GOD RESCUES YOU FIRST; THEN HE TEACHES YOU HOW TO FIGHT –THE PEOPLE STORY

 

He rescues you first like a weak lamb, then makes you a stronger

I found myself in the book of Psalms some few weeks ago. I’m re-reading the whole book again and I have noticed this amazing event that David recounts in the 18^th Chapter. If you just read with your own understanding you probably may not realize it: for half of the verses in the 18^th Chapter, David talks about God delivering him from the hands of his enemies.

 

“the Lord is my rock and my fortress and my deliverer; my God, my strength, in whom I will trust; my shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold. I will call upon the Lord, who is worthy to be praised; so shall I be saved from my enemies”

Psalm 18:2-3

“He sent out His arrows and scattered the foe, lightnings in abundance, and he vanquished them. Then the channels of the sea were seen, the foundations of the world were uncovered at Your rebuke, O Lord, at the blast of the breath of Your nostrils”

Psalm 18:14-15

If you read the verses carefully you’ll see how David describes the mighty acts of God in saving and delivering Him. David finds himself in a tight fix but He remembered one name God. He called on Him and of course God doesn’t fail. The other half of the chapter talks about how God strengthens David and teaches David how to deal with his enemies.

“It is God that girdeth me with strength, and maketh my way perfect. He maketh my feet like hinds’ feet, and setteth me upon my high places. He teacheth my hands to war, so that a bow of steel is broken by mine arms. Thou hast also given me the shield of thy salvation: and thy right hand hath holden me up, and thy gentleness hath made me great. Thou hast enlarged my steps under me, that my feet did not slip.  I have pursued mine enemies, and overtaken them: neither did I turn again till they were consumed. I have wounded them that they were not able to rise: they are fallen under my feet. For thou hast girded me with strength unto the battle: thou hast subdued under me those that rose up against me.  Thou hast also given me the necks of mine enemies; that I might destroy them that hate me.”

Psalm 18:32-40

In the second half of the chapter David stops talking like a wavering person. God has strengthened him to fight his own enemies. Not that he now relies solely on himself; remember the strength is from God. David knows he can’t be a victor without His God.

So why I’m I bringing this up? On a countless number of occasions we have fallen into ‘deep shit’ and ‘deep sea’: financial, marital, educational, social, emotional troubles, relationship and many others and it has happened once too often. And again one many countless occasions God has rescued you from those difficulties but somehow we find ourselves back in them and then we still look up to God for help. See, God helps you the first time but then He shows you how to help yourself out the next time. When God rescues you from a discomforting situation He gives you enough strength and wisdom not to go back. Ever heard the saying that no situation is permanent? You think that being in that condition is the end of it. If a man falls a thousand times, a thousand times he MUST rise. God has given you all the help you need here on earth. My Psychology lecturer said last week that with some of the problems that we face here on earth, we should stop going to God and crying about it, God gave us people to help us. He further said that by sharing your burdens your problems are divided into two. He cited an example of a girl who receives a breakup letter from her boyfriend. He advised that the girl should send the letter to a friend and both of them should read it. From then on the problems don’t become only one person’s problem but both of them. He said we shouldn’t worry whether people will laugh or not; for people will always laugh at people. The trick is the more people you share the problem with, the more lighter the burden is on you. Imagine a load of 100% shared among 50 people everyone get 2%. Now imagine one person carrying that entire load, that’s when depression comes in and then people want to commit suicide. When Joy and I broke up, of course I was carrying the entire load but then I quickly distributed it among so many people so much so that I felt I wasn’t carrying any of it. You’d think that probably isn’t the wisest thing to do but trust me from experience even if people laugh they help encourage you. That was why in no time at all I found myself with Nana. Ever heard the expression that when problems come, they don’t come in singles but in triples. Careful not to drown in the pool, that’s what people are there for. Okay! That’s enough, so that’s all people.

