Month: August 2016

Growing up, going to church was a joy. We would be given money for the collection bowl/offertory time which invariably would end up in the hands of the iced cream seller. The bold ones opted for bananas and peanuts. Some went for roasted corn and peanuts..

Aside of that, we held the church edifice in awe. We were scared of the parish priest. The solemn look on his face and the jerk in his gait put some fear into you the child. We saw the church as the house of God and walked in with reverence. It was a simple structure devoid of luxury. It was a simple building. We were scared to talk and spoke in whispers. Woe unto you, if your parents or friends of your parents saw you talking during service irrespective of the time. The message preached then was always of salvation and acts of Godliness. Hell was spoken of with fear. All strived and pleaded with God for forgiveness of sins. The parish priest drove us unto that narrow path of righteousness. For us kids it was tough. Seldom was God’s name mentioned or that of His son, Jesus The Christ. Reverence was held for the Names of God.

Today. The message is two fold. The first talks about the coming of Jesus and the need to build him a house. The need to part with a tenth of your earnings in order for God to bless you. The need to sow seeds into the pastors lives in order for your life to blossom. The second message is all about prosperity and vanity. It is intertwined into the first. People have been brainwashed into committing acts they would never have done as sane beings. The bible has been used as a tool to shut the eyes of well meaning people to the truth. Today we build structures to house The Good Lord. We build edifices. If He is coming, then of what use are these structures and its super luxurious  interior decorations? Would it not have been wise to adopt a hospital ward if not a town clinic in the hinterland and provide endless supplies to the less privileged? Would it not be Godly if you healed by way of the hospitals?

Imagine.! All the churches in Ghana with their numerous branches worldwide. Imagine instead of lavishing money and material things on the pastor, decided to lavish money and hospital supplies on adopted hospitals and or wards?

I weep. I am in anguish. We claim piety but alas we are astray. We need to get back on that narrow path.

Let us rewire our attitudinal thinking. We can do it.

I am only a messenger.

I have come to deliver.

As he stood on the platform, his back to the sycophantic babies with sharp teeth, he asked himself ” is it worth another 4 years?”
The answer came to him as he noticed two things- a “t” shirt bearing the name of his predecessor against 2016.
The second was the posters around asking “who killed the peacemaker?”

He jumped and with one finger in the air screamed ” I can’t think far!”

#SILENTNOISES
Vote wisely!

15 athletes. 16 officials. Please correct me if I am wrong. What did they go to do? Collect per diem as usual. Nansins! What is the use of the sports ministry- to oversee the GFA? Not blaming any Govt. Just saying.
2020 too? What will happen? No sporting discipline to excel in? In fact our leaders should stop traveling to these foreign meetings and conferences. They virtually learn nothing. That is why we as a nation are at a standstill.

And now. Everybody is free to do as they like!
Damn it! I can’t think far!
#SILENTNOISES

I am very grateful to my Creator for bringing me this far. On the occasion of my 600th follower, I applaud each and everyone of you.  600 readers! You are fabulous! You have encouraged me and goaded me on. You have proved to the naysayers that it can be done and really, it is being done. Remember, one day the Charcoal seller’s child will wear a WHITE shirt. Let no one tell you it cannot be done. Perseverance and Dedication is key in all that we set out to do. It is all about rewiring our attitudinal thinking.  I thank you all so much. One Love

Now to business.

The urgency to reawaken our attitudinal thinking is on. It is an ongoing dialogue.
Featuring in my next articles will be a special focus on The Ministry for Gender and Children and kominini; National Road Safety Commission and the Surge of Alcoholic Advertisements on TV. Last but not the least will be why churches are putting up magnificent buildings instead of setting up Trust Funds to benefit individuals, hospitals and schools.
I am #SILENTNOISES and by God’s grace I will make noise for the not so privileged.
Blessings Always
#SILENTNOISES

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My wife and kids convinced me I needed to go to the beach with them. It took a bit of cajoling but then I drove. I was very cautious about taking her van because she has bad tyres. We took my truck. We played the latest hiplife songs as we drove along. My daughters sung along to VVIP’s Skolom. We arrived at the beach an hour and some minutes later. There were many entrances where we could have entered on foot but we chose to drive in and park to unpack our goodies.

