WHISPERS OF INSPIRATION

We were taught several years ago to speak the truth always. We were told not to lie but to be honest and eschew every falsehood. It worked for me then or should say I obeyed, perhaps because of the stammering defect with a slower speech rate manifesting in me. But I listened more. Growing up, however, we learned subtly and sometimes through the hard way that not all truths should be told'. I mean you are constantly reminded that some truths are better left unspoken or it is not always necessary to repeat something even though it is true. It might be because of some of these truths that's why we have some oath of secrecy being sworn by the very people we trust to take care of us. But come to think of it, why on earth would those we trust with huge responsibilities take the oath of secrecy? Are there some secret truths that we are not allowed to know? And are these oaths supposed to prevent us from knowing the REAL truth? Then what becomes of the oaths they make to us, t

The affection in arrivals is expressed by some delightful hugs and excitement in seeing each other dotted with some storylines and jokes of old. We see shy, silent or loud tears accentuating moments of departures too. It is not difficult to locate vital notes in the arrival or departure halls at the airport, seaports, at the train stations, lorry stations or even in the maternity or mortuary wards. But in the different phases and intricate paths of this journey, It's a fact, that one's arrival here today means their departure from another scene. Essentially, in our departure from our rest stops from the night, we have arrived again in this plane of another day. And in between our movements and maneuvers, and through these transitions of our transmission, let's be mindful of what we do in the space between our entry and exit of this day. Sometimes the temptation to give in to our greedy creeds is what is leading us to deadly ends. Our inability to predict the happen

Reflecting on how these birds feed and cloth themselves, I still can't phantom how they survive in the wild. It still amazes me how we still wake to meet this new day with new hope. Sometimes it's interesting how we manage to survive through these tides of testaments. And although we may express delight in how far we have come, we have a duty to acknowledge whoever contributed to helping us reach this milestone. This is the more reason why in every age and stage, we have to remember the one who helped quenched our thirst with a cup of water. Wherever you are at the moment, please never forget whoever loved you when you were a child. Never forget the one who blessed you with the gift of life. Never forget the one who taught you how to walk and talk. Never forget the one who still guides your steps and looks out for you. Even if you forget, do remember the one who watches over you every day and night. Remember the one who cared to wake you up every morning.  Remember y

I may not know all your challenges, Neither would I pretend I know or understand your story and your situation, but in spite of what you are, someone out there still admires you. I  mean: Somebody still appreciates the support you gave them yesterday. Somebody values your kind words of counsel & treasures them. Somebody likes your spirit and cannot wait to see you come around or progress. Somebody loves you for who you are. Somebody thinks of you and still cares. Somebody is alive because of you. Somebody believes in your ability. Somebody remembers you and wishes you were there. Just in case you have forgotten, kindly be reminded that: Someone out there wants to be forgiven. Someone wishes things didn't have to change. Some want to be your friend. Someone is hoping they could grow old with you. Someone hears a song, sound, tune or voice that reminds them of you. Someone misses you and desires to connect with you. Someone dreams of you and wants you to know how

It happened that among a group of young people smiling heartily, there was this friend who had a stale smile, although he looked a bit cheerful. The other day, I saw this middle-aged man, walking down the road, whom I greeted. But from the way, he responded with a somber smile I had this strange feeling within me all wasn't well. There's a good friend whom I overheard at dawn weeping in his prayer to God. I  was apparently supposed to passed information to him before traveling to Accra. It occurred to me then that a lot of people are also shedding copious tears because of their peculiar conditions or the betrayals or disappointment they suffered. Some are shedding tears over their sickness, failures and for the seemingly nonprogressive life path, they found themselves on. It is somehow revealing to know that some people wear well-rehearsed smiles to get going and to hide their peculiar battles. In fact, one doesn't need a degree or a special certificate in the rudiment

Wake up to live this endless possibility. Wake up to relish the power within you. Wake up to the truth that you are more than you might even know. As you walk into this new day with vigour, Row your boat gently down the stream. Paddle your boat merrily into the day. Set your boat on sail along with the tides of hope, because you are the Captain of your boat. Move your boat with optimism because the Lord is your anchor. As captains do in ships, kindly take control of your life and keep a constant motion. Let your motion be gentle and not forceful. I mean keep paddling your boat steadily and flow soothingly along the streams of consciousness. Since life is but an opportune dream of missions in the many moments of linkages, let's keep a wakeful watch in this walk, even as we wear a cheerful smile. In all the happenings today, please remember, life is a passing dream, so don't fight the reality with your own interpretation or get stressed with your current circumstances

In the Mile of a Day I remember The smiles in miles, Which compared with the streaks of sweat. But in every season there's still a reason to Still kiss the smile of memories. There might be a genuine cloud of doubt, And an earnest desire to know why it is so, But walking in the landmine of thoughts Burdened with heavy pregnant questions, Things still happen the way they do, Without regard to our feelings. Yes! A lot will still happen in this space, But are we to be deterred to lose the locus of our focus? Or are we required to stay awake and be eternally vigilant? Even so, how cautiously careful can we be careful to be carefree? Although we cannot avoid every happening, we must be mindful of our powers, capabilities and frailties. As human beings, whatever happens on this journey, please choose kindness over drama; and selflessness over selfishness. In fact, when we choose calmness over anxiety; or generosity over meanness; When we choose forgiveness over stubborn