NEVER AGAIN

Remember you've said it before,
Never again!
You even meant it more than before,
Never again!

Flipping through the pages you wrote it down in ink,
You impressed it upon your heart so it wouldn't sink,
Yet you did it again even before you could think,
With tears rolling down your cheeks with one blink.

No need to give up, realise how far you've come,
Just look forth and tell yourself yes you can!
This one thing do, never say never again!
Let life roll, and you'll see all was for your gain!

MADE OF MORE

For everything there is a season,
The dog only barks for a reason,
A bee can never quit beeing,
Such grace of human being,

You sit down and wonder what if,
Disregarding it still can be even if,
Sometimes life brings us to crossroads,
When all we have left are lifeboats,

We can choose to quit,
Or just pretend to be fit,
There's nothing in losing afterall,
Let all know you are made of more!

FUFU

So I said it. Fufu is the most complete food in the world. Anyone who has ever tasted this Ashanti delicacy will vocally attest to this fact. It's a mixture of cassava (potato-like tuber) and plantain. Through hard work (pounding) and skillful driving those two unagreeable farm produce find common ground somewhere in between. Once it's flooded with enough soup as an accompaniment all the hard work is forgotten. The hardest part of enjoying fufu is trying to manage it with any set of cutlery (almost impossible). It's made with hands and the only way to best enjoy it is with bare hands as well. Anytime you visit Ghana just find a 'chop bar' anywhere and make your order. I know you will enjoy it!

A WORD IN SEASON

How do you speak hope to one who's addicted to drugs? With his palm in chin, foreign to any sense of hope, disguised by the illusion that everything is over! Why don't you try irrestible love? Or better still why don't you just shut up and listen.

How do you speak love to the widow that's lost her two kids as well? Absent minded and eaten her lonely bread, she cannot even begin to fathom a loving God. Why don't you preach hope for a brighter day? Sometimes we just have to sit in silence to better hear the whispering heart of those who are hurting?

And when it becomes necessary to speak, really necessary; let's take heed from the ancient prophet's words "The Lord GOD hath given me the tongue of the learned, that I should know how to speak a word in season to him that is weary: he wakeneth morning by morning, he wakeneth mine ear to hear as the learned." To speak the right words we need first to listen!

WRITERS LIVE TWICE

Writers live twice. They live their lifetime and then they live their legacy. Every time someone quotes them, every moment anyone takes their words and relive them, they live again.

Every story has to be told and every story is told by someone. The world is a wide place and there are just people like you waiting to hear your voice and views expressed. So start thinking about the real you, the story you have and share with others. Many can relate to it.

You can start with a blog today, thankfully it's free. Or maybe you can own a diary and start writing. You can start with the things that interests you. A little at a time, make it a hobby rather than labour. Who knows, you might have a best seller in you. Take time to write, it's a healer.

IF I WERE A BOY

I would make different decisions. I would set myself apart to seek wisdom and understanding. I would live my life in pursuit of the things I only believe in.

And yet I'm a man now. A full bearded man with the opportunity to right the wrongs in my life and make the most of the things around me. It's never an easy thing, to wake up in the morning with the mind to do one thing and have your whole body telling you to do another.

So I'm going to do what I have to do. For a boy can only dream what a man does. I have today and I have my future ahead. I'm going to be what I set out to be for the past is but a story we tell ourselves over and over again. It's possible still.