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The Black Cover Up

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Has it ever occurred to you that whenever people don’t want others in their business the colour black is used as the discourager? In Africa most especially, black is a symbol of sorrow, defeat and probably bad luck.  Could this be the reason why polythene bags were made in black? To drive away the curiosity of people as to the contents of the bag. Wondering where this conversation sprung up from? Well I was rushing through a shower to work one Tuesday morning when I heard in the Twi dialect, ‘mirror, I have mirror, mirror’ from a very deep male throat.  I burst into laughter because of how the chant suddenly sounded and disrupted the still atmosphere. I then recalled my experience with a mirror seller some weeks back. He was selling the Ludo board in addition to the mirror, after much bargaining and paying for my board, he bade me farewell and left.  As I continued on my way home I was thinking to myself why the mirror seller did not offer me a polybag to put my purchase into.  Not

Next Year

 And all too soon the year 2021 is almost over.  I am extremely grateful for the opportunity to share my little moments of inspiration with you all. Thank you for reading, sharing with your friends on your status and other platforms, commenting and inspiring me also. If there are any wisdom nuggets you wish to share with me, I'll be much grateful. Anything you think I need to work on or introduce is welcomed. Please leave your suggestions in the comment section.  Enjoy the last days of the year and see you in 2022. Cheers!

Precious Gift

  And I will cherish you all my days for you cherished me enough for this precious gift to be mine πŸŽ„πŸŽ„πŸŽ„πŸŽ„πŸŽ„πŸŒ΄πŸŒ΄πŸŒ΄ Everyone in this season expect some sort of gift, even if it's just a simple wish. Kids especially look forward to receiving lots of goodies. I want to receive a lot of goodiesπŸ˜‰πŸ˜œ. You can even contact me to help with my wish listπŸ˜›. We are celebrating the end of a year and the beginning of a new one. A time of reflection, resolution making, planning and of course enjoymentπŸ’ƒπŸ•Ί and merry making. We are also remembering the great sacrifice God made for the whole world and all humans. the gift of his precious son Jesus Christ. Our God, our Lord, our Master our King and most importantly our Saviour and friend. Even us humans sometimes label people as toxic and cut them off for our peace of mind and comfort but God did not leave us to wander in despair. While we were still very much engaged in the sin, at that critical point he gifted us his son Jesus. Even as we celebra

How He Met Me

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  … But when the Lord get's ready You've got to move, move, move Hello, I hope your week has been blessed to the Glory of God. Hallelujah! Today's inspiration is coming from my Mom. She has a saying these days; 'my time is past, you are the youth now'.  This statement is an answer to why she's  no longer actively attending evening services and other extra or special programs. Note the key word ACTIVELY. She is attending but the energy she used in some time past has waned. Old age is creeping on her slowly. How vibrant she was during rallies!  Now she's resigned herself to market evangelism. Talking to children and young adults especially who are away from home and live in the market where she sells. The above is a very vivid imagery of her watchword, 'remember your creator in your youth whiles you are strongest'. There is no retirement in Christianity. You are on active duty till the Lord calls you. It is while you are strongest that you can perform

Fear and Fire

 I didn't know I already had the answer  no I didn't know  but if I had known... Fear is an unpleasant feeling triggered by the perception of pain or danger, real or imagined. It courses through the body like lightening, causing one to react. To either be on the offensive or defensive. I've been plagued by fear quite a number of times. From the childhood fear of being caught in the kitchen enjoying meat not meant for me, to planning my escape from teachers when I was late to school, to surviving robbery attacks. Recently I've been playing hide and seek with pickpockets when I'm walking home in the evenings. One rider stretched the arms back and I thought he was enjoying the crack in this shoulders and that indescribable sweet feeling from stretching. My bag was the target and the whole stretching display a camouflage. The speed with which I jumped awayπŸ˜€, even I was impressed with myself.  So you can see I've had my fair share of this electric feeling called fea