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Motivation for 9th June #365DOI

We all have a few people in our lives who are like sandpaper to us; some are like an entire package of sandpaper. Believe it or not, God places them in our lives to smooth off our rough edges. We’re all like diamonds in the rough; we have something incredibly beautiful and valuable underneath the hard, crusty surface of our flesh. Joyce Meyer Says When God began to work spiritual maturity in her, He placed several people in her life who were extremely difficult for her to deal with. She thought they needed to change, but God wanted to use them to change her. We need to learn how to deal with all kinds of people and appreciate the ways they’re different from us.

From the book Closer to God Each Day

by Joyce Meyer

Uncried Tears

I have been unable to cry—
Two years have passed, and still,
I cannot grieve or wail,
Cannot pour my heart out into the emptiness.
Two years gone by, and still, I have not cried.

I sit alone,
Curling into myself,
Holding tight in a fragile embrace.
I sink so low, wishing I could release
The storm inside,
To set my spirit free.
But the tears do not come.
Not because I will them not—
But because they will not.

I pray for freedom
From these sad, terrible emotions,
This aching void that opened
When I lost you.
I do not know how long it will take
For release to come,
Do not know when or how
This grief will flee and free me.
But I pray it is soon.

I pray for my heart,
Tired and afraid to love,
Bruised and unable
To let anyone too close.
I just can’t.

I find myself searching,
Scrolling through her Instagram,
Praying to God she picks up the phone
And calls me.

These past two years,
I have lived in a delusion,
Wondering how she is,
If she thinks of me too,
If she feels as shattered as I do
On those long, empty days
When all I wish is to be near her.

I often wonder
If she waits for a call from me,
The way I wait for one from her.
But I do nothing but wonder—
I cannot find the courage to dial her number.

Not because I am a coward,
Or afraid to face what must be faced,
But because I do not know how to—
I have never felt such love,
Only to be cast aside,
Pushed away, lost.

And so I wait—
Hoping one day,
These tears will come,
And with them,
The release I so desperately seek.

Stay Away from the “Experts” #365DOI

So-called experts do more to shoot down people’s dreams than just about anybody else. Possibility thinkers are very reluctant to dismiss anything as impossible. Rocket pioneer Wernher von Braun said, “I have learned to use the word impossible with the
greatest of caution.” And Napoleon Bonaparte declared,
“The word impossible is not in my dictionary.” If you feel you must take the advice of an expert, however, then heed the words of John Andrew Holmes, who asserted, “Never tell a young person that something cannot be done. God may have been waiting centuries for somebody ignorant enough of the impossible to do that thing.” If you want to achieve something, give yourself permission to believe it is possible-no matter what experts might say.

From the book How Successful People Think

By John C. Maxwell

Learn Continually #365DOI

Big-picture thinkers are never satisfied with what they already know. They are always visiting new places, reading new books, meeting new people, learning new skills. And because of that practice, they often are able to connect the unconnected. They are lifelong learners.

From the book How Successful People Think

by J C Maxwell.

Let All Your Pieces Work Together #365DOI

A visionary company is like a great work of art. Think of Michelangelo’s scenes from Genesis on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel or his statue of David. Think of a great and enduring novel like Huckleberry Finn or Crime and Punishment. Think of Beethoven’s Ninth Symphony or Shakespeare’s Henry V. Think of a beautifully designed building, like the masterpieces of Frank Lloyd Wright or Ludwig Mies van der Rohe. You can’t point to any one single item that makes the whole thing work; it’s the entire work – all the pieces working together to create an overall effect-that leads to enduring greatness.

From the book Built to Last

by Jim Collins and Jerry Porras.

My Unfortunate Reality

I would love to spend on you. I so would love to.
But I can’t. I can’t spend on you because I have nothing. I can’t pick up my phone and call home for money like others do. I don’t have a bank account that is filled with money or a rich uncle or aunt who spoils me with kind. I’m struggling. Yes I am but I still put on a smiling face.
You may be surprised, or not. But that is my reality.

I look nothing like one who struggles to get something to eat daily.
I also look nothing like one who has worn the same clothes for several years, but that is my reality.

