Category: Personal


If you are like me,then you are a sucker for To-Do-Lists.I make a list for everything.It really helps me organise my life especially when I have a lot of stuff to do.It helps me a great deal with balance.

But here is the downside.My list is always so overwhelming.So long.I have never ever ticked everything on my To-Do-List but I do it everytime.At other times,I try to stick to the list and I end up getting worked up that I feel like I don’t even get time and chance to breathe.

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There must be a problem.

Here it what I discovered :

My List is always unrealistic : I try to put everything on it even task I cannot accomplish within a day.

I do the easy ones first instead of the neccessary one first.

I beat myself up if I am not able to cancel everything on the list.

I don’t allocate time to the activities on the list.

I don’t reward myself when I cancel out stuff on my list.

I hope to work on this..

How do your manage your To-Do-List? How do you stick to your list and still get some time to breathe.Do Share your personal tips 🙂

I haven’t seen my mother in about 10 years and I am really looking forward to a big reunion soon 🙂

Technology makes communication very easy for me to connect with her.We are both on Skype,she is on facebook a lot,we both have whatapp and we have emailed each other a couple of times.

If you have been raised by an African parent,you will understand that respect in communicating with them is KEY!.You can’t talk to your parent anyhow.Before you open your mouth you have to think twice about your words,the tone and even the gestures you are going to use.

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You might just earn a nice slap or the worse can happen to you .If you say something like,’What is wrong with you,Dad?’..as we mostly hear children say to the parents in these western movies.

I recently had an experience while chatting with my mother on whatapp.She asked me a question and I just typed the answer.It was when she didn’t reply that I went back to the chat to examine a few things.

What I said was not impolite but when you are texting someone,because they don’t get the tone you are using your responses might even come across as rude.I later apologised to her and thankfully my mother is the forgiving type.

Here are some things you should never say to your AFRICAN parent.No matter where you grew up.
Even if your see the children in the Western movies do it…DON’T TRY IT AT HOME.

‘I hate you’.. (You will be sent packing before sun down)

‘How could you do this?’… (your neighbours will have to come and beg your dad not to give you a fifth slap)

‘You are so mean'(That is it..you will be disowned)

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My National Service experience was very rich.I will tell you more about it in other posts.

This is how I lost the lunch of 68 overly excited kids.

On the day of their very first school excursion,the other teachers and I squeezed the kids in a bus.We all couldn’t get in so a couple of the kids and I followed in a taxi.I packed their lunch in the taxi as well.

We arrived at the Kwame Nkrumah Mausoleum and got down from the taxi to join the others.As we organised the kids in a queue to pay and enter the premises.I realised something.

THE TAXI HAD DRIVEN OFF WITH THE LUNCH AT THE TRUNK OF HIS CAR.

The smile on my face quickly disappeared.How could have been so careless? How am I going to feed 68 kids?I have never been so anxious in my life.

I asked the other teachers to start the tour with them while I figure out what to do.They were so excited,I didn’t want them to know I had lost their lunch.(they were jumping up and down,I wonder if they would have cared so much)

I walked out to the gate praying and hoping that the driver would return the lunch.

Minutes went by.No sign off him.I kept pacing and wondering if I did the right thing by bringing them here in the first place.I should have just let them stay in school.

I hate to admit this and I am not really a cry baby but I did shed a few tears.How could I have been so careless?

I kept praying but I gave up at a point and decided to figure out a plan B I never prepared for.

There were a few women selling food around and just when I was walking to them to see if I could order some food,someone showed up.The driver!

I could have given this stranger a big hug but I don’t think he would have been so comfortable.

According to him,the next person who stopped him wanted to go to Kasoa.(that is far from the mausoleum).Apparently,she had stuff to put in the trunk and that was when he saw our stuff.

After the Mausoleum,we had lunch at the Efua Sutherland park.Being able to put a smile on the faces of these kids who had never been outside the walls of their deprived school was the most AMAZING feeling.I won’t trade this experience for anything.

God answered my prayers when I needed it the most.He came through for me 🙂

The excursion was sponsored by pass-a-book-on.read more about the initiative here www.pass-a-book-on.blogspot.com

And never ever forget your stuff in a taxi 🙂

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One morning,my little sister came to me while I was brushing my teeth and asked me if she could wear one of my shoes to school. Her request suddenly grabbed my attention because we don’t share shoes.Although we had recently discovered we wear the same shoe size.

The shoes she wanted were new but that was not why I didn’t want to give them to her.I knew she had enough to  wear at least three different shoes a week.

I took her to our ‘shoe room’ where we have a shoe rack that stands taller than both of us. After asking her to count all the shoes she had, we were both suprised that she had 13 pairs of shoes.

Apparently,she had a problem with all thirteen.That is when I knew there was a problem.Like any big sister will do,I quickly cooked up a gratitude speech to deliver.

I had to remind her that there are lots of kids out there who dont even have a pair.She had thirteen and she didn’t like any of them.

Somehow my little speech  had an impact and she cried.

This story is not just about a teenager wanting more things, it is about an attitude of gratitude we all have to practise everyday.It doesn’t just end at saying a ‘thank you’.

It is more than that. It is an everyday consciousness of gratefulness for what you already have.