21 Years of Marriage and still going…

happy 21st anniversary

My parents celebrated their wedding anniversary a few days ago on the 1^st of Oct. they have been married now for 21 years and mum and dad I say a Happy Anniversary, the whole world wished you well when got married in 1988 and by God’s grace today you have raised a standard, a legacy of love and commitment for your children to follow and so we will.

 

You the funny thing I like about my parents wedding anniversary is that by calculating from the 1^st of October to the 1^st of July (my birthday) are exactly 9 months. I like to think of it that I was conceived on the wedding night. lol Well I was so waiting to come into this world, huh?

 

I know many people too haven’t seen the people who birthed them live together in love in one home for many years but today I tell you that it is very possible. Perhaps you didn’t get that but you can change and decide that when you find someone you love you will stay committed to them till death parts you.

 

Of course my parents aren’t the most perfect people on earth. They have had differences before, I have seen them disagree on so many issues but in order not to make the thing venture into unpleasantries one would have to let go, be it mum or dad. They both may not know it but they have thought me so much about marriage that they can imagine. My parents haven’t really talked to me or any of my siblings about love and marriage and all that but they have shown us how it is done and that is the best example anyone can receive. They have thought me that when I find the woman I love, there will be ups and downs. We can’t runaway when there are bad times and stay when there are good times, that’s not marriage, that’s CONVENIENCE!!! Marriage stays through the thick and the thin, good times and bad times.

 

Mum and Dad we look forward to celebrating your 50^th wedding Anniversary with both of you still strong and alive, with all your children, great-grandchildren, and the huge family saying ‘well done’, ‘what a leagcy’ and ‘Thank you, God!’ I pray that God Himself who started with you will end with you successfully such that when you go, you’ll be laughing and smiling and people will be crying not because you have departed but because two great repositories of love have gone. We pray strength for the many years ahead. I love you

 

A Hint for Father’s Day

I want to give you an idea on what to do for your father on Father’s day, this Sunday. I hope you hadn’t forgotten. Buy a simple normal father’s day card and then get as many people that know your dad to fill in the card – write something little about him and sign their names under it. They can write anything they want and it doesn’t matter but of course it should be about him or wishing him something…anything!

You see, usually everyone goes and buys a card individually and signs their names and gives it to someone (dad). Give it a few years when the others come, the old ones will fade in his memory but imagine that he opens the day someone place in his room with thousands of people (maybe just the family) who have written something little in it. You think it will fade in his memory years to come. No because it was a surprise and he he’ll always wonder how you got some people to fill up the card.

Hey it is doesn’t cost much money to do that. Good in a case when you don’t have enough cash but you want to do something thoughtful for your dad. It may be a little late now but you can do it. you go two including today till Sunday.

Tell me about it later. I just got my dad’s card filled in by his co-worker.   

Wish your dad, or anyone in that position in your life like that…A Happy Father’s Day. And if you’re already a father, congratulations man! Hey, Happy Father’s Day!

 

LIKE FATHER, LIKE SON

Have you ever had one of those moments where you were like brainstorming ideas with people? Ideas flowing through minds and energy at its peak. Have you experienced one of those before? What about with your father? Mother? Parents?

I had one of those sessions with my father. It was fantastic! I was overwhelmed the whole time with the ideas that we both brought out. It was like a high self-esteem time for me because it was my dad who came up to me while I was preparing the dinner for the house and was asking me about what I think about his Masters project. Believe it or not, my dad?! My dad asked me what I thought about E-commerce and how it can be used in the Judicial Service, Savings and Loans Company, Electricity Company Ghana and the Accra Metropolitan Assembly in Ghana. I don’t know where the ideas came from but it started flowing out and then sometimes he took mine and bettered it and I did the same to his.

The very idea that we discussed those things made us tighter. You know usually you don’t have that kind of conversations with your parents especially about their projects and business stuff.  I respect my dad a lot. Ever since I was a little boy, he was my hero and he still is. I remember at one time when I was about 8 or so, my dad was driving the car with one hand and playing with me using the other hand in the back where I was. You know what I called him that day, ‘super-daddy’ from Superman. I guess being a little kid saying that to his daddy he was glad. I can still see the smile and laugh right now. I love my dad so much, of course and my mom too. It is usually difficult knowing whose favorite I am, mum or dad? Being the first and only son of them both I guess I’m a favourite of both.

