Sufficient, abounding, love
Nothing can I add
-- Stolen from http://authspot.com/poetry/haiku/christian-haiku/
Saturday, December 5, 2009
Friday, November 27, 2009
Thanksgiving!
It's been an eventful year. I've done a lot and a lot has happened to me. Both good and bad. And yet, I can't help but be thankful. For both. It's easy to be thankful for the good. It's another matter with the bad - especially with the most painful and horrible experiences. But when one steps back (at least this is my experience), one realizes that it is the roughest of experiences that imbue character. Character of the kind that can withstand future evils and form a better and stronger personality. Smooth seas do not make the ablest sailors - why should life be any different? Thus, this year I encourage you to be thankful, with me, for EVERYTHING, for everyone around you (from the greatest to the least) and for the simple yet wonderful gift of life. There is a song that comes to mind, in praise of Him from whom all our blessings flow, and to whom my thanks flow in reverse. I bless him and am indeed thankful. Here's the chorus to Chris Tomlin's 'How Can I Keep from Singing'. Oh, what glorious lyrics and how much more glorious is the one of whom they speak! :
How can I ever say enough
How amazing is Your love
How can I keep from shouting Your name
I know I am loved by the King
And it makes my heart want to sing
"In everything I will give thanks."
Monday, September 28, 2009
What kind of Idea are you?
"What kind of idea are you? Are you the kind that compromises, does deals, accomodates itself to society, aims to find a niche, to survive; or are you the cussed, bloody-minded, ramrod-backed type of damnfool notion that would rather break than sway with the breeze? – The kind that will almost certainly, ninety-nine times out of hundred, be smashed to bits; but, the hundredth time, will change the world."
Thursday, August 27, 2009
A Homecoming of Sorts pt.2
We touched down at Schiphol Airport, Amsterdam at roughly 11am GMT, 5th of August. First phase of my travel done, kaput, finito. Just a few more hours, just a few more hours, till Paradise.
Schiphol Airport is quite reputable in Europe. Delay times are apparently unheard of and it consistently ranks as one of the better airports in Europe and the world. I did not have the time to explore though. Too tired - I'd slept too little and at the wrong times. I did go into a few shops though. I was not overly impressed - too few shops and a lack of personality, I thought. I'll be sure to explore more next time I'm there. Which should be very soon, if all goes well. Interesting fact: 15 minutes of internet at Schiphol costs 3 euros. I would know. Damn you, facebook addiction!
After about an hour of lazing about, it was time to go. Destination: Accra, home, family, la familia. Why does patience wear out when you're this close? Why do a few hours feel like eternity when you've been away for years? We left Amsterdam around noon local time - a horde of Ghanaians with a generous sprinkling of foreigners, or obroni as they're called in Ghana. It felt like Ghana already, even on the plane. Smiles. More impatience. The flight to Accra was just as expected (KLM is now officially second, only to Emirates, in my list of preferred airlines!): Pretty stewardesses, comfort, delectable meals, the whole lot. The flight was smooth except for the last 30 mins, when we experienced some very serious turbulence. For some reason, whenever I'm returning to Ghana, the last stretch is always turbulent, not-smooth, rough almost as if the Fates love to play hanky-panky on me when I'm only a few minutes away from where-I'm-supposed-to-be. Anyway I didn't mind - is it called death when you're on home soil? Can you die when you're that close to heaven? Behind me, there were loud prayers and requests murmured to all deities of the universe, known and unknown, seeking forgiveness for past wrongdoings, promising to do-no-evil if they were spared this time. Quite funny. Of course all this was forgotten when when we landed quite safely 30 mins later. For some reason, Ghanaians always applaud touchdowns. To be fair, flights I've taken back have always had the worst turbulence. So, what else to do when you've spied Hell's very gates and lived to tell the tale? You'd applaud too. Not saying that I did.
