The last few days have been exciting. I’ve been learning something new but not in your conventional classroom. One step out of many on my way to… Read more “The Stuck Generation that Could”
Recently, I found myself reading the forty sixth psalm. The first line sounded normal enough.
On Monday, a domestic emergency arose. We needed rice badly. But not just any rice. We needed Ghana Rice even though a bag of imported rice sits in the storeroom.
Perhaps you have, at one time or another, felt that even though you messed up, you were still misunderstood. And that the consequences did not fit the crime because it was for the wrong crime that you were being punished. And sometimes, we wish to be able to explain and extricate ourselves from the messy situation. But then that would bring in other parties we’ve sworn to protect with our silence.
I know you, don’t I? Have we met before? ’Cause I feel I’ve always known you And we’ve been old friends You’ve been waiting for me,… Read more “2016”