes in your life. These are people who will in no way contribute to your success in life. It is best to discard them very early in life.
I start  with “Ex friends”. This category is made up of people you called friends but really just sought for you to remain at one station in life. These are the friends who realising they are in a quagmire, endeavor to pull you to a standstill with them. They find fault with everything you do. They never encourage but rather do their best to thump you into the dirt hoping you never rise again. These are dangerous species. You cannot call them friends. You better make them Exes.

My next category is family. I am treading on quicksand here. I am neither scared nor ….. I will say it as it is. Some members of our families do not seek our interest. They rather seek theirs. One way or the other, either both parents or a parent was a trailblazer. They have helped where it was needed. Contrary to expectation of goodwill, there rather lies within their cold hearts, jewels of animosity and hatred. These jewels are mined to be worn as glorious ornaments upon the demise of either or both parents. That is when the colors of the traffic lights make sense to you. I say cut them off. Make them Exes. I hear the expression “Blood is thicker than water’. You cannot drink blood always to assuage your thirst neither can you have a water transfusion when you are in dire need of blood. I have Ex-cousins and what have you.

As God feeds the ant and birds and all His creations so will He feed you. He will never make you an Ex. He created you as a Unique individual. So you should rely on only Him. Close your eyes to those enchanted by greed and corruption and focus to find out your purpose on this planet.

I see some of my Ex and I feel sorry for them. At the end of the day…. He who laughs  last laughs the loudest, best and…. Heeeeeheheehee. Add the rest

I have been taking a keen look at Ghana’s religious landscspe for sometime now. It has always been an aerial view. Eagle like eyes. Sharp. Great vision.

What is amiss today? Have we as a God fearing people that we claim to be taken a retrospective look at our perception of Religion? Our way of life? Our way of worship? Whom we are worshipping? The questions are in abundance.

There are answers but they all boil down to vulnerability, gullibility and the infallibility of the flock and shepherd respectively.

In days of old if a goat herder is found mistreating his goats, he is fined. Same applies to the cowhand and co. Today we see the pastors misbehaving and we cannot call them to order. Yes we are afraid because they will curse us and our families; they will stop us from entering heaven and lastly they can do no wrong. They sit on radio and the latest craze (TV) and insult and castigate each other with impunity. (Aaargh Judas sef go bore brutal).

It is sad the way the airwaves have been taken over by the miracle business. The message of prosperity has replaced that of salvation. Everybody wants to go to heaven but then nobody wants to be accountable. We claim Christianity and yet perpetuate acts of villiany. Churches are springing up faster than mushrooms. It is as though the Ministry of Agriculture is supplying them with special fertiliser. The titles of these so-called and their so- called miracles simply irks me. Give the poor man food to eat, cloth him and provide shelter. Help the poor man get back on his feet. You rather dress in the fanciest of clothing, ride in luxurious vehicles (claiming God blessed you with it) and live in houses that can pass for palaces.  If we are not taking anything away from this earth, why the crazy accumulation of wealth?

Why the arrogance of ” I prayed for you that is why…” and ” I can transform….” and “I am a senior pastor so…”? Are we worshipping our Creator or worshipping the shepherds? We are giving so much reverence to these flesh and blood they are loosing focus of their mandate: to preach the message of salvation.  Consultation fee galore! We are rather blasted with the ability to create fortunes overnight ( how can you make fortune when you are lazy); the ability to replace body parts spiritually; the need to sow seeds of….( am I doing farming in church?)

We revere God in church. Within the four walls or whatever. The bible has become a Sunday ornament gracing our hands. The bigger the better. Our pastors have become gods. We are lost. But….

I am only a messenger

I have come to deliver

It is a great thing to write. I thank my teachers. I thank those of my friends who have and keep encouraging me.

Mediocrity is a word. It is in the dictionary. When humans encourage mediocrity it becomes a way of life. It becomes a norm. We always as Ghanaians say “fa ma Nyame” meaning ” leave it to God” ; better still ” give it to God” Give what to God? Our nansins(Ga voice)? Instead of paying heed to revamp and improve the country’s educational system, we are enjoying the luxuries of teenage bosoms and V12s .  We would rather spend money on vehicles for useless ventures than build schools. I shudder to mention smartboards because those to effect the use are equally not smart. I daresay only 10 or a maximum of 20percent of the teachers in Ghana can string cohesive comprehensible sentences together. Some have the passion to teach but lack the fundamentals to be able to teach effectively. Something must be done. I am not surprised at the language in the Brochure and the subsequent apology letters. It tells how rotten the system is.

Ghana is only 59 years. She is too young to start worrying about pension. With one voice, let us advocate for a change in the educational setup. English is our mode of communication with the outside world. Let us be articulate in its use and still have our local languages. It can be done. Otherwise ….(Hasaacas).

I am only a messenger.

I have come to deliver.

#SILENTNOISES