Do you note at all? There are undoubtedly so many things in your life that can be noted. It could be about you, or your business, your work, someone’s life that inspires you, your successes, and your experiences about anything at all in your life.
One of my favorite quotes goes like this “If life is worth living, then it is worth journaling”. Life, they say is short and it will be beautiful if you can capture every moment, special or not in your books, better still on your Galaxy Note. I like to keep my diary online so I don’t lose the information easily. And moreover, it prevents the situation where friends and family members can get access to it.
This week I was reading about the life of Bill Clinton in his own words. He notes day by day. Do you note?
Marcus Allen wrote his auto-biography and made money selling it. He notes, do you note?
Many people do, and even make a lot of money from. Do you note?
Your story alone, no matter how bad it is or how good it is, can inspire the next generation. So, Do you note?
On Friday, 10th October, 2014, I left my workplace around 6:25 pm moving to pick a bus to Nkrumah circle when I got robbed at gun point. Yes! GUN… at least as far as I remember, what I saw held on me was a gun.
Around 6:30pm, I noticed two guys on a motorbike were riding by me and when we got to a slightly darker area (at Acheampong junction, East legon), one got down and put a gun on me despite the fact that people were around. At this point, I totally surrendered to my impulses, that got my legs working faster than usual to I run away. The robber held my backpack and I had no option than to let go of it. He then jumped on to the motorbike and sped off. Everything happened so fast.
The robbers made away with my laptop that has all my valuable documents (my backups are on my pendrive that was taken too), my wallet with includes my 3 visa cards, 1 mastercard, and an amount of Ghc 300. They also took away, my company incorporation certificates and business certificates, my Univ. of Ghana certificates, my biometric passport, a blackberry phone with charger, a Glo modem, a vodafone mifi, my ID cards, one 32GB pendrive, one 16GB pendrive & an 8 GB pen drive which had all my backups. Hmmm, they really pushed me back to the stone age. :)
I don’t even have time to feel bad about this robbery cos my heart is full of Joy and Happiness.
1. Be more aware of my surroundings. Live in the NOW. Present time conscious.
2. Back up all my documents online.
3. Carry less stuffs with me.
4. Get some martial art skills. :) if only that could’ve helped.
I am grateful to God for protecting me and saving me for a more horrific situation.
Back to the Stone Age. Now let’s start afresh.
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“Today a reader, tomorrow a leader.” – Margaret Fuller
There is a Ghanaian (Ga) adage that goes thus “kɛ ofee moko nɔɔ dzogbaa boo nɔ baahi.” Transliterated: “if you do someone’s well, yours will go well too.” When the elders and sages coined this adage they had an understanding of service and faithfulness that can be helpful as we prepare for positions of leadership.
The fact remains that none of us is born leading. Even as toddlers, we have to follow the lead of our parents, older siblings and relatives in order to learn to walk, to talk, etc. In our early days, we follow the instructions of our parents until we arrive at the point where our faculties and decision-making mechanisms are advanced enough…
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The Fourth Annual CHALE WOTE Street Art Festival
James Town | High Street
Saturday, August 23rd + Sunday, August 24th | 10am – 9pm
Q+A Information Sheet
- Which part of James Town will the festival be held?
The two-day festival will take place along a 10-minute walking route on High Street between the Ga Mashie Development Agency [three buildings to the right of the Light House] down to the old Kings Way building [next to Ussher Fort].
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Ben Arfa (Tunisia) – France
Paul Pogba (Guinea) – France
Karim Benzema (Algeria) – France
Samir Nasri (Algeria) – France
Govou (Benin) – France
Zinedine Zidane (Algeria) -France
Luis Nani (Cape Verde) – Portugal
Christian Benteke (DRC) -Belgium
Jerome Boateng (Ghana) -Germany
David Alaba (Nigeria) – Austria
Oguchi Onyewu (Nigeria) – USA
Angelo Ogbonna (Nigeria) – Italy
Dennis Aogo (Nigeria) – Germany
Okaka Chuka (Nigeria) – Italy
Gabriel Agbonlahor (Nigeria) – Scotland
Patrick Owemoyela (Nigeria) – Germany
Nedum Onuoah (Nigeria) – England
Patrick Vieira (Senegal) – France
Mousa Dembele (Mali) – Belgium
Romelo Lukaku (DRC) – Belgium
Sami Khedira (Tunisia) – Germany
Vincent Kompany (Congo) – Belgium
Danny Welbeck (Ghana) – England
Mario Balotelli (Ghana) – Italy
Mamadou Sakho (Guinea) – France
Bacary Sagna (Senegal) – France
Patrice Evra (Guinea) – France
El Shaarawy (Egypt) – Italy
Dirick Origi (Kenya) – Belgium
Ramires Makukula (Swaziland) – Brazil.
