WHO AM I?

Aku sika opens a very huge provision shop on the further side of her neighbour’s shop in front of the house.

Ann’s mom brawls her daughter to enter a nursing school because Mrs. Andoh, their family friend’s daughter, is doing quite well in nursing.

Marilyn is an entrepreneur, she deals in dresses and shoes. After a year, Mirabel also becomes a speculator, dealing in the same stocks her friend started a year ago.

The real question is, for which impetus are each one of these starting theirs?

there’s actually nothing wrong with doing what everyone else is doing, but, are you doing so because someone you know is burgeoning so well in that field?

Is that where your best can be seen among others?

well, I’m sure you know I do not have answers to these questions because you have them.

we all aren’t meant for one thing. Don’t get frustrated because others are excelling in areas you are not.

Jossy Equa.

Today’s Rich Ghanaian Man

He met me on the street of Accra one awful evening. His car came to a halt as soon as he saw me. I was so frustrated that I couldn’t even hear the car’s horn blowing to get my attention. I was damn! in need of money to settle a lot of my bills in school. And to even buy food to eat. the Benz moved slowly and blocked my way.I suddenly came into my body again.

Mr. Rich man rolled down his glass window, smiled and called, “hey sweet young lady. aren’t you in for a quick ride? I also smiled and hopped in. He took a quick glance at me, while he did that, I also smartly looked out for somethings in his car. My eyes met a first poster in his car, showing he was a Ghanaian politician and also a civil engineer. The second also confirmed he was contesting for an MP in the Bongo District. I know for sure that he saw poverty written all over me. So he asked, You look like you need something. Tell me, what do you need? I poured my heart to him like a dog who tried to bark so hard to let his master know how starved it was.

At first, I saw pity on his face and then, he opted to help me. I thought he was a God sent. I was convinced he was sent by God to help a poor needy girl trying to escape the hard torture of life.

Not until he gave me an option.

“You are beautiful and you need a man like me to add more beauty to the already pretty girl you are”. he paused and continued. All I need from you is a good sex I haven’t had for the four years my wife left me. I have been so lonely since then and I need a beautiful lady like you by my side”.

At this point, he was almost shedding tears.

Gush! I was touched. For once, I forgot all my problems and wanted to make him happy. I felt this sudden urge to help the lonely man. After some few minutes of silence in the car, I thought again about how I needed money to survive in Accra. How stranded I was that night. how I had no relatives there who could help.

Yes, I was so needy and never thought of going back home without making the family proud.

pirrrrrr! Pirrrrrr! pirrrrrr! his phone rung and interrupted my thought.

Mr. Rich man removed his phone from his pocket. He looked at the screen for the caller. At once, his mood changed. I saw how his heart lighted again as soon as he saw the caller through his facial reaction. Then, he smiled and answered the phone.

“Hello daddy’s pride, how is studies going”? he spoke

I didn’t actually hear what the caller said, but from their conversation, I realized the caller was his middle daughter who was 19 years in the University. She had called to demand money from her father who called her his pride. Again, my eyes went back to the posters I saw earlier. The name I saw looked familiar. I began to search my head for where I could have come across that name.

After agreeing to his daughter’s demands, his last few words woke me up from the nightmare.

He said : my pride, Ohenewaa Agyemang, the only favourite daughter of the Bongo District MP ( he bragged). Daddy is begging you to study so hard and get a first class degree. That way, I can straightaway get you a scholarship to further the degree to a masters outside the country. For the next seven years, I do not want you to think of entering any foolish love relationship. You will only come back to Ghana with a P.H.D in your profession.

Ahaaaaa! I really knew this man. Ohenewaa Agyemang was my course mate and my room-mate in school for that matter. This girl talks about his daddy who seemed like an angel. To her, Daddy was an excellent man in the entire universe. Wait, I needed to confirm for sure.

On a more serious note, the advice he gave to his daughter hit me right in the face. No, no, no hold on, did I hear him say that to his daughter? I asked myself.

