Lifestyle Love Reflections

Stranger things.

Don’t you just love meeting strangers? They are an entire world of possibilities themselves. They know you not from Eve so their very first impression of your character depends solely on you. They are blank pages waiting to be made into a history book that will be read for centuries. They are alphabets waiting to be strung up into beautiful words that pop off your screen.

Strangers bring out the best and worst in us. Do you give your last pesewa to the wretched stranger who requests for it? Or do you hold your bag tighter and mutter to yourself, “lazy bones”? Do you give the large man walking down the street a wide berth because you have been attacked before? Or do you just walk along your path with your fight-or-flight response inactivated? Do you chat for an hour with the unknown person who called you? Or do you give him a cold shoulder because “they are all MoMo scammers”?

I met a stranger today and I was blessed.

This one did not tell me everything I had ever done. He did not tell me I have had 5 boyfriends and am currently playing three at the same time. He did not heal my 23-year-old infirmity or take away my PTSD with the opposite sex. He did not even attempt to comfort my dying soul with sweet words that mean nothing. He just saw me for who I truly am. He saw me, he knew me, and he loved me.

He was compassionate and he was kind. He took his time to answer my questions. He claims ours was even better than the love-at-first-sight kind of love. He says he loved me in spirit and in truth before he even met me. He told me that all my problems didn’t matter. It didn’t matter that I felt unloved by those who should have loved me most. It didn’t matter that I could not even divorce my abusive husband myself because the Torah made no provision for that. My nonexistent rights as a woman, my basic rights as a human being, my inability to stick to rules… It all did not matter.

I met a stranger today and he changed my life.

I thought I could never be free from my personal struggles with perfectionism and OCD-level obsessions. I thought I could never be free from the societal pressures to conform and metamorphose into the regular girl-next-door. I thought I could never be free from the grips of my filthy desires; these ones that keep me up at night and soak my pillows until I have no recourse but to sleep. I thought I could never be free from school and work and religion and relationships and adulting itself.

I am at the end of my parchment. My ink is done. My quill is broken. My jar of hearts has been broken at his feet. I have no option but to shout from the rooftops: Come and see!

Come and see the man my heart longed for. Come and see the man who brought me back from the brink of death. Come and see the man who never lied to me. Come and see the man who made me believe in myself again. Come and see the stranger who became my everything.

Just come and see!

I am at the end of my parchment. My ink is done. My quill is broken. My jar of hearts has been broken at his feet. I have no option but to shout from the rooftops: #GetUsedToDifferent & Come and see!

Inspired by Dallas Jenkins and dedicated to the all those whose faith in the impossible have been strengthened by recent life events.

Special Mentions

1. Phontina, the woman who met my stranger at the well.

2. Abigail, the venerable leader of KSMD Class of 2020.

3. Eden, Himanshu, Nfomi, Ronard, Ndiilo, Ipsa and Vicky.

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Eid Mubarak

Dedicated especially to all Muslims and lovers of Mohammed. Also dedicated to the friends of Allah, and to all who believe in fasting and consecration.

To those who believe in the one true God, and to those who do not believe at all. Our religious beliefs and differences don’t matter much now. The most important factor today is love – love for yourself, love for me, and love for all of humanity. So decide today what you believe. Do you love? Do you have the kind of love that stays to fight against all odds?

To those who believe in beating our bodies into submission for the greater good – the legalistic ones; and to those who believe in doing whatever seems right to make us feel good – the liberal ones. Eid Mubarak is about fasting and holiness. It is about abstinence from the most decadent of pleasures and from all forms of sin. You need not believe in Ramadan to celebrate with us. Only believe in “doing the right thing”, because that is one of the most important aspects of religious fasting. Do you believe in staying true to the right beliefs?

To those who love food above all else – above all living things and sometimes even above Allah! Also to those who have no special interest in food and its matters (from preparation to photography to eating to sharing)… these just don’t care. These ones eat only because Abraham Maslow prescribes it as an essential life activity; they basically eat to live and could easily survive in a world without food. They wouldn’t be driven to trichotillomania or need SSRIs to cope with this alternate reality. Do you eat to live? Or do you live to eat?

To all who have problems in this life. It might be real or virtual, true or false, necessary or unnecessary, mental or physical, or even spiritual! Once you have a problem, or have had a problem in the past, or will have a problem in the future, this is for you. Eid Mubarak celebrates prayer and self-reflection. These are the only sure methods of dealing with the curve balls that come your way. Don’t rush to make the lemons lemonade. They might have been thrown at you to have fun with… Possibly for you to play some lemon-and-spoon games with your siblings. In the fullness of time, you’ll realize it was all a game. So hold on and don’t quit just yet. Reach for the lifeline today and celebrate with me.

#AkuaPokuahWrites: EID MUBARAK! Do have a blessed feast!

May Allah hear your prayers and grant your heart desires. May Allah open the doors of happiness and prosperity for you and your family. May this beautiful occasion of eid give you a million and one reasons to be eternally joyful!

Happy Eid!

Special Mentions

  1. Munney kɛ Joe – my GA-speaking loves.
  2. PS4 and all who are praying hard to own a PS5.
  3. Afia and Felicia – the girly girls who can!
  4. Glory and Micheal – Ohemaa’s LOMLs in an alternate universe.
  5. Bernice & Patrick – phenomenal people who were born in May. Happy birthday🎂


It is a perfect day.

You are sitting on your bed making silly conversation and gossiping about your friends to your boyfriend. He dislikes gossiping and doesn’t want to encourage you, but who cares?!

You are making so much progress studying for the WASSCE you have spent an entire 3 years of your life preparing for – studying is hard but for the first time in your life, you are enjoying it.

