Say this silent prayer before bed 🔥
Lord, Show me how good it can get, Surprise me with opportunities I never expected.
Connect me with people I never knew I needed, Take me into rooms I could never ever enter on my own.
Give me the courage to leave survival mode and believe better days are possible. I release every fear that keeps me attached to struggle and I declare that my past will not interfere with my future and fear will not stop me.
Let me walk in your image. Amen 🙏
i just read someone say “historically, men never provided for women, they simply restricted women from providing for themselves” and i haven't stopped thinking about it since.
The lives of 'ordinary' Ghanaians must mean something in this country. They really must.
13 people perished in a ghastly accident this morning. A fifteen year old child has lost both legs. And across official Ghana, it is business as usual. There has been little to no reaction from government.
Elsewhere in the world, when tragedies of this scale occur, political leaders fall over themselves to respond with statements upon statements extending condolences to victims, survivors and their families. There is a visible, human acknowledgment that something terrible has happened. Our politicians cannot be bothered, and that is putting it generously. Not even for the optics.
We all know, of course, that if a politician had died in similar circumstances, even in the course of their private lives, the national response would be remarkably different. You would feel it. The flags, the tributes, the solemn announcements. Thisvcountry would pause. 13 ordinary people died this morning, and the country has not paused.
13 people. Mothers. Fathers. Children. Breadwinners. Everyday people, just like you and I, who left their homes this morning for work, for school, for the hospital, for whatever reason life demanded of them that day. They are gone. In one fell swoop. And the numbers may yet rise.
It could be any of us. We all leave our homes every single day. We all make that same journey.
The lives of ordinary Ghanaians must mean something. It is long past time this country started acting like they do.
A child who memorizes a psalm at age 7 might not understand it.
But at seventeen, in the middle of the night, when the world is pressing in and he doesn't know what to do, the words might surface at the precise moment he needs them. They will be there because you put them there.
This is the work of a parent. You are planting things for your children that might not bloom for a decade (or more). Scripture, poetry, the great speeches of greater men.
The heavy duty vehicles in Ghana do just about anything they want on the road. Drive above the speed limit, don’t secure their cargo well, drive on roads they’re not supposed to be on. They’re allowed to because the police is busy waiting to ask you in your Honda Civic for “something small for the boys”
This guy is single handedly representing Ghana in a sport we don’t even hear about and I’ve seen nary a news outlet give him 2 minutes of coverage. He’s self-sponsored & gives his all but we don’t even appreciate him. I’m gonna start following his every activity. Congrats Trey.
Double standards don't exist, but...
"You're a girl" is a reprimand.
"He's a boy" is an excuse.
"She was drunk" makes it worse.
"He was drunk" makes it understandable.
"She puts her career first is aflaw.
"He puts his career first" is ambition.
"She's 40" means "already"
"Heis 40° means "only."
learn to go where wealthy people go. you don’t have to spend like them, you just have to stop feeling like you don’t belong there.
i remember when i couldn’t afford the lifestyle i wanted yet.
every friday evening, i’d walk into a high end hotel lobby, order one coffee, sit in the same corner and open my laptop like i belonged there. nobody knew i was going back to a small brokie apartment after 😂 all they saw was someone comfortable in that environment. week after week, something changed.
i stopped feeling like an outsider. i studied how people spoke, how they carried themselves, how deals were discussed and how confidence looked in real life.
one night, a man approached me cos he assumed i was a regular. that conversation opened a door to an opportunity i wasn’t qualified for on paper but i carried myself like i was. do you know that months later, my reality caught up with that environment i had been exposing myself to. nothing magical happened. i simply stopped seeing that world as theirs and started seeing it as a place i belonged too
i will repeat this again;
if you spend all day at a fish market, you’ll leave smelling like fish even if you never touched one but spend your day in a perfume shop and you’ll carry the scent even if you didn’t buy anything, that’s how environment works. it rubs off, whether you realize it or not. the scent of your environment will always follow you.
wealth starts with familiarity before it starts with money. your mind has to accept a reality before ur life can build it. learn something, buena suerte.