I couldn't get out of the plane soon enough but once I did, I looked skywards and wiggled my toes in my shoes. Solid earth of Ghana: I was home, I was home, I AM home.
Schiphol Airport is quite reputable in Europe. Delay times are apparently unheard of and it consistently ranks as one of the better airports in Europe and the world. I did not have the time to explore though. Too tired - I'd slept too little and at the wrong times. I did go into a few shops though. I was not overly impressed - too few shops and a lack of personality, I thought. I'll be sure to explore more next time I'm there. Which should be very soon, if all goes well. Interesting fact: 15 minutes of internet at Schiphol costs 3 euros. I would know. Damn you, facebook addiction!
After about an hour of lazing about, it was time to go. Destination: Accra, home, family, la familia. Why does patience wear out when you're this close? Why do a few hours feel like eternity when you've been away for years? We left Amsterdam around noon local time - a horde of Ghanaians with a generous sprinkling of foreigners, or obroni as they're called in Ghana. It felt like Ghana already, even on the plane. Smiles. More impatience. The flight to Accra was just as expected (KLM is now officially second, only to Emirates, in my list of preferred airlines!): Pretty stewardesses, comfort, delectable meals, the whole lot. The flight was smooth except for the last 30 mins, when we experienced some very serious turbulence. For some reason, whenever I'm returning to Ghana, the last stretch is always turbulent, not-smooth, rough almost as if the Fates love to play hanky-panky on me when I'm only a few minutes away from where-I'm-supposed-to-be. Anyway I didn't mind - is it called death when you're on home soil? Can you die when you're that close to heaven? Behind me, there were loud prayers and requests murmured to all deities of the universe, known and unknown, seeking forgiveness for past wrongdoings, promising to do-no-evil if they were spared this time. Quite funny. Of course all this was forgotten when when we landed quite safely 30 mins later. For some reason, Ghanaians always applaud touchdowns. To be fair, flights I've taken back have always had the worst turbulence. So, what else to do when you've spied Hell's very gates and lived to tell the tale? You'd applaud too. Not saying that I did.
I couldn't get out of the plane soon enough but once I did, I looked skywards and wiggled my toes in my shoes. Solid earth of Ghana: I was home, I was home, I AM home.
A Homecoming of Sorts pt.1
I left the USA for Ghana on the 4th of August 2009, roughly two years after I had first left for Princeton University, New Jersey and the first time I was going home since then. It felt, for lack of a more suitable word, weird. I think Ghana was beginning to cease to exist for me - it was becoming a land of distant memories, of a past that I could no longer dream of. I'd told myself and you (earlier) that I thought it was time to go home when I felt a distance growing between my family and I, when we talked over the phone. So the time had come and I was going. But yes, it still felt weird and surreal.Fingers crossed.
My last day in Princeton was eventful, to say the least.For some reason I can't quite make out, I'd left the most urgent things I had to do until then. I had to pick up malaria medicine, suspend phone accounts, say goodbye to quite a few people and run errands at the bank including informing the bank that I would be in Ghana (Just try using your bank card abroad without doing this - your card gets blocked! Good luck if you're trying to book a hotel!) Very predictably, I missed the last train out of Princeton that would get me to JFK on time so I had to take a taxi. Never mind that it cost $200 - it was the most hassle-free trip I've had to an airport ever. And it was probably a good idea because in retrospect, I cannot fathom how I would have made it to JFK with my clearly overweight bags, if I had to drag them even for a few metres when changing trains etc. Check-in was even smoother- I got to use the self-service machines for the first time (usually I can't because I'm not American or because I'm foreign, alien, untouchable, you-name-it) and the whole process took less than 5 minutes, instead of the usual half-hour or hour it usually takes for me. To make matters even better, my bags were not weighed at all - it appears KLM doesn't do it. Awesomeness! - because my bags were clearly at least 10 pounds over the limit.