Look, God has already rescued you. Sometimes God wonders why you still are where you are and keep complaining. Remember all you need is around you, you just have to look. GOD FIRST RESCUES YOU BUT HE SHOWS YOU HOW TO FIGHT BACK.

 

Afraid of the Dark?

Are you afraid of the dark? Have you been afraid of the dark before? Do you hate being in the dark? Do you hate the dark so much that you can sleep with the lights off? Does being in the dark give you a creepy feeling as if there’s something watching you?

Well, I don’t know which category you fall into but I sure do know I was once so scare of the dark when I was so much younger, around 8 – 10. I look back now and I laugh at myself…when I tell my friends especially or just recount those days. I just hated being in the dark. There was something about the dark I hated. Growing up in Ghana where the lights went off frequently in the evenings around 7pm when your eyes were nowhere near sleep, parents and people who often used to with us would say stuff about some monsters being in the dark and quite frankly of course you would believe them. I mean come on people! A room could be so dark and all of a sudden you hear some creepy noise which wasn’t there before and strange sounds from our backyard full of trees. Damn! It was scary and believable. Besides I saw it on TV anyways, people always being scared of dark alleys and bad things happening to people only in the night. Strangely, thinking right now it wasn’t a fear of death. Oh NO! My mind was so far from that at those times. I guess I was afraid of seeing something too scary, ghosts, something inhuman perhaps.

One time when a relative and my headmistress died (people who I wasn’t even close to) oh boy! I hated being in the dark more. I hated blackouts because I thought they could appear in the window in their wearing flesh and deadly smell. Those times I would rather stay out where the mosquitoes could feast on me when there was blackout than inside. I thought that outside I could run because it was open space but inside they could appear in front on the door then what will I do.

My dad knew I was afraid of the dark and always wanted to send me to his room when there was a blackout in the evening. Damn! I hated those times but he’s your dad and I’m the eldest and I definitely can’t show fear. What will my siblings think? ‘My brother is a scardy cat!’ Hell NO! So on this occasion my dad wanted to know the time and amazingly all the clocks had stop working that week and my parents still hadn’t gotten new batteries. I felt it was intentional! My dad sent me to his room to get his watch. I remember I told him I’ll get mine rather but the man smile and insisted he wanted his own watch. My dad’s room was the last one in the hall so far from humans (what if I needed them to come fast and save me when I screamed for help) :O and was spooky at night time especially in blackouts because his room was also closest to the backyard. The moment you step into his room you can see the backyard and oh his room has lots of windows and remember what I told you about WINDOWS. Yep! Something could appear!!  I walked fast out of the hall showing confidence and slowed down the moment I got to his door. I could hear my heartbeat but I’m sure I could also hear noises’ being made by something but my focus was getting to the watch. I had to walk across the room very fast to reach his dressing mirror where the watch was and at the same time looking around carefully, hoping that nothing would come out of the bathroom and attack me. Jeeeeeez!  I got it and was out; very glad that the door which I opened widely didn’t somehow shut by some scary looking ghost I had imagined in my mind and locked me in. At least I could run out if I saw the door closing by itself. (I know! I know! I watched too movies horror movies)

From that time I slowly began conquering my fear because my father did the ‘got- get- my- watch, later my- phone- thing a couple of times and it helped.  I’m sure he intentionally did that to show me there was no such thing as ghosts and frankly I have never seen one growing up. (Don’t ask me whether ghosts exist. That’s a different issue for another day   ) Oh did I tell you that when I got the watch to my dad that day he smiled look at the time and told me to go put the watch back. Jeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeez! Twice in two nights my heart will beat to my hearing?! :O I thought, ‘the man can just put the watch down here and take it to his room later’. But he’s the dad and I’m the son and I was 10, so? And I swore I saw a light come through my dad’s room as I was leaving that made me run fast out. Looking back now I realize it was just the moonlight the shone through his room.

