It is louder than we think

Appears farther than we see

But we always choose to ignore

Always take for granted the core


Attempting to understand ourselves,

We stumble rise and fall.

Still ignoring the problem,

We begin to explore.


Our wandering minds proceed on a journey,

A journey of discovery.

Still dodging the core,

We avoid what is in store.



Then reality hits

Life captures us

It raptures and plunges our hearts in despair,

forcing us to realize the problem.



Struggling to get through it begins.

We decide to follow the signs,

They land us at the crossroads,

And set our hearts on fire.


Finally we get a grip

We get a hold on ourselves.

We long to get back to the beginning

To know that pain will be no more


At that point all’s been resolved.

We are back in one piece.




It lights up the world, warms up the heart.
It builds relationships, mends broken lives.
It demonstrates peace and echoes love.
It gives hope and ushers love into the minds of nations.
It is what many people look for.
All most people need.
Not a gift or an extravagant rendezvous
All they need from you, all the world needs from you
Is a smile, your smile.




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Dear Solace,

I have received your letter and I appreciate the feedback. I realize from your letter that you have an issue with the point I made that John, as your husband, cannot be your best friend. He will love to be but the truth is that he will come up short as your best friend. You said you did not agree that John could not be your best friend. I take that to mean that it is your deepest desire to have your husband as your best friend. I can understand that and I believe that John will also want to be your best friend but the fact is that he cannot be. He does not have what it takes to be your best friend. That point I made was not to relieve John of a responsibility; it was to save you from pain and disillusionment.

John needs to…

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Dear Solace,

I will never forget the way you looked on your wedding day. You looked radiant and lovely and almost perfect. And that smile you had on your face spoke volumes of your love for John, whose ring you were going to wear, and of your hope of a better and happier future. I will cherish that image of you in your wedding gown for the rest of my life and I pray that the reality of marriage will exceed your wildest imagination and expectations.

You asked me for insights that may help you make a success of your marriage. Well, John, your husband has also asked me for the same thing. I sent him his letter last week and I have asked him to share it with you and you are also to share yours with him.

Solace, I know you know that you married a man but…

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

I long to forget  about


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.


For Mr. Nana Sakyi Yaw Amfo Sackey.


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.




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

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

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

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.


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.


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.