Daddies and fathers out there you always don’t have to be the know-it all or seem like that to your children. Every one of them has a gift, talent, a potential. Don’t be the boss, be the father and friend. Like my dad, together we are think-tanks. And one more thing fathers trust your children even if you’re afraid of the future. All you need to do is bring them up well and in the Lord, leave the rest up to them and the Lord. They will turn out all right. My dad’s trust for me and his respect for the decisions I’ve made brought out the man in me, even if still young…a man. I know I’ve made certain decisions which were wrong but I learned from them and sometimes folks all we need to learn otherwise we don’t grow.

FATHER, I LOVE YOU!

Opps! guess what he’s calling me again! Another brainstorming session…something on BioSense in his MIS book. Gotta go

 

Schooling Parents. you got one?

                I know! I know! The title of this post makes my ribs crack. Varsity is on vacation. I may get to work with UNDP or UNICEF or Vanguard Assurance as an intern but I’m still waiting for any to workout. I just think the UN one just might but you never know what God has in store for me. Why the heck I’m I talking about internship?   I’m supposed to be talking about my parents.

             It’s been crazy a bit with them lately. My dad is left with one year more on his MBA program and my mum is completing her degree in Entrepreneurship by next week. Yeah…my parents are all going to school. Being candid now; the whole house is. It is about exams time for them (my parents). Oh my word you should see them learning and cracking their brains and all. It is not what you’d expect normal parents to do. Usually they come back from work all tired and probably have dinner with the family and watch some tv and talk and people start getting into bed but here it is very unlike that scene. (Forgive me if I left something out…trying to make it general )

             You should see my parents all gathered around the dining table and mind you they are not eating…they are studying. Books are all over the place, papers and pens. The television is in the hall so then it becomes much of a problem if it is too loud which wouldn’t have been so on a normal day. It is no problem for me since I don’t watch a lot of television. I’d rather watch my collections of movies I haven’t seen yet and believe me, there’s always something to watch. No but seriously like this morning I was left with them at home; everybody else was in school. I was cleaning the kitchen and sort of like talking to them as usual asking unnecessary questions and my dad goes like ‘hey you are talking too much. I’m trying to get this thing into my head and every time you talk…you are distracting me’. My mum then said ‘you are talking too much’ dad responds, ‘he’s finished with his exams and he is here to worry us. Hurry up and leave the kitchen’. All this time their heads are stuck into the books. I was laughing and laughing. Not too loud to be annoying. :O I came back and found my dad standing by the window trying to remember something and writing it out. Eeeeeh! My father, cramming!!! lol

             Later on after dinner, I finished and came to meet my dad washing the bowls and stuff. Damn! He usually doesn’t do that. I mean he never does except probably only his and that one is sometimes but today he was doing the whole lot. My dad washing?!!! I was shocked. I heard the tap running from my room and thought my sister had gone to wash the dishes like I told her to but I should have known better. Davida will never do it until you pressure her. LOL. I got there and met my dad washing and I was like…omg! I asked and he said he was releasing tension. Anyways it was nice to se him do it. I think once a while fathers should let the mums relax for like a week or something so that they take over the kitchen. It’s funny seeing the dad doing it something. Like it said…it’s funny but cute though.

            Eeeeeeeeeeeh! I thought young people only said that during exams -releasing tension. Guess I was wrong but these last days have been CRAZY. Don’t get me wrong but having parents schooling like their own children is a funny sight. I understand them parents nowadays, if you don’t get informed you’re be left out. I wish them all the best in their exams. And daddy, enough with the Masters already. How many do you want?  LOL

 Any of you folks got oldies in the university? Tell me about it.