I remember those time too (I know there so much fun when you are younger…so many stories) and sisters, my cousin Ben and I used to scare ourselves in dark corners of the house all the time. My sister, Edwina wasn’t afraid of the dark during those times but she sure was scared when I tiptoed behind her and shouted. She would run all over and come back and hit me later. I always pretended not to be scared when they did it to me. People, I’m human. I got scared! lol

Well now there’s no reason to be scared. In my whole life I haven’t come across one spirit or one dead person in the dark. I guess those times it was just my mind and those MOVIES, gosh! Guess what? Believe it or not, I love horror movies now! LOL Yes I know, ME? lol

 

I Learned From Not Winning the Debate

          Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! I know, I know. Well, just like the title of this post suggests, I didn’t win the debate but I don’t call it a loss, because I learned a lot from that experience, I’ll tell you what happened.

           Something weird happened the two hours before the debate officially began. I took my diary to just check out the motion of the debate again. I don’t know why I did that but I did.  Somehow I wish I had done that many days later, I made a mistake in my research due to the idea of the topic I had in mind. In stead of the “Post- elections violence in Ghana, a near impossibility,” I had in mind, yeah that’s why I said I should have looked back in my diary…I thought the motion was, “Post-elections violence in Ghana, a near possibility.”  It was crazy, just mistaking impossibility for possibility took me to the edge of the cliff just two hours, I can still feel the pressure of that day; so all the days I had done the research was way over the cross bar. I was the 1^st Speaker for the motion, so if I hadn’t cross-checked my diary, I would have been speaking against the motion. I think I would have probably won or done much better I spoke against, that what I had mistakenly prepared on for days.

            Well, I realized it, time wasn’t on my side, I hadn’t debated formally, I just wanted to try my hands on debating, and it was fun though picturing me and all those gestures standing before people with all eyes fixed on you. I love talking to people, you know, like what I’m doing now, talking to you. You think you are reading, well sorry pal, I’m talking to you. Who else do you think I’m talking to? Ok! Back to the main story, so I tried re-adjusting my script but I knew it wasn’t too good. So I got there, in my blue stripped shirt and black-brown neatly ironed trousers, you remember what my momma said (sure you can’t you weren’t there ), “the way you dress is the way you are addressed,” so hey who knows, it could win something. Got there, there wasn’t a lot of audience; the program couldn’t wait for more people so it started. There were 16 other people there going to debate, I went, delivered. You know when you start a speech before an audience, there’s a little of nervousness even for the most experienced but when you get through the two sentences, you are fine to go.

               Ok long story, Edwin… the results were given for only the first three people, and I wasn’t included, but I enjoyed myself. Besides all those who won had debate formally before, so hey! Who said experience doesn’t pay, it surely pays. So if you got experience on something, pal one advice, don’t get complacent go all out and do what you do, you never know when people are watching. You could end up being my role model, who knows? Well, fine I’ll now tell you what I learned from that experience, some of which you would only know when you participate in events of these nature. The thing is I learnt a lot about myself, some of which was a confirmation to what I thought I was. I know, I’m talking too much… relax people what’s the hurry!

              After the program the former president of the University of Ghana’s debate society approached me to tell me his observation and comments. He actually told me that he knew I hadn’t debated before from the way I carried myself. I said, I was being too informal with the audience and that wasn’t the way debates were supposed to be, besides when you had only five minutes to make your point’s clear and I had a command over the English language and definitely had no problem with it. (If you hadn’t been time to you would think 5 minutes is a lot… I will live that to you test). Well I didn’t disagree with what the guy told me, I know I love to be so informal in speech with everyone I meet. It creates a bond with the people you meet even if they had bad impressions of you. I mean come on, if I met you somewhere would you like me to be formal, it sounds too tight, maybe we’ll both not to free to express ourselves and these formal conversation has a lot of pretense in it, do you realize that? I do and that’s why I don’t really like it. People just go in formal throw vocabulary you don’t understand and they just like you hanging. But hey! There’s time for being formal and that debate was for being formal. So I got to work on my speech formal delivery. That why I love motivational and business speakers who are informal in delivery, the most informal ones tends to stick better because of the way the speakers freely relates with the people, there’s this likeness for him or her even if you haven’t met him before. So hey not winning the debate wasn’t that bad, besides now I have debated formally, I’m sure if I meet you, I’ll beat you. Want a challenge? I know my flaw in terms of formal speeches; do you know your flaw?

