I HAVE A GREAT FRIEND IN YOU. 20.03 — therealetsey

This dawn, I had a rather surreal mind journey with legendary American gospel singer, award-winning songwriter, arranger, record producer, pastor, a man who has been referred to as “father of modern day gospel music,” a true music sensation and piano maestro (although he never learnt or read about it), Andrae Crouch. I had to fall […]

via I HAVE A GREAT FRIEND IN YOU. 20.03 — therealetsey

This post just humbles me, encourages me makes my day every time I read it. Thank you Estey. My second best birthday gift this year. XXX

How to Search for a Job in Ghana

You’ve finally graduated university. All praise to God who has shown you  such mercy. Now you too wield a certificate, the ultimate weapon of survival in this our economy. It doesn’t matter that you had Third class; we all know the hustle you went through to get to where you are. Shame on all the witches in your family who made that particular lecturer refer you twice, *onyame entua omu ka and may  God forbid that their children get to your level in life.

            Now you need a job. Yes. But not just any kind of job; you need one that befits your qualification. One that has many zeros at the end of the first two digits, and entitles you to a car and even a house in your first three months. Only the Ghanaian God can provide this and that is why you will pray to him, and pay your tithes dutifully, but the Ghanaian God can only help they who help themselves. So *Bra, listen very carefully.

            There are two ways by which you can secure this kind of job. The first is by protocol, you know, what we locally refer to as whom- you- know. This method requires you to have “connections”. Now is the time to dig out the numbers of very important people you know or can draw the faintest line of consanguinity to. Call your mother’s step- sister’s husband’s nephew, that one who is the Finance Minister’s assistant. Tell him how sorry you are about the death of his wife, whose funeral you were unable to attend two years ago. Explain your present situation to him, and tell him how you would appreciate his help.

May God forbid that he refuses you, or that he points out how unrelated your third class degree in animal husbandry is to finance. If he does that, quickly remind him of stories you heard about how he funded that grand funeral for his wife, stories of embezzling or some bad dealing. Stories like that are bound to work miracles, there’s always something under the rug.

            Or you can go to your local Assembly Man. Congratulate him on his election into office. They say one good turn deserves another; remind him of your parents’ generous contributions to his campaign for office. Don’t forget to highlight how instrumental you were in the in the campaign process. Remind him of how you sacrificed sleep to supervise the area boys gluing his posters on people’s walls in the middle of the night.

Now tell him what you want, and be sure to add that you are willing to do anything and everything so long as it’s in his office. Ehhn you are selfless like that. If you do not cut it as a member of one of the numerous committees in the assembly, it is not a problem. Tell him you can be his P.A’s P.A, or the carrier of newspapers from the security stand to the office, or  an expert coffee maker. You are very willing to serve. You’re even more patriotic than Kwame Nkrumah!

 To be continued…

*Bra- local slang for Brother

*onyame entua omu ka- May God pay them back in their own coin

P.S. I wrote this in 2010 I think; when I was so addicted to Elnathan John’s series lol.

WITH YOU

You know those times when You feel the world has walked You out
And You really want to believe in You but all You do is doubt
You know those times when You feel every whisper at Your back
Is yet another person jeering at You
And You keep wondering why but as always, You still have no clue
Those times when You look up and there’s only darkness in view
Those times… I’m there… right there with You

You know those times when You really want to try
But all You can do is break down and cry
You know those times when Your soul aches and Your heart breaks
And Your whole world is rocked by thunderstorms and earthquakes
Those times when Your best of friends bid You goodbye
And even Your strongest efforts crumble before You like apple pie
Those times… I’m there… right there with You

You know, i really know how You feel
I know its hard and I know You’re scared, but please believe I’m real
Believe I exist, trust that I live in You
Please allow me to help You keep the heavens in view
Believe I’m around even when I do not speak or when my words are few
Trust me, I’m here only because of you… please believe me, it is true
Believe I’ll always be there…Believe I am here…and forever will be, just for You.

SHALL WE HAVE A TOAST?

Shall we have a toast?

To  the times when we shared smiles

To the motivation that helped us cross miles

Shall we have a toast?

To your gain of better bargain

and the shock of the sad manifestation of our fears

Say cheers to all the tears,

let’s celebrate the reality this truth bears

Shall we have a toast?

To the many times I hurt but did not show

To the many secrets you thought I should not know

To the many nights I cried myself to sleep

and the days I smiled because I was too tired to weep

Shall we have a toast?

To the many mysteries life will each day unfold

To the glories tomorrow may hold

To the repercussions of yesterdays actions today

and the sweet-sour memories locked up for yet another day

Shall we have a toast?

a toast with broken glasses

symbols of our hearts once broken in the past

evidence of unhealed wounds soon to turn scars

of dreams, plans now covered with dust

Let’s have a toast shall we?

Let’s celebrate the humble fragility

of our egocentric humanity

and ladies, gentlemen, my dears;

join me take a sip after I have said

Cheers!