In no time, I was onboard. Destination: Amsterdam. Exciting - my first time in Europe. Well, I would be in Schiphol Airport for at least 3 hours. I think that counts. The service onboard was amazing. Meals were frequent and great, seats were comfortable, stewardesses were pretty beyond imagination (or, perhaps anything looks good after you've flown American Airlines once or twice) and even the economy class had personal in-flight entertainment comprising about 100 hours of movies and a host of TV shows etc. (KLM, how I love thee!) My time onboard was mostly spent reading, though. The Satanic Verses by Salman Rushie. Apologies to all who feel betrayed by this choice of novel - I just wanted to find out what all the hype was about. If you don't mind the content, Rushdie's possibly one of the most gifted storytellers I've read -- only Dickens and Garcia Marquez come to mind for comparison. Anyway, so my time onboard was spent thus: reading, eating, sleeping, repeat, repeat. Good times!
My last day in Princeton was eventful, to say the least.For some reason I can't quite make out, I'd left the most urgent things I had to do until then. I had to pick up malaria medicine, suspend phone accounts, say goodbye to quite a few people and run errands at the bank including informing the bank that I would be in Ghana (Just try using your bank card abroad without doing this - your card gets blocked! Good luck if you're trying to book a hotel!) Very predictably, I missed the last train out of Princeton that would get me to JFK on time so I had to take a taxi. Never mind that it cost $200 - it was the most hassle-free trip I've had to an airport ever. And it was probably a good idea because in retrospect, I cannot fathom how I would have made it to JFK with my clearly overweight bags, if I had to drag them even for a few metres when changing trains etc. Check-in was even smoother- I got to use the self-service machines for the first time (usually I can't because I'm not American or because I'm foreign, alien, untouchable, you-name-it) and the whole process took less than 5 minutes, instead of the usual half-hour or hour it usually takes for me. To make matters even better, my bags were not weighed at all - it appears KLM doesn't do it. Awesomeness! - because my bags were clearly at least 10 pounds over the limit.
In no time, I was onboard. Destination: Amsterdam. Exciting - my first time in Europe. Well, I would be in Schiphol Airport for at least 3 hours. I think that counts. The service onboard was amazing. Meals were frequent and great, seats were comfortable, stewardesses were pretty beyond imagination (or, perhaps anything looks good after you've flown American Airlines once or twice) and even the economy class had personal in-flight entertainment comprising about 100 hours of movies and a host of TV shows etc. (KLM, how I love thee!) My time onboard was mostly spent reading, though. The Satanic Verses by Salman Rushie. Apologies to all who feel betrayed by this choice of novel - I just wanted to find out what all the hype was about. If you don't mind the content, Rushdie's possibly one of the most gifted storytellers I've read -- only Dickens and Garcia Marquez come to mind for comparison. Anyway, so my time onboard was spent thus: reading, eating, sleeping, repeat, repeat. Good times!
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Now here's a song I like!!
'Orange Bubble' by Drew Fornarola '06
Performed by the Princeton University Glee Club
Like nothing’s ever happened through the years.
And if we ever really have a problem
We’ll throw money at it till it disappears.
’Cuz there is never trouble within our orange bubble
Come back year after year.
Nothing will have happened in Princeton,
And Glee Club will still be here!
[I'll return to posting soon -- I promise. Too much is happening at the same time!]
Performed by the Princeton University Glee Club
New Haven has its murders
Philadelphia decays,
And in the town that’s home to Brown
They smoke away the days.
They kill themselves in Ithaca
In Hanover it snows,
There’s violent crime in NYC
In Cambridge egos grow
But nothing ever happens in Princeton.
Of change and conflict we are unaware.
The same few rich guys fail to shut down Prospect Street.
The same six townies sit in Palmer Square.
’Cuz there is never trouble within our orange bubble,
Come back in twenty years
And nothing will have happened in Princeton,
Which I guess is why you’re all in here.
Comparatively speaking
Things are really pretty boring.
What passes for exciting here
Leaves normal people snoring.