 

Driving Experiences

               I started driving since my seventeen birthday. I remember that very day; I came back from school because I didn’t want to spend another one of my birthdays in school. The previous on in school was during the time of a house inspection so I really didn’t have the chance to celebrate- boarding school. I remember cleaning all those windows floors in our dormitory to get the house neat for the house inspection competition, which we won in the long run so all the same I was glad. Well so this particular 17^th birthday I remember telling my dad to show me how to drive, at around 3pm in the afternoon that 1^st July. You know why I wanted it at that time; he told me sometime back when I wanted to learn that his dad showed him how to drive at 17. I’m like, “it’s a new age dad.” I know I kept saying that for a couple of months and this year I decided it was going to my last. You know what my father when I asked him to show me. He said, “No!” So plainly, no! Stunned though I didn’t let my eyes give that emotion away, I always try not to show too much, if I do show you, you got to be very lucky. “Why?” I asked the man, who at this time was trying to hide a smile, which he always does. I guess in some way I took at side of me from him- hiding emotions. I’m a bit loose though. I guess it reduces as the lineage descends. My dad said, he couldn’t use the Pick-Up truck to teach me, because that was a government vehicle. Fine I understood. Intelligently my mother cut in, “you can use mine.” I loved the idea. My mother drove a white coloured Ford Escape, a 4×4. My dad once again claimed the car was automatic and it wasn’t good for a beginner otherwise when you get hold of a manual driven car it would be difficult to adjust. I had heard that line all my life. Jeeeees! Whether automatic or manual, I just wanted to drive. In the next 10 minutes of my smart dad trying to convince me that the day wasn’t right, he some how budged to show me. We went out and from there I started learning the how to drive, bear in an automatic transmission.

                 Who said driving was fun. I wish I could enjoy it then, though now I do enjoy. Most of the trips I made in my mum’s car when I was 17 were not my own errands. Actually I don’t think I ever took the car on for my own purpose. I was sent. Not bad! At least I still get to drive, maybe they didn’t allow me to go too far was because then I didn’t have a license. As time went on, I mastered the driving any automatic transmission. I knew that was driving made easy. You get into the car, get the gear to D(rive) and hit the road. Two pedals, a large break pedal and a normal size accelerator. No one could miss it. Then I began to wonder why people don’t want to drive automatic cars…it’s easy. Isn’t it what everything supposed to be? Then again life is not easy but easy (you still with me). One thing I love about automatic driven cars was their speed. Hit the gas and the car moves from 0 to whatever.

                 Up till 19 years I never drove a manual car, I tried occasionally but I was horrible. I thought I would never be able to learn how to drive it. I didn’t really care; I had decided to buy automatic cars all my life. What put me off sometimes was the thought that sometime in the future I would be in a fix where only a manual car was there to drive.

Well all this time I just studied and listen to theories on how to drive manual cars. I don’t know how but I felt that listening to all I heard I could actually do something when given the wheel. Then my dad said he was going to get me a car for university. He got me a TATA Indica. I couldn’t hope the car was going to be automatic, I knew I wasn’t. I had seen many cars already like that roaming the streets. Well the car got home and within my birthday month, this July when I got back from my trip to Abidjan the car was waiting for me. I found some courage to take the bull by the horns, and that I did. I actually shocked myself when I realized that I could actually drive this thing. I wasn’t that perfect; sometimes in traffic the car could just go off because I lifted my foot too fast off the clutch pedal. I remember on a couple of occasions it went off when I was the first in front of the traffic light and so many cars behind me. Did they ever tell me you could sweat as a beginner driver? You can say I just did it. I took all the theories I heard and nailed this thing home. This time I didn’t need my dad or anyone teaching me how practically. No one sat in the car the first time I took. I took it like I already knew how. I bet only those in my home knew I was a leaner. Now I actually cannot make the difference now between which transmissions I love. I guess both are okay. Yea, you can say that again, “Since I know how to drive both.” This is my third week in driving manual cars and hey it feels like I have been doing this forever. Now I want to take car my dad’s huge 4×4 Nissan Patrol. I’m sure he’ll still no give it to me, but now I don’t really care since I can’t be caught in a fix anymore.