Memphis Depay (Ghana)- Holland
Odonkor (Ghana)- Germany
This is why Africa never wins,
And oh , i forgot these last ones
*** John Boye(portugal) – Ghana (no wonder he scored an own-goal in Gha vs Por.
And finally, Fatau Dauda (Papua New Guinea) – Ghana. Hmm. No comment.
I am not a good writer but I just have the feeling that I need to write down something to celebrate my dad. This is just a warning so you do not get disappointed after reading.
Mr. Peter Kwaku Prosper Anani aka Stone or ekpes3s3 (meaning hard stone) is my dad. He got the name ‘stone’ from his students who claim he is hard and tough. I always laugh when I hear them say that because I do not see him that way. But I can’t deny the fact that he can be tough sometimes. He hasn’t lashed us before except for the last born, Florence, who, I must confess, is a hard nut to crack.
He is soooo sweet. I guess sweet is not appropriate to be used for a man right??!!! But I just don’t know what other word to use.
Any time my father calls, my roommates know he is the one because of the smile on my face and our introductory pleasantries and pet accusations.
Bear in mind that all our telephone conversations are in standard British English, the kind Churchill and Thatcher and co. speak. Loool
Dad: how are you?
Me: good. U?
Together: gut gut gut be-au-tiful be-au-tiful be-au-tiful
Unlike me, he is a very good cook. Because of his work, he lives at Akosombo and any time I go to visit him, I sleep like a log. He wakes me up only to say, “Wake up lazy girl. I have fried some egg and heated some water and boiled some rice. Beverage for the morning and rice for the afternoon. Am off to work”. Then, I simply go back to sleep with a big grin on my face. I remember when he used to prepare stew and send it to me through his teacher who is studies for a degree through the distance education model at the University of Ghana. Then, Felicity and I would be rich in terms of food for the week. Mind you, the stew always came with bread, “abolo”, “one-man-thousand,” fried fish and fante kenkey.
My dad is a strong-hearted man to have lived with my mum all these years. (no offence ooo) but trust me, my mum is tough. She is the man in the house and my dad is the woman. Any time he comes from work and sees us sober the first question will be, it’s your mum again right?” When my dad talks to us with his eyes, my mum does so with her hands and MOUTH. So we are always glad to have him at home and my mum away.
Annoyingly, he always forgot our birthdates and or birthdays. If you think that is unforgivable for a dad, please excuse him. He doesn’t remember his either!
Me: Efo/ Fo K)kuu (thats how I jokingly call him sometimes)
Dad: Uhuuuuh (not waiting for us to have our usual introductory greetings. I am filling a form and they are asking for your dates of birth—yours, Florence’s and Belinda’s.
Me: Aaarrrhhh Daaa how can you forget? Any time you are filling a form you have to call and ask me.
Dad: Ooohh la I am in a hurry. Tell me.
Me: Ok 12th March, 1990
Dad: Take your time. 12th what?
Dad: Uhuh? 19 what?
Dad: Heeeeeer are you sure?
Dad: Hahahahah. Ok sorry. What about Belinda and Florence?
Me: Belinda is an August born and Florence is June but I have forgotten the dates
Dad: How can u?
Me: (shocked at why he could forget it himself)
Dad: bye bye!!
Me: Oh Daa…wait
Then line drops……..
Even when I call him on his birthday, he will say “Belinda was the one who called me before I remembered oooo” (Belinda is sooo annoying. She is always the first to call both parents on their birthdays. I never beat her to it)
He is a hardworking teacher. He is an excellent mathematician but unfortunately none of his children is. He has taught me to be punctual and work hard in every corner I find myself. He is never late for work or any programme thus when we are to go somewhere with him, he makes sure we start preparing an hour before him. He won the Best Teacher Award in the Asuogyaman District for four consecutive times and I think they grew tired of him so decided to give it to other people. He is loved by his staff (only the hardworking staff. The lazy ones hate him to the core) and students. In March this year, he was transferred to head another school and I witnessed how some staff and students of the school wept. Surprisingly, they organized a send-off party and a thanksgiving service for him (the first ever to be organized by the school). I was soo proud of him. I recall when I went on my usual weekend visits and he came to see me off at the station. When the car moved, a woman tapped me from behind and when I turned, she asked me if Mr. Anani was my dad. When I responded in the affirmative, she said, “He is a hardworking teacher and I like him”. I left shortly after, my head beaming with pride.
