WHISPERS OF INSPIRATION

I had a festering sore which I got from our play ground as a kid. I hid it from my mother just trying to avoid the pains of the hot water being used to dress the wounds. Some days later, I felt uneasy with the aches of the wounds, while the house flies seriously worried me. So my mother noticed my funny limping walks and asked what ’ s wrong with me. I couldn't utter a word but she saw me trying to drive the stubborn flies away and surmise that I had a sore. Hmmm! The trouble I went through to get the sore healed was not a pleasant one though but I am happy the wound healed and I can now walk freely. The scares are only there to remind me of these episodes, and drive home the idea that though inevitable reform and discipline helps a lot.   From the fallout of Anas Aremeyaw Anas' exposure of corruption in our judiciary; from the   arguments for or   against; from the   statements and injunctions on whether to show or not to show the footage, could...

Remember O! remember who you're man. Remember that time and hour is fleeting but God alone is constant. We live in a world of challenges, trials, trivialities and tribulations but remember who you are. Remember that it's for your good that the Prophets of old, Jesus Christ and all the good or bad people who came to this world. Remember that it's by grace that we all live and God doesn't owe us anything but just loves you. Remember where you were yesterday and how you've got here today, and give thanks to whoever gratitude is due. Remember your roots and your collaborators, and be mindful that people are part of the design to get you where God intends to get you. Remember to keep things in their right perspective as you listen to good reason or that true voice in your heart. Remember that the whole world is under the sway of evil, but God is mighty and able to deliver. Remember, that great and marvelous are the works of the Lord and that greater is h...

Kponkpa is a cocoa growing village made up of over 20 hamlets. The feeder road linking the village to the main town was nothing to write home about, although it's occasionally graded by contractors. It is true most of the farms of the people of the main town were located on the Kponkpa road but we're the same people throwing rubbish on sections of the road. In fact, I was one of the culprits who contributed in making the huge refuse on that side of the Kponkpa road. This is just to tell you how we somehow disregarded the people of Kponkpa and also the vital socioeconomic role the village played in the lives of the townsfolk. Their very farm produce, which forms over 80% of our market wares was  what the so-called busy working class bought at a song and yet we still didn't regard them much. This was because we're quick to tell them they're more villagers than us. Can you imagine the impudence of villagers in town calling others villagers? But a week ...

Is power the source of your greatness? Is material wealth the measure of your greatness? Is your ability to command many people the source of your greatness? Are riches the source of your greatness? Is greatness about the fearful feeling your name or titles evoke? Or is greatness about our being special than others or being more beautiful or handsome than others? Is greatness about one being more intelligent or wise than others? So what does it mean to be great at all? In my search of what constitutes greatness, I see Jesus Christ's SIMPLICITY, HUMILITY GENTLENESS, LOVE, RESPECT, TRUSTFULNESS and KINDNESS as the model for greatness. Though the world measure our success or greatness by the amount of riches, wealth, power, investments, intelligence or the influence one has, I realised God in his love for us and through His grace and mercy deposits in all of us rich seeds of greatness. These are manifested in our special talents, gifts and abilities. Lik...