This man wanted me to satisfy him in bed before he could help me? I was only 19 years. I needed to hear those same words from my poor dad too? But, it was a big no, because Daddy couldn’t even supply all my needs than to call and encourage me to study hard for him. All he could say to me, was to trust in only God for provision and not even in him, who was struggling to supply my needs.

So, Mr. Rich man needed me to perform duties like his runaway wife while his daughter concentrate on her studies? Hell No! I would have been foolish if I gave in to his offer.

I had dreams like he had for his daughter. I also knew perfectly well that even though daddy couldn’t supply me with everything, he believed in my dreams too. I could never have shut those dreams and play a sex doll for someone who wanted a future for his daughter who was the same age as me.

After his call, he dropped his phone and turned to me. I pretended to be busy on my phone.

He rubbed his palm slowly in my hair and called ” sweetie”. Nonchalantly, I raised my head and faked a smile at him. Then I asked, “was that your girlfriend” ( I teased). You seem to be so fond of her.

Hahahahahah! he laughed so hard and asked, “are you jealous already”? “Are you serious?” I also asked and chuckled. Well eeeeeerm, that was my sweet little daughter studying medicine in the University Of Ghana, he replied.

He looked me closely in the eye. He pulled closer and closer. I knew he was in for his first kiss right in his car. He touched my small chicken looked-like lap in the skinny jeans trouser I wore.

Like Lucifer thrown from heaven, I had this urge to destroy this man within my power. My eyes popped out as my hand touched an empty alcohol bottle behind my seat. I thought of hitting him so hard on the head.

Nope, I needed a better solution. Jossy you for look sharp, I thought. mistakenly my hand pressed the video record on my phone. Yes! That was exactly what I needed. I quickly wrapped my hands around his neck and held the phone tightly above his left shoulder.

Mr. Agyemang, I cleared my throat and continued. you want your first kiss already? Yeah baby, yeah and even more. It been so long I felt this way. Baby grant me the joy of making me taste it right here.. yes I mean now. He said. this time, he was breathing so fast like he had lost breath after running a long race.

Ohenewaa Agyemang, class 102, Volta Hall, room 218, I said. Quickly he withdrew from his position and questioned. Did I mention all that in my phone conversation too.”Nope”, I replied and proceeded…. “I know because I am Ohenewaa’s room-mate”. She speaks so well of you Honourable M.P. I couldn’t hold my laughter when I saw the look on his face. He looked like he had encounter an evil spirit in his car.

Calmly,he mastered the courage to speak again but a bit frightened this time. “You are the Jossy she speaks about all the time”? Yes Honourable”, I answered and smiled (teasingly). He came in again. “Oh dear I’m so sorry for my actions earlier on. Kindly forgive me. Ohenewaa told me how you sometimes help with her studies. from the way she spoke about you, I could tell you are a brilliant girl too”.

“Please, let’s forget about all that I said and never mention this to my daughter. In fact, I would do my best to help with some of your bills too for free”, he pleaded. I replied, “oh, so you can actually help me with that for free? Okay that’s fine…. let just say I have eeeerm, a short video of our little secret here on my phone” and I played.

With his head shamelessly bowed, I opened the car and stepped out….. Jossy , Jossy , I heard him call but I was already out in the dark.

That night, I slept peacefully knowing that I could count on my father’s words to TRUST GOD FOR MY NEEDS.

Ladies, who can guess how I had my bills settled from time to time, after my encounter with Mr. Agyemang? I never met him face to face again but my bills were mostly settled and on time. Imagine how I could have worked all night on him in bed for like only God knows how many rounds and hours. While my rommie studied all night . Just think of how these rich men who can help us only if we perform wifely duties to them, have daughters like us who they want to push to pursue their dreams and become great leaders in our country.

Don’t you think we deserve same or even more?

Jossy Equa.

Positive in Negativity

Kukua rushed into the kitchen.

She looked worn out.

She grasp a glass and opened the fridge.

