The M I N D E

Its my birthday today. It doesn't feel like it. Haha, its funny.its when I'm legal and supposed to be happy-go-lucky about my ticket to this much talked about 'freedom' that I feel the LEAST excited. Seriously. I've never been this blase about my birthday before. I still can't conjecture if that's good or bad. Well, if it's any consolation, God gave me the BEST present I could ask for. That's Big Guy alright. Always pulling through for me. *_* So yeah. I'm 18. I'm a girl. I feel equally excited about those two facts. I wonder if things would have been any different if I was home. Probably not. I guess it's because I grew up thinking birthdays were a big deal. Re-socialisation's setting in though. This is probably the beginning of many unbelievably mundane birthdays to come.

Jeez. It was evidently a depressing day.

Birthday Blues

My urge to write gets stronger everyday. Its like I've opened Pandora's box or something. Okay so it's about 14 hours to my birthday and I'm supposed to be turning legal. Big whop. The only thing I have to show for it is my Voters' ID card and my future driver's license (okay maybe not so much of a big whop *_*) Strangely, or maybe not so, I don't feel any special. Growing up, birthdays have always been a big deal for me and I almost always make a fuss...in my head anyway. Last year, oh my, I didn't even get a cake. I realise that each passing year, the novelty wears off more and more. Sloowly. I'm about to turn 18 and I feel as normal as I do when I'm about to brush my teeth. I AM thankful for my life and for another shot at it but that's where the party ends. For me, it's just another day. Happy almost birthday to me *blows out imaginary candle*

The Genesis of My Candour Pangs

I'm sitting in the library and its two days to my birthday (whoop-de-doo) and I should be cramming my head with locations and population figures and all that shish-kabob (because yes, I have the most exciting subject ever - Geography of course - in less than 24 hours) but all I can think of is how much I want to blog. I'm experiencing a moment of candour and the only form of technology currently available to me is a calculator. Go figure. I'll be home soooon :) . Alright, I'm jumping off Cloud 9 now. So yeah, where was I? Advantages of rail transport...

Random moments of candour

So whilst I was in school, I kept having random 'moments of candour' . Like I'd just be sitting there and all of a sudden I'd feel a sudden strong urge to write. Basically, over my five-month stay in school, I did a lot of scribbling here and there, penning down my thoughts as randomly as they came, with the hope of blogging them once I had the chance to. So yeah, the next few, or not so few, blogs are in no particular order, and are stuff that I 'blogged' while away.

Still thinking of a title...

Small wonder. I found the attempt of a poem I wrote about a year ago as a submission to the Editorial Board of my school. Of course, I never submitted it. Note my sucky attempt at trying to rhyme. Here goes nothing...Literally :

" Hugs. That warm envelope that engulfs you when overcome by emotion.

  Inspired by wonder, nostalgia, joy, I cannot grasp its notion. 

  So powerful a tool of communication, just one can speak volumes.

  To try and fathom the feelings they convey, I tell you friend is no use.

   I love you, I miss you, I want you, I need you, all sayings balled up in one hug.

   The comfort this envelope offers you, I daresay is more than that of a rug.

   It means so much to a fellow man when you decide to give one

   So bright the aura it gives off, it almost competes with the sun.

   A smile, a laugh, a tear, a pat are nothing a hug compared to.

   Because with hugs its easy to say basically anything all the way through.

   So give someone a hug today, to portray that feeling inside.

   A big bear hug be ready to give, just open your arms up wide."

   The End.

Wow. That's obviously too much premium placed on a hug eh. Talk about emotional.

"For every person who has put you down and filled your life with pain
 you must strive to achieve greatness and show them you can win.
 For every disappointment, for the times you are let down,
 there will be a better moment and your life will turn around.
 Because everyone feels heartache, and everyone feels pain
 but only those who have true courage can get up and try again."


The above is an excerpt of a poem I came across and I just HAD to write it down because it jumped out at me. Mainly because I can relate. The poem was written by a teenager. Maybe that's why I feel like I can relate. Go figure. These sentences, though few, have so much depth. And it encourages me to move, to strive, to win. So this one's to all who hurt me or caused me pain in some way or the other. You only made me stronger. And I'm winning this. In your honor. :)

This song though. It's everything I feel about my Maker all balled up in four minutes and forty seconds.
http://www.4shared.com/mp3/oNgBHaYgba/Our_God_-_Micah_Stampley.htm

Please Mr. President

I stand in place of all the other youth who have had it up to their necks with the demons 'Bribery' and 'Corruption' which are plaguing our land to say: "Please Mr. President, do something !"
Because you see, we as youth are all stakeholders of this country.
That is our future you're messing with yo ! I know of a time when the mantle of running our great nation will be handed over to us.
And that time, Mr President, that time is coming soon.
Let's look at it like this. Ghana is like bread. The demons I talk of are like mice. Mice that are gobbling up the bread (not forgetting the Spread of Lies that is supplementary to their meal) leaving crumbs for us to sweep up when its our turn.
What we have with this country for the most part as youth is a hate-love affair.
We hate to but we love our country. There is inevitable inheritance looming in the corridors of the near future.
Yes Mr. President, just in case you forgot, it is us as youth that are going to inherit this Motherland. And at this rate, not only will we be sweeping crumbs but crying out for more bread to eat. God should forbid that.
So please Mr. President, do something. Call in the exterminators. Employ the exorcists. Do whatever it takes!
Because these rats/demons/ however we'd like to call them are leaving us as youth with just an iota of hope for a so-called 'Better Ghana'.
You say you're doing your best. That everything will work out.
Please Mr. President. Step up your game.

