my akua

my akua

‘Twas too early
So the sun had no role to play
The morning dew too had fallen
An hour ago
What remained?
A charm
That mocks eloquence
A beauty
That ridicules pearls

Created on the genesis morning
But behind closed doors
God had released one
Of His finest
And dutied the angels to monitor
Rather they fed their eyes
Whispering in awe

Insomnia took me out
And there in my gaze
A smile of God
A stranger on earth
Cursed or Sent?

Leaves waved
Birds sung
Winds celebrated
Clouds escorted
Definitely sent!

To whittle my purpose
With divine tools
Then sing to me soothing tunes
Rehearsed in heaven
And lead the way
Back to the creator
Created I believe
With me in mind
my akua

breathe..YOU HAVE DONE SOMETHING

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The lazy sky hung over our heads. And the grass was obviously going nowhere beneath us. It stayed and brushed against our feet as we strolled in the park. It was a Sunday evening and we decided to clear our hearts and minds of all issues to make way for the pressure on Monday.

“I think I have wasted my life and I really can’t place my hand on anything tangible I have achieved or any investment I can boast of after school,”came her frustration. I wanted to cut in and declare “I am a witness,” but clearly there were a lot to be said, so I listened and on and on and on she went lamenting about her life full of poors! Poor decisions! Poor relationships! Poor Jobs! Poor prayer life! Poor this and that.

It only hits me when she started comparing herself to me and making a tall list of what she thought were great achievements in my life. I wanted to cut in again but I stopped and listened. I didn’t argue with her. I rather found it revealing no in fact healing that she thought I had done something great with my life.

By the time she was done, I had compiled her own list of great feats and lavished on her. Not to do the reciprocal you-have-done-good-too kind of talk but to make her realise that the fact that you haven’t achieved the big things on your list doesn’t mean you haven’t done something good. It doesn’t mean you haven’t influenced anyone. It doesn’t mean you are no good. It doesn’t mean you have wasted your life.

It is pretty easy to look around and rate yourself below standards in terms of achievement. Hell, sometimes you want to hide when you see your mates or younger colleagues at a certain height in society. Society has a definition for success and achievements with components being cars, apartments, investments, high profile jobs, status and others. You name them. Even when you have them, there is always a way to make you feel you are lacking hence you are unsatisfied or worse, feel wasteful.

Truth be told, you may have judged wrong and taken some bad decisions. You are not where you wished to be (show me someone who really is) and so you don’t feel good about yourself.

Well this is the truth whether you believe it or not, “breathe, you have done something!”

Really? Yeah you have! We cannot measure all the good you have done because the records are in heaven. How many times have you lent a listening ear to someone? How many times have you shared your thoughts on an issue? How many times has someone leaned and cried on your shoulder? How many times have you even escorted someone? How many times have you spoken on behalf of someone? How many times have you given as little as twenty pesewas to someone even playfully to buy sachet water? How many times have you said a prayer for someone? How many times have sat by a sick friend’s bed? How many times have sent someone a lovely message? How many times have you bought something (I don’t mean a car, laptop or a house, but phone recharge credit, a season card, food etc.) for someone?

These small looking irrelevant daily actions carry the highest points in the books of heaven. Even on earth you have no idea how well they inspired lives. The jobs and positions we hold have an eventual purpose of making someone’s life better. So you have done something and still doing something.

Scott Adams writes, “You don’t have to be a person of influence to be influential. In fact the most influential people in my life are probably not even aware of the thing they’ve taught me.”

We daily affect lives without knowing.There are a lot of things to be thankful for. It had to be God (get a copy of my book) for us to get here. We ought to learn how to be content.

So you don’t have that dream car or mansion or no investment yet but in reality you have been good in one way or another. Don’t beat yourself. Don’t wallow in self-pity. It is wasteful mental energy and hasn’t gotten anything done ever since.

In fact, let’s take this higher. Why worry and fret over what you don’t have or haven’t done? Why pay attention to what the devil is telling you directly or indirectly through people? We are not where we want to be but thank God we are not where we used to be. We will surely get there by grace and doing our part. While on the way, hold your head high, be good and do good and smile.

Now be content, focus and work out the big plans but don’t stop doing small stuffs alongside. They have the tendency to change lives and destinies. Ironically they mean a lot more to heaven. They can even lead to achieving the big plans. So I am telling you the same thing I told my friend, “Breathe, you have done something and you can do more.”

Be inspired!

Kwabena E. Mankata (C) 2014 All Rights Reserved

feelings WE don’t talk ABOUT

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I have been there and I have seen it from afar and near when a guy and a lady become very good friends. When they enjoy each others company chatting about necessary and unnecessary issues for long hours. When they are unafraid to be themselves and can see through each other perhaps even predict correctly what the other would say or do or react in their absence. When they pray and genuinely care for each other. When they tend to bring out the best in each other! When they are the first to hear good and bad news each has. When they are both assured that in the midst of trying moments even when one guilty, the other will be there to stand for and by. Yet in there lies a feeling they never talk about; at least for a while.

People then begin to suggest to them to observe each other well. They say to the lady, “Don’t you see how this guy looks at you? He seems so much alive and determined to chart different courses to prove himself to you. He will do anything for you.” Then they tell the guy, “This lady is perfect for you in simple terms. She feels nothing short of comfort around you.” All of a sudden the guy and lady begin to notice stuffs and start marking the checklists people have listed for them. Yet still in there lies a feeling they never talked about; at least for a while.

Then one day the guy makes a new lady friend and starts sharing ideas, plans; basically begin to reduce by smaller increasing margins, the time spent with the previous lady friend for this new one. Or it could be the lady who gets another guy friend and then suddenly jealousy begins to outline the feelings. “It’s okay” is the response when being asked how they feel about the new friend but beneath that okay is a mixed feeling of jealousy, rage and fear underlain with an undeniable love. Yet in there lies a feeling they never talk about; at least for a while.

Sure, it’s the guy’s duty perhaps right to make a move or say something. The lady can only aid with signs or emotional languages for lack of better explanation or maybe some choice of words. If he can’t listen, he should at least see that the emotional display is no longer on the friendship level. After all these proved futile and the expectations aren’t met, disappointments and doubts set in. Yet again in there lies a feeling they never talk about; at least for a while.

And then one day, another gentleman whisks the lady away or a sister get the proposal from the guy either by a higher step of faith or intensified sign language. Broken heart rears its head. And for some strange reason, now the one left alone starts talking about the feeling they never talked about because the while is up.

Now the while is up and they begin to talk about the feelings they never talk about. To their amazement the feeling is mutual, the passion is still burning and desire is unchanged but one of them is now caught up in the arms of another regrettably to other’s emotional detriment. Then the usual “you should have said something, but you didn’t say anything, how was I suppose to know that this and this could lead to this, now what do I do? What do I tell him, what do I say her?” pop up. The truth? It is too late

Strange? No! So true and it’s still happening. What could the reason be until this while? Could they be genuine or absurd? Who decides? Well, I have been there before and for certain it’s a feeling you wouldn’t want to experience twice. Be bold young man! Young woman do this. Talk about the feeling in there before it gets to that while.

Kwabena Eddie Mankata © 2014