A LETTER TO A NEW HUSBAND

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Dear Mr. New Husband,

First of all, congratulations on your wedding. You made a good choice. Solace is a great girl and I am sure that if you prove to be the right partner, she will make you very happy.

My dear Mr. New Husband, you asked me to give you some tit bits on how to make a success of your marriage. You said you wanted nothing less than a fantastic marriage. And you asked if I could give you any ideas for becoming the best husband alive.

Well, first of all, you cannot become the best husband alive. That is not possible. To pick the best husband alive, we will have to make the contestants marry the same girl at the same time and live under the same circumstances because only then can we judge which of them is the best. But as you can see, it is…

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THIS MOMENT

This moment  of realization
This moment of craving
This moment of desperate longing
For the one thing I can’t touch

I long to forget  about
Nothing
Everything
Somethings
BUT I CANNOT!

 

Because, this moment
Is meant to be felt.

Turning around I look at the world,
I look at myself,
I long to explore  my inner self.
But this moment
It’s a stumbling block.

Finally ….

The tears start to fall.
Everything within me, poured…
Out in confusion.

Words of no meaning swim around in my head.
A cacophony of voices
Telling me what to do
And what not to do.

But at the end of this story,
I stand still in this moment
Alone with my thoughts.

ESSY

For Mr. Nana Sakyi Yaw Amfo Sackey.

WHAT YOU DID

YOU made me
YOU created me
YOU formed me
YOU breathed into me

YOU called me by name
YOU called me special
YOU singled me out
YOU called me yours

I sat down to wonder
I asked questions
I don’t find answers but
I am content

I know you had a purpose
I know I have to get there
I know I will make you proud and exceed your expectations.

ONLY BY YOUR GRACE.

ESSY

PAIN

Apparently,
It’s only temporary
But I find myself being a missionary
In this strange journey.

Apparently,
It’s just a phenomenon
A figment of my imagination
Something to be ignored.

Apparently,
Everyone’s been there, than that,
Who am I to be bored?

Apparently,
It’s supposed to teach me
Lead me
And not control me

But guess what?

My pain is mine.
Mine to deal with
Mine to feel
Mine to embrace
Mine to decide when I want to leave it.

Yes, yours is to advice
And supervise

But, mine is not to comply,
Mine is to evaluate, decide

But how to deal with my pain… is solely mine.

 ESSY

Inner Voice

As invisible as you may be,

you are still very real to me.

Our conversations, when I’m in distress,

are great in taking my mind of the mess.

Our whispering sessions, are the best

though the gossip’s got to rest.

My personal creation,

my own innovation.

Some may say, “she’s talking to herself” and laugh or chuckle

But I know for sure you that we’re the closest since you’re my buckle.

                                                                                                                                      ESSY

Unique Not Different

A few days ago my sister, who is at that stage in a person’s life where almost everything that happens around her will shape her perceptions about life, was feeling very unhappy and was close to tears. I approached her and asked her what the problem was. With a teary eye and slightly croaky voice she whispered “She said I am not normal.” Apparently, someone, in their quest to insult her had told her that she was not normal.

I sat down staring at her now tear stained face for a while, wondering what to tell her to help lighten her mood. I thought for a while and finally figured what to say. “So why are you crying?” I asked. “Don’t you know she has insulted me” she replied. “Well, it is not really an insult. She was just telling you how unique you are but she just didn’t know it. Next time when someone tells you that you are not normal, or not correct, remember that they are saying how unique you are and not insulting you.” I told this to my sister without really realizing the impact of what I had said. I didn’t know the impact I had made on her until much later when I sat down and remembered the incident.

This incident taught me a huge lesson. In our day to day interactions with people, they will say things which may hurt us, or bring us down or even move us to tears. However the effects anything will have on an individual will depend solely on their perspective. My sister made her situation affect her. She did not think about the words the person said critically before reacting. Sure, we are not normal but who cares? You are unique, you are exceptional. You were fearfully and wonderfully made and that’s all that matters.

It is high time we taught our children, friends, siblings and everyone in general how to love and respect themselves. We have to teach them to be positive and to see themselves as who God sees them to be. We are all fearfully and wonderfully made by God. He took his time to make you and me. He created you and gave you many special abilities. Therefore you are unique, you are not weird or inhuman, you are really outstanding and you need to learn to accept that about yourself.

As always, this is my opinion, expressed and not suppressed.

ESSY

 

The Prayer

The prayer I said was one of desperation.

The prayer I said was one filled with anguish.

The prayer I said was one filled with sorrow.

The prayer I said was bottled with emotion.

 

The prayer I said was one no one would understand.

The prayer I said was one without sound.

The prayer I said was one filled with a longing.

The prayer I said was one I filled with my tears.

 

My prayer was not meant to harm.

My prayer was my own form of fighting back.

My prayer was meant to appease my wondering soul.

My prayer was meant to purge my broken heart.

Essy

INSPIRATION

A feeling

A calling

A sudden Inkling.

 

An itching of hands

An urge to create

An urgent longing.

 

The sound of an Idea

The sweet sweet smell of a new creation

 

I smile, my tools smile, the paper grins widely.

 

My hands begin to move in tune with the flow of my thoughts.

The choreography of the letters being born is enough to calm the most turbulent of storms.

 

Finally, the 100 dollar piece of everything and nothing comes alive.

The writer smiles.

Satisfied!

                                        ESSY

Father’s Day

Here Is A Father’s Day Rant From Me….

On father’s day, I decided to take a glance on some social media platforms and imagine my surprise. I was expecting a flood of happy father’s day posts and several sincerely adorable pictures of fathers with their children as had been the case on mother’s day. Well I was DISSAPOINTED.

Now please do not get me wrong, I am not a big fan of people openly displaying affection (whether false or true) on social media. However, I strongly feel that fathers are not getting a lot of appreciation. Fine, I can hear some of you say that well he did not carry the child for nine months or endure the pain of childbirth. Guess what, some women did but are not even mothering the children.

Some men deserve a big thumbs up for all their efforts. They are not only fathers but they are the best dads ever. They are there with their wives every step of the way. They love their children more than life and stick with them all the way. Why do mothers have to get all the praise all the time just because of the physical pain. How about the single fathers who have to work odd hours just to take care of their children? How about all the men who genuinly have the intersest of their families at heart and will go through whatever it takes to make sure they are safe? I am not trying to belittle the efforts of our wonderful mothers I am just saying that we should all stop this behaviour of celebrating mums and ignoring dads.

Fathers are special. They are very important and so they deserve to be honoured. Just because one man did you wrong and probably left you miserable for a while does not mean that all men are the same. There still are men who will cook for you, do the dishes, take care of the children and comfort their families in general, while keeping their busy job schedules. There still are men who will do all these things and more and that does not mean they are “sissys” they are men, they are fathers, they are DADS and that’s what they do.

So please, the next time we celebrate father’s day, lets hail our fathers, lets make a lot of noise about them. Lets celebrate them not only on social media but in real life. Infact don’t wait till it’s father’s day. CELEBRATE YOUR FATHER TODAY!!!

Once again, this is my opinion expressed and not suppressed.

ESSY