Posted in Poetry

I don’t want a friendship where…




I don’t want a friendship where you ask me to tell you about myself,
As though we were in an interview,

I want the friendship which grows and blossoms by itself,
One in which after getting to know each other better,
Our best parts glow and bad parts go low,
I want a friendship which has a natural flow.

I don’t want a friendship where you ask me “can I be your friend?”
As if life was Facebook where you spend time
responding to friend requests from people you don’t know,
I want a friendship which doesn’t tear down, but rather builds up,
One in which there’s freedom to fool and
freedom to receive corrections for growth,
A friendship where instant feedback is appreciated,
not like Instagram where all you do is like,
I want a friendship between souls, not physical bodies and virtual realities.

I don’t want a friendship where I lead and you follow,
It’s not like we’re trying to copy Twitter,
I want a friendship where we are equal
and contribute value to each other’s life,
One in which we push each other to explore our fullest potential,
Not one that ridiculing other’s and their dreams is what makes us full,
I want a friendship which never ends
because we help each other be fulfilled.

I don’t want a friendship where you are a prey and I am the predator,
A friendship where all I do is milk you dry
of all your resources without giving back,
I want a friendship where our contributions to each other’s life
is engineered by the Holy Spirit Himself,
One that has Jesus at the center and so
can’t tip-off like a rotation of the earth,
I don’t want an eclipse friendship,
where there’s abnormality because one tried to rob the other,
I want a friendship which is full of substance and form.


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Posted in Career

How To Transition From Being A Student To An Employee

Life doesn’t always announce the challenges ahead, you need to always be ready to handle the difficulties that life brings.

Every year, thousands of graduates in Ghana migrate from being students to employees. This usually happens at least within the first year of coming out of the university, largely because of national service (a story on its own). Fortunately, or unfortunately, most undergraduates come out of school unprepared for the working world, most of them come in with their limited experience of being interns. It’s true that national service sometimes is like a prolonged internship/attachment (as we’re used to in Ghana), but the reality on the ground is that, after the one year, you are actually going to transition into the corporate world or working world. It is thus important that during this transition period in your life, you make yourself open to opportunities that will make you stand out as an individual who wants to get employed or wants to employ himself.

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Posted in Poetry, Prompts

To my lost love

Image credit: Pinterest

I have a story to tell;
Whispered the little bird;
On top of my shoulder it perched and it’s dirge it did sing;
Of a love so great, but that couldn’t last;
Of a love suddenly broken by life’s pressures;
Of a love between two beautiful souls;
It told the story thus;

He once loved a damsel, she was the very epitome of beauty and graciousness;
She was the one who made his heart beat in a rhythmic manner;
She, whose smile so captivated him, he forgot his sorrows when with her;
She, who made life look so easy just by dreaming of their beautiful future together;
She, who gave him courage to seek what he truly believed in;
She spurred him on to greatness and making a difference;
A love, who brightened his world, giving him hope for each day.

Then life happened, he woke up one day and she was gone;
No goodbye, no parting gifts or messages, not even a parting hug;
He didn’t know he could have saved her;
He didn’t know she had been dying but refused to tell him;
She had planned it all along, didn’t want him to hurt;
Now he held her in his arms, unable to save her;
Her beautiful smile faded into a cold and still expression he couldn’t name;

My lost love, the one who my heart beat in response to;
My lost love, wish I could turn back the hands of time;
My lost love, do come back to me, tell me you’re back;
Laugh loudly again and erase my worries;
Stay with me now, don’t leave me to face life without you;
Till we meet again, you’d be the love I cherished and appreciated;
Thank you for being my love, I enjoyed every bit of it.

Image Credit: Pinterest

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Posted in Reviews, Write Ups

Who Moved My Cheese 

I found myself reading this book yesterday afternoon and wondered how come after all these years I’m now getting to read the book. I had encountered it with friends but never bothered to ask any more information about it as the title didn’t sound too catchy to me back then, unlike the way it’s jumping at me now that I’ve devoured the contents. Thinking about how short and concise the story is, makes me more ashamed for not having read it earlier. But the fun part of life is that, everything happens for a reason and in a specific season. This is the time I needed the info and it has come just at the right time. Edward, thanks for recommending the book to me. I really appreciate it. I hope you enjoy the few lessons I’m gonna share and find a way and time to download the book and read it. Cheers and enjoy!


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Posted in Poetry, Write Ups

I have a dream


I wasn’t always this way;
I was a child shut in by tradition, afraid to speak of my dreams;
Lest I be thrown into a well and shipped off to Egypt;
So I learned to dream under wraps:
Hidden by thick blankets of self-doubt and people pleasing,
A prisoner of despair: my little heart-broken beyond repair;
Broken into pieces by the hammer of discouragement,
The hammer who spoke a language only I could understand:
A language whose chief alphabets spell “YOU CAN’T DO THIS” –

For so long, I stayed imprisoned by the shackles of depression and repression;
Pushing the gifts deeper down, denying their existence for fear of being unique,
I feared being special:
being Saved, Prepared, Equipped, Constructed Intrinsically Agile for Life;
I couldn’t fathom that I had to be different; it didn’t make any sense to be;
Because being different meant being bullied;
Different meant being too proud;
Different meant being too scared of being wrong;
Different meant accepting me for all I was;
Different meant accepting the responsibility that I was carved & created for a time like this;
That my frame was tall and weight light so I could fly;
That my mind worked non-stop so I could provide solutions;
That my heart beat with passion for a reason;

I wasn’t always like this,
I failed to see that being mediocre was what was killing me;
Failed to identify that voice of fear and replace it with faith;
Fear that made me stoop and squat when I was made to stand;
Fear that crippled me and kept me from running when I was designed to fly;
I never used to be this way;
Never used to be confident in who God made me to be;
Didn’t imagine I could be an influence, much more a positive one;
Never dreamt of being a voice to my generation;

I thank God for the revelation;
That I was made for such a dispensation;
That provision had been made for the great vision;
That I had nothing to do with discouragement;
Because my influence and fulfilment of purpose and vision is by divine arrangement;
I thank God for the liberation;
That has caused my life to be a constant purpose celebration.

Whoever you are and whatever you are going through whilst trying to follow God’s will for your life, be encouraged that the vision is for an appointed time and that though it tarried, it will surely come to pass. God doesn’t start anything He wouldn’t or can’t finish. Keep trusting.



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