Home Truths

  :') I just HAD to put this up

Haha ain't that the truth !

 I try.. :)

... I can relate. But hey , there's only two reasons you meet people. Either they're a blessing or a lesson. I've had a slice of both :)



Pictures tell a beautiful, beautiful story.

It feels good to have yet another shot at life. I thank God for His mercies. Anyway so I'm about to get on the treadmill and I'm trying to make a playlist on the laptop when I see a folder of pictures for my sister . I've never seen it before so curiosity gets the better part of me and I open it. Turns out, there are so many amazing pictures in there. More than a number I can relate to. I should blog a few, just to re-emphasize my thoughts.. Yeah, I'll do that.

Who He Says I Am

I may be a lot of things; everybody's entitled to their opinion about me.
But here's the opinion that matters most..
Here's who He says I am.
To Him, I am a special treasure. (Malachi 3:17)
He reiterates that in Isaiah 43:4 where He calls me precious.
That alone is enough to make a girl feel special. But guess what ?
There's more.
To Him, I am worth dying for. (John 3:16)
To Him, I am destined for greatness. (Jeremiah 29:11)
To Him, I am fearfully and wonderfully made. (Psalm 139:14)
To Him, I am more than a conqueror (Romans 8:37)
To Him, I am a new creation (2 Corinthians 5:17)
To Him, I am an heir to the Throne (Galatians 4:7)
To Him, I am a citizen of Heaven (Philippians 3:20)
To Him, I am royal and chosen (I Peter 2:9)
There's so much more about who He says I am. In His Word.
Who He says WE are.
And if God's opinion is anything to go by, then I love who I am.
I just have to believe who He says I am because that is who He made me to be.
So think what you want, but ultimately I am who He says I am.

What Perfect Feels Like

Okay so there's this girl. She goes by the name Perfect.
Everybody's heard of her. Except nobody knows what she feels like.
People try to be her; ha, people even THINK they're her.
But you see, Perfect does not exist. She's make-believe.
There is however an epitome of this very girl.
A certain Guy. That Guy is Perfect.
Everybody else ? Nope.
Nobody's Perfect.
Know why ? Because there's this guy. He goes by the name Flaw.
Unlike Perfect, everybody knows what he feels like.
Like it or not, everybody has him. He's ever-present in everybody's character.
Except of course, Perfect.
See Perfect and Flaw don't work in tandem.
If you're Perfect, you don't have [a] Flaw. If you have [a] Flaw, you're not Perfect.
Since Everybody has a Flaw then Nobody's Perfect. Right ? Right.

Cutting all the gibberish, what I'm saying plainly is this:
I don't know what perfect feels like. I wonder sometimes though.
But I know I'll never be perfect. Chances are, you'll never be perfect too.
But just in case you happen to know what perfect feels like, can you fill me in please ?
Till then though, it'll always be a mystery what Perfect feels like.

Okay so I should have said this earlier, but this is the most appropriate way I have, to vent. And yes, I'm using a pseudonym (Jen Dee. I hope to God none of the people I know figure it out !) I'm too chicken to do otherwise. But just for the record, this blog is my tabula rasa. There's no fixed pattern to it. I just write as I go. The first few posts have the same date because well I wrote them down on paper initially, and then I just decided to blog them. Its funny how I write as if for public scrutiny. I don't intend to inform anyone of this blog. Ha. But you never know. Someone might stumble upon it. One day. If you're reading this, then Oi Matey , you found my treasure ! :) Aargh, you're a meticulous pirate. Haha.

And The Walls Came Tumbling Down...

This piece is the lovechild of Mr. Betrayal and Ms. Regret

Dear 'friends',

         You all have a part to play in my unhappiness. How does that make you feel ? I let you in and you let me down. That's perfidy right there. I can't remember what a 'straight from the belly' laugh feels like. I had a wall all around my heart, a wall resembling The Great Wall Of China. Said wall came tumbling down when I made the decision to care. To trust. But you see, that was my mistake.

         I should have never have had it broken down in the first place. Shame on me. It all started with a few chips here and there. And then there was hammering; hammering so hard, walls weren't only broken, but hearts punctured too. And so here I stand, in the middle of nowhere. Surrounded by the debris which was once the foundation of the wall which guarded my heart. Alone, confused, full of regret...

        I should never have had these walls broken down. But hey, no use crying over spilled milk. I've had a trip to the land of pain and loneliness. I'm back now and guess what I brought back with me ? Its National Anthem. It goes like this : "BUILD THAT WALL BACK UP NOW ! Before your heart goes limp with lifelessness" I'd be a fool not to learn that song.

        And so I build. Little by little, I build. You visit the construction site of my heart and you're met with 'KEEP OFF; WALL UNDER CONSTRUCTION' inscribed across its gate. Yup. My heart is off limits. If you didn't get the chance to poke a hole in it, c'est la vie. Because now, should you try to poke, you'll be met with stone. That's what you left me with. A heart of stone. Point is, you'd have to saw through my heart to hurt my feelings again.

   

So all the best, you enemy called friendship. All the very best.