Month: February 2021

Once again I come to you. Once again I write. I guess taking a jolt to the head does a lot. Fortunately, I did not hit it.

Northeasters do dump a lot of snow. Then we clean up because life must go on.
I wrote articles when Papa J changed his abode. Those articles are in archives. Maybe one day, the sun will shine on where they are hidden. For now, I write and permit to say “Adieu, Papa J. You have done your bit. We cannot and will not judge you. Fly your way home, sir”

I write in pain and turmoil tonight. I ask myself if 2020 was not enough. 2021 has just started and those getting off the train of life are close to home. The tears will no longer flow except for fond memories. Memories so pleasant you ask yourself why you mourn.

With that let me enshrine my adopted mother’s name here. Auntie Abigail Dom, I am going to miss you. I will always cherish your advice and laughter. I still miss the Christmas Carols you took round the homes of Rotarians just to raise money for projects. I will miss the fireside chats and dinners. I will miss standing on the stairs to catch a breeze with you. Kofi Gyan and will grieve but we will laugh for you were so full of life. Head on home, mummy. Uncle K Dom awaits.

Then Mr Robert Bentil. I don’t even know how to describe the smile that will make the toughest melt. O if you were a woman, your suitors would have been many. Your kind and gentle self decided it is time to catch up with your Creator. A founding father of the Ghanaian Catholic Ministry that has metamorphosed into a Quasi Parish, you patiently did impart your knowledge to all who came near. Your laughter healed many a wound and left no scars. Sir, I salute.

Then Mr.Lennox Kukuu Arthur. So young. Life cut short. Loved ones left reeling in anguish and shock. How? My good sir till we meet again.

There are many more but I will not mention all. I will say Rest Well.

People are still dying. Be it Covid related or not. But at best let us prevent that death that we can avoid. So I urge you all to mask up, avoid gatherings and simply stay home.

These words have come to stay. Remote, New Normal, Social Distancing. They carry new meanings for us. Travel is now a strange word and connotes a lot of pain and discomfort. Passports and Visas are even stranger words. Who needs them now.

Keep healthy. Eat healthy.

Do not be defined by society. Be you. Dress in what makes you comfortable and not what others think you must wear unless it is a uniformed job or career.

What will it take for us to focus and develop instead of constantly selling our kith and kin for thirty pieces of silver? Yes Africa must grow and take her rightful place.

This fall has really juggled my brain.
Till I write again, I say mask up if you are stepping out. Other than that stay indoors.

Make some noise but Silently.

There is this thing dancing on my mind. It is so peculiar it stands out. There is no way I will push it away but definitely, I will let it play out.

The thing is “The leadership of the church in trying times”.
I hold this article dear because I am writing based on the first-hand experience. It will harbor no insults and certain words will be in inverted brackets. Failure to comprehend what I write will leave you in a prejudiced state of mind. I suggest you read devoid of any myopic lenses lest you fail to understand the writer.
In this article, I will ask blatant questions which if you are sincere and pragmatic will answer truthfully else…

“The leadership of the church in these trying times”

My question always has been and will remain so: If Jesus Christ were to come today and meet with all so called Bishops. Pastors, Rev Ministers, Priests, Apostles, Disciples, Only One et al, would they be able to look him in the face and answer, in all honesty, they strived to live as he did?

I pose this question as a premise to what I am about to espouse on. Let me start with the deification of some of these so-called. Why do they attribute to themselves authority beyond contestation? Such that it becomes a bit of a chore to point out their errors to them. Why do they see themselves AA commanding such poets that the first thing they say when you dare point out their ways is “I will curse you” to be followed by “touch not the Lord’s anointed”.

Why do these folk think they are not fallible?

The leadership of the church has let down its people.

The leadership of the church has failed its people in times of need.

The leadership of the church has focused on what it stands to gain from the congregants rather than offer them the hope and impetus to face tomorrow?

Salvation is not designated for an individual but for all. So then it beats the imagination when the leadership strikes partnerships with the well to do who are ready to buy into their agenda and forsake the poor up in whose shoulders the church stands.

In these times, when people of color have been denigrated and trampled on, one would think the leadership of the church would take a giant step and stand out for people of color and be their advocate. Even if they did, the silence has been deafening. Where was the leadership in calling out the perpetrators of these heinous offenses? Did the church leadership issue a communique? Once again they left their people to battle it out and then come to church on Sunday with their Tithe and offering.

The tithing and offering are very important because it sustains the church. It funds its programs and pays bills. It pays the bills of the leadership and buys their vehicles. The money that comes in makes them live a luxurious life that some of them would have never dreamed of. They forget without the congregants they are like the shepherd whose flock has run away. They have mistaken respect for timidity and gullibility forgetting that when you annoy a bear it will attack you.

In the midst of this pandemic, when people are at risk, what would it take for the leadership to Zoom services and make a passionate plea to parishioners rather than coerce them to come to church and still true to extort money in the name of church business must go on?

Make some noise but silently. Someone must hear us.