You are back on track with your Bible Study Plan. You stopped a while ago because you felt the Bible was an extreme sport and the fictional God who held all the power was very unfair and autocratic – he always had to have his way.

You are friends again with the annoying little twats who call themselves your sisters. They scream and kick and throw tantrums over the smallest of hurts – so much so that your head hurts from all their talk. What can you even do? Blood remains thicker than water…

You are simply living the life! Making money, making friends, making connections – targeted connections who are one day going to sponsor your trip to the white house when Michelle Obama is president. You are receiving gifts from the best but most random of friends (Let’s gently ignore the fact that you blackmailed them into promising to buy the router and the headset and the external hard drive. They all love you someway somehow, and from time immemorial, girls have been blackmailing boys for stuff – Mother Eve got Adam to eat the forbidden fruit, and even Herodias got the head of John on a silver platter).

Simply put, your life is perfect!

Then someone whose 6-year training certifies them to confidently declare things like, “You have Cancer” or “You have 6 infections” or “Your vomiting of blood can only mean one thing – you have been sexually promiscuous”, actually declares these. The doctor said…

Never mind the fact that you have are a virgin who is waiting for Mrs Right – if the doctor says you have had sex, you probably have had it. Maybe the sweet dream that woke you up last weekend was it. See? I told you the doctor is always right. You were sexually promiscuous because though alone in your room, you managed to arouse 5 girls who have secret crushes on you – just with your poetry.

Never mind the fact that you have a Creator who keeps insisting that his stripes have healed you – the doctor is just being real. You had A and B, and medical science dictates that Symptom A and B especially in a Patient with a family history of Z and a personal history of X is the classic presentation of Generalised Anxiety Disorder. So that must be it! You do not actually fear for your future… It is simply the disease talking. COVID19 has left the entire world uncertain, but you are not allowed to be uncertain because you have always been a person who is sure of who they are and where they are going. NO! You do not get to have an identity crisis too! You are way above that.

Dealing with doctors and their persistent negativity about your future can get really hard. In their crisp white lab coats, they speak in tones so grave that their words shatter your soul itself. The things around their necks can probably predict the number of years you have to live… Their workplace is even depressing. Their hospitals are full of ill people who always look morose, and their administrative staff never smile – they probably smile a bit now but because of their face masks, it is impossible to read the message their lips are conveying to you.

Enough about these underpaid workers. Let’s move into another dimension of reality: factual truths.

The man crippled for 38 years walked! He was in his usual state – simply lamenting by the well. Myth or fact?

The smelly woman with the issue of blood never saw blood stain her undergarments again! She personally made the effort to heal herself – she touched the silk garment of one random public speaker. Myth or fact?

The blind man saw. I’m not sure of the scientific principles that led to Blind Bartimaeus losing his tag as “blind”. Did the mud-and-spit mixture connect some optic nerves? Or did it remove the congenital cataracts that had caused people to shun him? Did the simple mixture smeared on his face fix his optic centre? Or had his parents even been lying about his blindness altogether?! Fact or fact?

I need to go see one other professional this morning at Bantama. So let’s end here.

And now, today’s message:

BELIEVE! Believe in the power that has brought you this far. Believe in the superpower which began a good work in you because he ain’t done with you yet. Wake up today and smile! My love, shine on! Shine on because you have life. Breathe in some newness and appreciate the beauty all-round. Write a poem today. Sing a song. And be grateful to be alive because the last enemy that shall be destroyed is death.

Have a joyfully good day!


Dedicated to all 16-year-olds who dream.

Special Mentions:

  1. Joshua Atabinore, I love you too!
  2. Munney & Nii, what would I do without you?
  3. KATH. People get healed there too!
  4. Afia Baah, my greatest stabilizing support.
  5. AGCM Korle-Bu, my heartbeat.
Lifestyle Lost.

Till Daybreak…

I felt numb. Like I was dying. All hope seemed lost. My entire world was shutting down. My whole heart was fragmenting into a million tiny pieces.

He said he would be here. He said he would sponsor me. He said he would…

He gave me countless assurances. That I should not worry. That God was in control. That he would always be here to support me. That he would forever hold me close… Hold me tight.

I believed him. With all my heart and soul. All the fibres of my inner being… I WAS NOT going to let this one go. I was going to do all I can to keep him. Resuscitation if need be… 1… 2… 3… Breathe. 1… 2… 3… BREATHE!!! But he was not breathing. I screamed, kicked, punched at walls. Yelled, wailed and cried. But he just did not wake up to re—

He just needed to assure me that it would all be okay. A re-assurance of my worth was not needed. I just needed, needed so bad to know that I had not failed. That I would not fail. That I simply CANNOT fail. Because of He who lives in me…

I was ready to go all out for it. Work hard. Pray hard. Live hard. Enjoy hard. Damn the consequences. And then GBAM!


He left me with no one. Nobody to hold. No one to cheer for me. No one to pull me up. No one to tell me I could do this medical school business. I felt angry. Then I said no, it is not true. It just can’t be. I am a medical doctor. I am an amazing, even phenomenal woman of God. Why do I, just me. Why do I personally have to go through this???? Where was Jeremiah 33.3 when i needed support? Why did it have to be this way? WHY????? AM I still a sinner? Have I committed some greatly grandiose and murderous sin that the Lord needs to punish me for? To teach me a lesson?

It cannot be. It is not. Because God said, and keeps saying that it is well with my soul. So Father Lord, I believe!!!! Just help my unbelief. In Jesus Name!

Dedicated to Kofi, and Isaac. The Lord always, always comforts.

#AkuaPokuahWrites #Tried&Tested

Also dedicated to my personal Barnabas, my personal Agabus and Paul. One unknown woman who keeps praying for me from far far away… WAYA ASKIN!! Always remember that someone somewhere is praying for you…

  • Never give up hope.