 

She’s My Friend

Well let me cut the long story…hmmmm…actually I don’t think I could cut the whole story short. Did you say why? Because then it won’t make no sense. I can’t jump to the laying the bricks before digging the foundation. Jeeeeeeeeeees! It makes no sense to do that. Next time someone wants to cut the long story short…it’s HELL No!

              Well, definitely you know I’m going to talk about a she in here…pssssssh! We both know that! Well she’s called Rabi, a very good friend of all of us who started middle school together in my school. If you heard her full name you would think probably she is a muslim, damn no! She’s a strong Christian sister…at least trying… No hate Rabi, just kidding. Thing with her full name, oppps I have not told you that…she would kill me if I do, I think! Yea! Is a one wonderful family, her brothers are all muslims and her dad, but her mum and her sisters are Christians. Tell her, “That’s one kind of a crazy family.” She will go like, I know. Wow! All the guys muslims and ladies, Christian…unbelievable and there’s a strong bond and love between all of them.

We meet in school, actually we really got to know each other, call and stuff like that since grade nine…she was sitting in front of me in class. Always arguing, talking sense and nonsense…you know all that mixture. Right there on our row, it was one crazy bunch of people. We sat in pairs, Augustine and Vidal, Adwoa and Wendy, Rabi and Jessye, Alfie and I, Joel and Ama Serwa, Harriet and Ekua. Maybe I’m mixing the last parts up…LOL. But that row was crazy; we were always laughing and teasing each other about different things all the time. I remember they used to tease me about my school shorts. They claimed it was so short, pals you didn’t want to see but I loved it, right above my knee (look like some girl trying to you know…ewwwww…things like that all got us turned on right from morning till 1400.

             We used to always talk about Rabi and her eating habits for dinner at that time. The girl loved to take tea. Almost every time like after 1700 when you call her, she’s telling you, she’s taking tea. You know at that age there’s nothing necessary to talk about on phone, you just want to get on the phone and talk to somebody about nonsense, and with Rabi anytime you found out what was up she was taking eat and probably a meat-pie if me memory is right. I think now the meat-pie with the tea is a bit out. Jeeeeeeeeeeeees! Enough with the tea already Rabi, believe me after so many years she hasn’t still stop. How could she? It’s damn sure a habit now….LOL. Rabi didn’t leave far from the school, probably a three minutes walk from home…so most of us went there so times, she lived in the flats, and many of the others too in the class. You get to the flats you meet so many known faces back in school, miss those times, people..come on I know you do too.

So we all left for senior high in different schools, and goodness most of the old crew are back together in the university I’m in. Glad seeing that we all pulled through the tough Ghanaian system and seeming very strong. Rabi and I are in the same university, actually I didn’t know till I call one day and she told me she’d also got admission. Before we proceed, I got to let you now that most of the old crew moved out from around the old school area, Rabi and I saw each other not much but at least I know I could decide to walk up from my house and within fifteen minutes I could be there. We always said, I’d take her to my place but till now she doesn’t know there. We decided maybe during the Christmas holidays. So we kind of bonded a bit as time went on. Not bond like bond nut we got close. (people come on now! trust me, if something was down I would have told you. ) So we are in same university, where I am now. We practically see each other almost everyday expect for the weekends if we both go home or something. Thing is we hang out…she’s now like a soul sister or something. I got her back she’s got mine. I eat at her place almost every evening on campus. When she needs something she hollas, if it’s within my reach it’s a deal. I do the same thing I would do to my sisters with her. Sometimes when she talks about some other guys and goes on and on, I go like, “ok! Ok! Rabi, I told you not to talk to strangers,” jokingly then we all laugh about it including her roommates if they’re around. I just worry all of them, teasing them. I can almost imagine her saying all the time I make a mistake with a woman’s behaviour and reaction or speech. She says, “Edwin…don’t do that, you have to learn so that no woman at all comes to our family.” When its food and I say Rabi that’s too much, “Edwin, I’m trying to let you know that when SHE comes, she’s got to do more.” I’m like, “yes mum.” Sometimes she acts so much like my mum…omg! The raised voice and all she could bring on. Many times she always have to quarrel when she says I’m her junior brother. Just pulling her legs a bit, she’s a year older than me. OMG! I forgot her day…damn! I got to found out…thinking of it she hasn’t told me before.