On this trip to the beach were the Ewe Association of Ct. They are a lively bunch. Jokes flew around like snow on a wintery  April day.  These were a decent matured crowd with well behaved children. Children born in America to Ghanaian parents and well behaved.

Two things caught my attention at the beach. People were confident in their skin. In as much as I do not condone obesity (i am doing my best to lose weight), I saw people walk confidently around. Compared to my size, then I would be labelled as malnourished. They walked with their spouses, hand in hand, head held high. They were confident. Why can’t you be confident? What is It that you lack? Why do you allow others to break you down? In swimwear, I saw big people stride by in confidence.  What prevents you from doing same even when clothed? All it takes is decent dressing and good hygiene. Not sagging pants and dress shirts not tucked in.

The second thing that caught my eye was the number of families. They were everywhere. Even newborns. You and I would choose to stay indoors to watch a movie. Get out. Spend family time. We have become customised to working non stop; picking up extra hours as they become available. We miss the opportunities; the doors wide open to enable us build relationships with our families and good friends.

As you read this article, I encourage and motivate YOU to be Confident in yourself. Nobody can do that for you. With your newfound confidence, build a relationship.

I love you all!

This article is dedicated to #TheRudeAwakening; Papayefm.com RasKimono and all panelists.

I have been advocating for change. Change that is positive. Change that is beneficial to humanity. Change that would look at the past and fashion a way in the present that would impact the future. Change that is not engineered to line my pockets or that of my friends.

Some refuse to see beyond the tip of their noses. Some simply refuse to think. (I wonder what the head is used for). Some simply have a conscience. They think right. Are you one of such?

In one way or the other, you can bring about change. Many avenues. Many doors. Don’t be quick to condemn. When you don’t have the expertise in the field, allow those who have it to do the work. It will never diminish your dignity. The fingers are not equal in length.  Let change emanate from your corner; from your know how; from your comfort zone.

This is my zone. I will write. I will debate. I will think positive. It will be done.

#SILENTNOISES

My ears tingle and my eyes dance as I write on this subject. I figure you are thinking more along family lines. You are wrong. Let me take a deep breathe here. I am most grateful to my Creator for He never took His eyes off me. Not even for a micro second.

My brother!! My brother is he who is there for me. My brother does not need to be a blood relation. My brother does not need to see me or talk to me everyday. He will never put me down. He will never scheme or plot my downfall because he loves me. My brother loves me. The keyword here is LOVE. For if there be no biological bond, nor pyhsical bond, then what am I raving about? His love for me supersedes his love for himself. He is there for me. He will build me up like a mason putting up a house; solidifying his blocks or bricks with mortar to make that house withstand time.

It takes a lot to be called a brother. I would have mentioned my brothers. I have two biological brothers who are also my brothers. Then I have those who claim brotherhood yet would plot and seek my downfall. Still there are those who would put a dime to a dollar and push me on to achieve that dream. All they seek from me is that brotherhood where they can tell their children in all confidence “he is your uncle”.
But then I ask “why’? Where did we go wrong as a people? Why the constant craze to destroy others? Definitely, we are not of the same cloth hence, I can never be like you. Our upbringing is totally different and unless you have the foresight and will to change your ill-fated destiny, then I can only withdraw and watch you dig your own pit. It is so sad, that after your evil machinations, then you show me the rest of your brown and green colored teeth.

I will continue to be your brother when the need arises but never to satisfy your insatiable wants. I will do right by what the good Books say. I will endeavor to live with a clean conscience that would permit my pillow to stay silent at night. I pray and urge you to change. Only you can tell yourself to change. Get out of yourself, take a look at yourself and what you have been up to. Now advise yourself.

I am only a messenger!
I have come to deliver.

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