I don’t need to bore you with my dad but all I can say is I love him and I pray for long life for him to enjoy the fruits of his labour. He once told me that he has no house, car, land or business to bequeath to me. All he had for me was education. I have always cherished that immensely.
It’s another Fathers’ Day and I have decided to ‘publish’- If that is what this is- a poem I wrote for on Thursday, January 17th 2012, between the hours of 9am and 1:30pm.
This poem might not be as good as, Milton’s, Shakespeare’s or Awoonor’s but I think I love it because it came right down the gulf of my heart. loool
Not all fathers are bad or irresponsible, you know??!! There are good ones out there.
Mothers get the fame,
And Fathers bear the shame.
Mothers are always said to go through the pain
And Fathers are always said to be insane.
But who said some Fathers do not treasure
The Children, they have in this world feature?
They worry about them that their blood pressure,
Doctors cannot measure.
My Dad is that Father,
Who acts like a Mother.
On the table he provides butter
So the Children do not worry over any matter.
I will not pretend he is an Angel.
He can be firm like jell.
He will not even give us a space of gill.
And he sometimes drinks something I hate which is gin.
But I love him anyways!!
Because I love you is all he says.
I will provide for you all my days,
So I will be happy when death I face.
He just did not donate his sperms.
Quality time for us he spares
And makes sure he spends
His money on his ‘pets’.
I acknowledge all his efforts
And I promise to make him proud.
1. A girl that asks you for money all the time is called Ghana Commercial Bank
2. A girl that calls you for food always is called Agricultural Development Bank.
3. A girl that uses your money to take care of other family members is called National
4. A girl that prefer to have sex after marriage is Social Security Bank.
5. A girl that is very faithful to you is Fidelity Bank
6. A girl that gives it to every available man is Access Bank
7. A girl that dates men from different countries is Intercontinental Bank
8. A girl that is too small for sex is called Micro Finance
9. A girl that just broke her Virginity with a man is called First National Bank
10. A girl that has the ability to syphon all your cash is called Energy Bank.
11. A girl that makes you feel very accepted and loved is called Royal Bank
Now ladies, which bank are you???🙊
Men, which of the banks do you save at??
I must admit that, this journey was not easy at all. I’ll be ending this journey this evening or let me say, in two hours time.
Reasons best known to me and my coach, Mavis Manns. I hope to intensify this cleansing another time with the help of Mavis, who will join me on the next journey. Let me know if you want to join us on this journey. My cleansing process will end with Grapes, Bananas, Mangos and Apples. I feel weak. Grateful to God for guiding me through.
When the going gets tough, only the tough gets going. Yesterday was a good day for me but ended badly.
In short, I almost collapsed in the evening after living on Mangos and Pawpaw. I was energetic in the morning and afternoon. But almost lost it in the evening. My session with my coach revealed that, I could do better with this cleansing when I take the appropriate measures. She, Mavis Manns then gavr me some schedules I could use next time for a more thorough and deeper cleansing. Check my Facebook page for the schedule : http://www.facebook.com/peagama.
Today the 3rd day of my cleansing process and as I sit at the back of the car, holding my a bottle of water in my hands and head to work at 5:30 am, I want to shortly recap my Day 2 of the journey.
Lessons from Day one made be start my Day 2 with a bottle of water and Mango. Later when I got to work, I took some bananas and then work began.
Unlike Day one when I felt severe headache in the late afternoon, Day 2 was ironically far better and I guess my body was getting used to it.
As usual, my coach Mavis Manns was there to check on me. She advised I put lime (although acidic) in my water so that it could wash down the toxins or waste. Others advised I watch my fruits intake because too much of the same fruits could create more waste in my body.
So with all that in mind, I’m living on Watermelons, bananas, Coconut, mangos and pawpaw today (Day 3).