            Recently she told me she’s singing in the church choir. Uh-huh, Rabi come now I know you sing but does it have to be the choir. Just kidding, I’m quiet impressed she’s progressing steadily at it, glad for her that’s she hapy with what she’s doing$. There’s a program coming up next week. I wish her all the best. In a nut shell she’s about the most mixed up person I know, but she’s a lovely person altogether.

          Ohhhhhh and before I forget, about her love life…should I even tell you? Hmmmmmmm… “Rabi stop fidgeting aight! I won’t say everything like everything…you know it within the family,” but she’s going strong, and hey any man that wins her heart should not lose it after the victory otherwise you don’t want to know… I know what goes on with her, at least she’s THE sister I got on campus, and we talk a lot about. Rabi I just want to say that hey I know you some ambitious heck of a woman, just go out there and give all your best. I know you won’t let us down. All the best! Ohh I forgot to tell you, she’s cute. She always teases that beauty is bought in a store… yeah right, like you bought yours in a store!

Before I forget I’m sure you met her best friend, Jessye…she’s the one I talked about in the other script, “Through her eyes” – you could check it out, if you haven’t. It’s a jungle out here and you need FRIENDS to pull you through, when you get them don’t lose them. One thing, you heard they said, “It is the survivor of the fittest out here”…actually to have it a lot less stressful…you need REAL friends like RABI. They are out there, you know!

 

What were they thinking? #5

• No matter how much money you have, you still are going to have to make

  

  calculations.

Edwin Bonney

• Tell me all your life problems and I will tell you all my life experiences.

Edwin Bonney

• We take God for granted and we get grounded.

Pastor Akuamoah

• Every time I watch people, I learn something new.

Pastor Jones Boakye.

 

Freshman Year Begins

Well it has been very frustrating beginning with registration of courses and halls of residence. Jeeeeeees! The long queues are very discouraging. I actually met a friend of mine, okay fine I admit; he wasn’t really a friend back in senior high. I dodged him every chance I got. Those times you wouldn’t want to get in the way of the Assistant Senior Prefect in charge of Academics & Discipline. Boy he was wild. I don’t want to even mention his name for fear that you wouldn’t like to meet him. Well he’s a nice guy to know, he’s much cooler than I thought. Sometimes I wonder why people like you and I have to judge people before we meet them. Honestly those behaviours should stop. Yea right like you would actually listen to me. We should know people and not think you know them. I thought my girlfriend wasn’t that cool (of course before we started going out), turns out she’s the so coolest person I have ever met, okay fine! I haven’ met you yet, so… it figures.

So back to the main story…ohhh me why do I like going into other things….hmmmm… Well I said I met this guy and after the hellos and how are things going… surprising as it may sound this is what he said, “So you came to Legon- welcome to this frustrating place,” whiles shaking my hands. I know that was the truth but did he have to say it. Just a week of going through the school….oppps my bad, I have to tell you the name of the institution I’m in. Well it is the University of Ghana. Well, they keep saying it is the first and the best University in Ghana, okay fine! They have only one information right in that- the first- for the best, I certainly won’t say it’s them, I mean if they were the best, I wouldn’t have doubts but it’s obvious they try but they aren’t honestly. So you might be thinking; what then are you doing there? I have a principle, it’s school that makes you success, honestly it what after school that makes you a success. Life’s lessons and skills are different from schooling. Real learning begins after school.