She took a bottle of water and detached the cover, she filled herself a glass of water.

After drinking, she made a sigh of relief and leaned against the wall.

Mistakenly, she hits the glass on the wall.

Kring! It cracked and breaks.

She covered her mouth and gaze in awe at the broken glass.

Mom rushed into the kitchen and meet frustrated Kukua, trying to make something out of the broken glass.

Kukua! Mom screamed.

She tried to hide the glass at her back.

“Mom will punish me for my carelessness”. Kukua thought.

“Can I have the broken glass”? mom asked.

Kukua tugged it from her back, stretched her hands and opened her palm, showing the broken glass.

Wooow! Mom exclaimed and continue… “I hope you aren’t hurt, Kukua? This glass will be just good for keeping some beautiful bunch of flowers. Oh, I got them from a shop yesterday and I have been thinking of where to keep those flowers”.

This is perfect Kukua!

She rushed to her room and came back with the posy. She took the glass from Kukua and patched it carefully with a specialized glue made to bond with glass.

Mom then arranged the flowers nicely in it and placed the glass on their center table in the living room.

Perfect! Perfect! Perfect! She clap, smile and just couldn’t take her eyes off the beautiful posy on the table.

Kukua gaped at her mom, she couldn’t believe her eyes. She thought mom will yell at her today, but it seemed things turn out right.

In her heart, she was thankful to God for that broken glass being useful.

I just want to point out one thing to you.

See positivity in every negativity.

It doesn’t matter how broken you are, how used you have become. You can be useful for another wonderful thing.

Jossy Equa.

You Are Not For Everyone

You remember when I spoke about everyone being born a leader ?

Now, remember also, that I used a demonstration of the President Barack Obama’s leadership right? And again, the fact that everyone must take dominion in his own circle?…

Good you remember now!

Now, have you wondered why some particular people never value your worth?

Have you wondered why nothing you do pleases them?

Have you thought of why they never appreciate and accept you for who you are?

Hear this!

You are not for them

They will never accept you.

You know what to do?

First, know who you are and operate within the people who value your worth.

You are much more than you think my leader.

Jossy Equa

Be Expectant When You Have Worked For It.

I’m very spiritual in my walk of life.

But I do not forget about the fact that, I live in a physical world.

Therefore, I do not behave all spiritual and expect my dreams to manifest all by themselves.

Prayer without work, yield no result

P – W = 0%

But then, work and prayer yields good result.

W+P = 100% (excellent)

Stop believing in miracles you have not worked for.

stop trusting in fruitfulness if you have not planted.

Miracles do happen after you have worked!

Jossy Equa.

The 7 Habits of Highly Effective Bloggers

This is very great and I really needed this.

The Art of Blogging

Do you want to be a successful blogger? Do ideas for posts randomly pop into your head whenever, wherever? Do you think about ways to improve your blog?

How to write more? Better? Faster?

Do you study what the most successful bloggers have done to get to where they are right now?

You are not alone. I do this too. It’s one of my passions. To see what makes the difference. What works, what doesn’t, and to understand the why. Because of this, I can write cute posts like this one.

Here are the seven best habits to have as a blogger.

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Everyone is Born a Leader

I’m a leader, so are you.

Do not allow anyone to make you feel inferior.

I have always heard people say, “some people are born leaders while others are not”.

It could be true to them but, not to I, Jossy!

I believe everyone is a leader in their own circles and that is why we do not have just one president governing the entire globe.

we rather have different president(s) for each nation in the world. Let me give you a clear example about what I’m actually trying to say.

President Barack Obama is an African but a great leader outside the African continent(America). This makes him a leader to those he was born to lead/ for.

I’m telling you a fact, everyone is a leader to some sort of people in this world.

I could be your Leader but I may also be someone else’s follower.

You could be my follower but you could also be someone else’s leader!

Leadership is for everyone, so take dominion in your own circle NOW!

My Leader, I call you so, because you are!

Jossy Equa.