Now, I stand...

For a few weeks I have envisaged writing again. I have always felt that the written word has an effect that gives me a sense of creation, freedom, expression even, the kind that I rarely get to give in real time truth. The moments of a day are cramped with agendas and intentions, yet when I take these few minutes to gather my moments in one prose I feel my whole self, engulfed in a conscious moment of now, and my frequency as a being almost validated for spending that time truly with me.

As the days went by I found that my intention was strong, but like a man sitting on the edge of a bank he has to cross, yet remains seated there for hours wondering and being anxious of what he is about to embark on and find on the other side, I sat, waiting….

Then I remembered a story from my Dad. It was 9years ago and I was about to leave my home for the distant land of Ghana. My decision had come from my heart and I was so excited to go at it by myself for the first time, to discover, to remember, to learn and to make a positive difference to this new world. My excitement was however not shared by my parents; naturally they were scared and the more I tried to explain and convince them, the more it took its toll, my Mum went mum.

Sitting in the car with my Dad, he asked me if I was sure this was what I wanted to do. “Why not get a good job here son?” ,“why not pursue your studies further in a more conventional place”….”Because this is what I want this is my time”… “Right then..” and he told me the story of him at my age and the conversation he had with his father…about setting out on himself.

He had just finished High school, in those days jobs were not as hard to find for a guy who could read, so he got an offer at the post office to be a clerk, then also got accepted to University. Confused he went to his Dad for council, “what should I do Dad, take the job or go to University”…”Son”, “ I have done the best I can for you, to take you to school and all that begets this new system, I cannot tell you about places I have never been…and you are now at a place I can only let you go forth. Bigger decisions are coming as you venture to the new world, so, I believe you will know what to do”, and he went to University.

The world keeps changing, now faster than ever before, it’s like we are all about to head into a new world and like the man on the bank who waits, or the young man who seeks council, we are not sure of what lies on the other side, its ok to be scared, its ok to be anxious but it is vital to remember that bread of the future is ground by the mills of the choices we make now. So I stand up to be counted and head to the bridge I shall cross to this new world….and I make the choice to start moving…step, step…ohh I am already on my way… it will not be easy, am sure, but it will damn sure be amazing and pray for strength and the honor to find the good fight, I will show up..I will keep crossing this and other bridges, for no man crosses the same river twice, for it is never the same river, and he is never the same man…godspeed!