People so you know now, I’m a freshman in a university this year studying Spanish, Political Science and Psychology. Ohhh don’t go about the he’s smart stuff, ok! Ok! It’s God’s grace that takes me on with every level I get to. Now you know the secret. As if it is anyway! So what do I want to become with all those subjects, finally in the end, a lawyer and a writer. “The rest is left to me to know…” and like almost all the woman I know conclude, “…and you to find out”

You know what happened with registration that made the process not-so comfortable. Its simple there’s no one place to do all your paperwork. You go from building to building, department to department, faculty to faculty to register under your assigned courses and after you proceed to your Hall of Residence to go through another long line. It’s not as easy as going through fire and that’s even much easier, ok fine!!! I’m exaggerating a bit but you get the drift. You know what annoyed every freshmen/women when you get to one of their so many places to register, and then you are supposed to pay for something you have no idea of. It could be as embarrassing as it could get. I was wondering why the school couldn’t put all that into the school bill and then maybe your sponsor or parent would take care of that one and for all. I’m sure they should be aware that parents like having knowledge of large bills than in small bits, at least my dad wants all to be made known to him at once.

Hold on a bit! You know what happened at orientation of the fresh students? That’s silly of me, I’m sure you wont unless I tell you…lol. Someone actually made the complaint about how complicated the whole process is to go through registration. Guess what one of the Deans said? “It’s not complicated, it’s very simple.” You should have seen his smile and my frown. Do you know what that meant? They were not going to do anything at all to change that. So much noise for wanting to move forward and here’s one and no one sees the opportunity to act.

Well what happens now, I’m done with registration, I move to campus today, lectures start tomorrow. I have already heard stories, and I’m taking caution. I promise myself one thing and I think you should too; as a third year student advised, “Be the best to be the best, if you don’t understand that, write that down, one day you’ll understand.” Ok! In taking caution I have to put my laptop away, actually I’m planning on sleeping on it when I place it in the bag. Ssssshhhhhh, I didn’t say anything more, remember? Taking caution. I’ll fill you in soon on the university life here on my campus.

 

Who Is A Friend? – Unveiling Bonney

Well this script is one of many that isn’t written by me. Well I had decided to put up this one long ago before it was ever written by someone who by this time you would know. It was written by her, yeah you know the only HER in my life. You get the whole point. Ok! Ok! I will put it up.

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It has been one long tiring day.

When such a comment is made, what instantly comes to mind? Perhaps, you might be thinking the writer could be a mason who is very stressed out after a tedious days work at the construction site, especially after that heavy downpour the previous night. Or one might say this could be a very tired secretary who had so much paperwork to do at the office, she had to miss her lunch break, coupled with the fact that she retired from work at 10:30pm! Another person who is more conversant with domestic activities would be certain this person is just an over burdened housewife trying to relax after a hard days work.

But in actual facts, the above instances couldn’t have been more wrong than the word itself. The truth is I have actually done nothing the whole day! Okay, I take that back. I did surf the net, chat with my cousin; Peter and much later in the day, do a bit of cooking. But for one who is used to cleaning, cooking, tidying, baby-sitting and generally just being a typical house-keeper, the day was not very fulfilling.

“What could she probably be driving at?” you might be wondering. Just be patient, would you? It’s to be some kind of surprise.

“So why was such a statement made in the first place?” you still ask. Oh well, I guess I could tell you that. But as it has been one long tiring day, lets put it off to another day, shall we?