But let things go on elsewhere, we’ll just
Keep paying tuition.
We’re satisfied to live inside this
Dull town, it’s tradition
That nothing ever happens in Princeton.
Of the real world we are in the dark.
Policemen here are just for decoration.
Blue light phones constructed for a lark.
‘Cuz there is never trouble within our orange bubble,
Come back in fifty years
And nothing will have happened in Princeton,
Which I guess is why you’re all in here.
Princeton Newsflash! Rob and Jane are through.
Princeton Newsflash! They changed the window at J-Crew.
Princeton Newsflash! Phillip drank too much and spewed,
And Jenny got a new high score in Snood.
Princeton Newsflash! A tree near Nassau Hall fell down.
Princeton Newsflash! Jack’s belt is black and shoes are brown.
Princeton Newsflash! That girl misused a preposition,
She must be sick. Quick! Go call her physician.
Outside terrorists threaten,
Famine wipes out populations,
And people die as tyrants try
To suppress rising nations.
But we don’t have to worry
Because with our cash
We know that we could feed two or three
Small countries in a flash.
Like nothing’s ever happened through the years.
And if we ever really have a problem
We’ll throw money at it till it disappears.
’Cuz there is never trouble within our orange bubble
Come back year after year.
Nothing will have happened in Princeton,
And Glee Club will still be here!
[I'll return to posting soon -- I promise. Too much is happening at the same time!]
Sunday, July 5, 2009
The Joys of Family AND a Sermon
I was in Blue Mountain, PA, for independence day weekend. The area is known for its retreat centres and skiing, and for very good reasons too: I don't think I know another place more serene or more in tune with nature. It's my personal theory that the serenity and closeness with nature over there brings out a sort of reflectiveness and happiness that is crushed out by the hustle and bustle in more urban areas. I want to live there! Back to the weekend: to put it in the mildest terms, IT WAS A BLAST!! I don't really know what a high feels like (not yet, no) but this must have been it AND it was legal!
It was a Bible conference but much more than that - lots of talk with friends from Princeton and with my bible teacher's family. By the time we were headed back, I truly believed I had found family. They've always been extremely nice to me - and they are the nicest and kindest people in the world if you ask me. I have not said, and will never say, that they are the nicest people because they are Christian. No! Some of the funnest, most moral people I know are not. (I had to say this - I find people assume I mean this a lot) I am no Jerry Falwell. But this I KNOW: they are the way they are because they have given their life over to Christ and to the radicality of love that he stood for. And that is what I want for myself too. I'm glad I can share in the joys of family with them.
On another note, I gave a bit of a sermon on Independence Day, not that it had anything to do with independence. I preserve it here for my own future reflection but if you wish, I invite you to read. It's rather long. But the main points are these:
1. I am both a Christian and a skeptic. I see no contradictions. Life is not all white and black -- tints of grey permeate everything.
2. The main thrusts of the Christian life for me are threefold, as reflected through Jesus' life: --1.) a commitment to the weakest among us (the poor, needy and the sick) -- 2.) a commitment to the search for God and the truth through prayer, reason and meditation on scripture. -- 3.) a transformation of the self and re-ordering of our desires that can come only through the two commitments above.
Actually, no, I will not post the sermon. It's way too long. But the above points, I believe, sum it up. One image will stay with me perhaps for ever from the conference: One of the guys on the trip has a son who's autistic. So one night, his son comes back with moss and grime all over his feet, shoes and pants. And then, without even batting an eyelid, his father took him to the bathroom and washed his feet. The bathroom door was open -- and I watched. I want a world where such love and kindness is abundant. This love and kindness is what Jesus was about - what God's message is about. He sided with the suffering, with the sick, with people like me - certainly not with the firebrand pastors and the proud of today who pronounce anathemas on other groups and measure their faith by how much they think others do not live up to it. Love is the answer.
Shalom, Peace and Life to You,
Kwesi
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