You innocently ask from me. But all that does is remind me that I can’t take care of you.
I can’t give you what others do. No I can’t, but I have a lot to give when it comes to love. I have a lot to give when it comes to trust and faithfulness. A lot to give when it concerns care.

Please don’t confuse me as helpless though. Please don’t confuse me either, as praying on you for help. My plight is a sad one, but one that is temporal.
So please understand me when I say I have nothing. It hurts so much when I say so.
It’s my unfortunate reality.

~ September 20th 2017

A day at the Mall.

I spent my Saturday afternoon at the mall.
Not shopping like most of the folks who thronged in and out of the beautiful and luxury looking shops and stands, but just to sit and watch.

I sat next to a used-phone dealer who had his make-shift shed by a street in front of the Accra Mall. He struggled to get passer-by’s to come over to buy his gadgets, but he still had a smile on his face. I’m sure this was a normal day for him, with just a few people looking his way with interest to buy his used-phones.

I looked away towards the other side of the street.
It wasn’t difficult to notice the light-skinned immigrant beggars who had hijacked pathways leading to and from the Mall. Oh, these beggars were brutal in their dealings. They deployed their young ones to approach people and beg for money. One of the young clenched on a gentleman, desperately begging for money to buy food. Another knelt before a lady also begging for money. They had shamelessly made a business out of begging. I counted a little over fifteen of such immigrant children from where I was seated. I was sad but unsure for whom; the poor passer-by’s or the unfortunate but unrelenting beggars.

It was interesting just sitting and watching people waltz and rush around attending to their own businesses. Several make-shift structures decorated the edges of the road, displaying Ghanaian styled clothes, shoes, and a lot more- probably anything that had the potential to be bought. These structures stood tall amid the crowd of men and cars. Of course, this wasn’t legal but had become a norm in Ghana. More of a culture. You would see the local authorities running raids to rid the city of such structures but they never seemed effective as the structures sprung up days later. Things work differently in my country. You do what you can get away with, and oh, people do get away with a lot of things here.

Just when I thought I had seen enough of this interesting Ghanaian reality, a young preacher boy approached where I was seated. I guess he was eleven years or so. With his Bible tucked under his arm, he prayed for blessings and good business fortunes and walked away. This was something new… I know that when preacher folks pray, let alone call on God’s Grace and Mercies on your life, they never fail to ask for financial offerings. This young preacher did otherwise. Interesting.
My thoughts run wild; was it that this young lad wasn’t interested in money as most preachers were, or he was just playing on our minds so we offer it willingly? I guess you never know what to expect on the busy streets of Accra.

I had had enough. A kickback into reality. What the ordinary Ghanaian (and in this particular case, immigrants) go through on a daily basis to survive. I knew for sure this was just a piece of the Ghanaian reality.

I thanked the used phone dealer for allowing me to sit by him and disappeared into the thick crowd.

Michael Tsatsu Axolu
23/06/2018

Love, Love, Love

Love. Love. Love.
You think you can’t control it but that’s a lie.
It’s you who do not want to.

You like the way it makes you feel.
You like the fantasies that creep into your mind when you stare at him or her.
You subconsciously decide to grow these emotions only because it is so addictive, promising pleasure and total bliss, that you desire more and more of it.

Biology isn’t also on your side. Your heart beats faster when you are around him or her. Your tone changes when you engage in a conversation with him/her, in an almost seductive way. Strangely, you also find everything he or she says to be funny or amusing.
Your body no longer becomes yours when they are around. You become uneasy and restless as well, when you do not hear from them even for a day.

I am sure you will say these show you are in love but I dare say no.
It is nature’s inbuilt mechanisms to ensure you mate. It is the way things are meant to play out, where the males have a strong physical attraction to the females and vice-versa. Mechanisms put in place since the “first man” to ensure perpetuity of the human species.

Yes. You decide to love.
Most of Literature says you can’t choose who you love. It just hits you.
I say no.

You decide to let go. You decide to drown in the sweetness the great sea of love presents.
It’s your decision.

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