Oh…ha-ha… you didn’t actually think I was going to leave you hanging like that, did you? Of course not! That statement was made because even though I didn’t do anything in terms of house work and chores, a lot did happen… a lot has happened! But to make it easier to understand, lets start together from the beginning, shall we?

 

It all began on the 16^th of June, 2008. That date does ring a bell. Oh! I remember now. That’s the birthday of my closest childhood friend, Ruth. Unfortunately, I seldom hear from her nowadays. Anyway, that’s beside the point.

On this day, which happened to be a Monday, I was extremely bored. It was just like every other Monday. There was no cleaning, cooking or tidying up to do (that had been taken care of during the weekend) neither was there any baby-sitting to carry out; my five siblings were in school already. I had gotten tired of watching TV and sleeping and I really didn’t feel like eating. So I just lie on my bed; staring at my wall paper, with the teddy bears all over, trying to figure out something to keep myself busy.

Then a light bulb went off in my head. The internet! My dad had just newly installed a mobile internet in our home. I sat up trying to remember where he usually kept the modem. Yes! In the second drawer of his study table. I scurried out of bed and bounded

down the stairs to his study room. Sure enough, it was right where I thought it would be.

Soon enough, I was on the net and had completely lost track of time. I don’t know why but for some strange reason, I decided to open up an old account of mine that had supposedly expired. It turned out to be the best thing I had done that day. Now, I hadn’t tried opening this particular account in months, but just that day, I did. It still beats my imagination. What would have happened had I not thought to open it? I guess, it was just meant to happen. God just planned it that way. Like a really special friend of mine would say, God happened!

Well, to my surprise and amazement, it opened! Note: I had abandoned this account for almost a year! I was even more surprised to see I had so many unread messages in my inbox. I think it numbered about 1117! Wow!!! Say it again! I felt the same way too! Some of these messages were junk mail. You know those mails you haven’t the slightest clue from where they came. Well, as you can imagine, I deleted all of them. As I did, I noticed this particular message from an Edwin Bonney. Now this wasn’t the first time this person was sending a mail to me, but it was the first time he was sending a real message. Don’t worry, I’ll explain what that means, just stick with me on this, okay? The thing is that, for a very long time he just forwarded messages, you know, the send-or-die kind…

Oh! Forgive me! I know you probably must be wondering “Who the hell is Edwin Bonney? And what does he have to do with all of this?”

Well, Edwin… he is the perfect definition of a friend. “And what is this definition?” I’ll tell you:

…A friend is one on whom one may pour out the contents of ones heart, chaff and grain together knowing that the gentlest of hands will take and sift them, separating the grain from the chaff, keep what is worth keeping and with a breath of kindness and love, blow the rest gently away…

He is such a gentleman and quite true to the rumors, is who you would call “The Ladies Man”.

Hold your horses, for I will write no more. He is the reason for which I write and if you permit, I intend to unveil him bit by bit, so please try not to ruin the surprise.

Now back to the main story…

Well, this time he sent a hand-typed message and taking a quick glance at my inbox messages, I couldn’t help but notice it. I was taken aback with surprise at first, because I really wasn’t expecting it. I mean for someone who was hardly an acquaintance, I had to be.

I opened it and read it. I noticed it was a very old mail, sent sometime in September last year. In it he just asked after me and all. You know, the basics. Well, to cut the whole long story short, one thing led to another and we ended up being best of friends.

It’s not that I want to cut the story short because I know by this time I must have had you itching to know more about this person but hey, what’s the hurry? Just stick and stay with me and you’ll find out, alright?

But then, maybe we’ll continue in another script. For now, just ponder on the little you know if you please.

God sends some particular friends our way at the times we need them most. I’m sure you must be nodding in agreement because it’s so true. Edwin is one of those friends and I just thank God for the day he came into my life.

Have you thanked God for that special someone He put in your life? Incase you haven’t, do so this minute because you never know what might happen in the next. You might just be surprised at what might happen! Go on, do it right now!

 

 JOY ADJEMAN