OBSERVER'S CORNER

Oh, let me tell you a little story about the fascinating nature of human beings. You see, if you feed an animal for a few days, it will remember your kindness for a long time. It's like a tattoo on their little animal minds. But oh boy, when you do something to endanger them, they'll develop a hostile attitude towards you that will last for ages. Talk about holding a grudge! Now, let's talk about humans. They're a whole different breed, I tell you. They have this incredible ability to remember only the highest bidder. All those little important things you do for them? Pfft, gone with the wind! As one wise Ghanaian president once said, we humans forget easily. Unless, of course, someone does something that hurts us to the core. Then, oh boy, we remember that forever! I have this vivid memory from my childhood. I had this close friend, you know, the kind you share all your worries and secrets with. Well, little did I know that those secrets would end up being spread aroun

Poem by: Naa Doodua Doodu Why feign concern when you don't truly care? Why do you enter and exit as whims take you there? My mental health wavers on this tumultuous ride, They appear, then vanish like an illusive tide. Enough of this circus, it's tearing me apart, I'm trapped in the darkness, losing myself, and my heart. It attempts to summon the monster within, But I resist, not letting the darkness win. Those who stand by me when the beast seeks its way, And those I wish to care for, come what may, Should I abandon the caring few for the unknown? Or keep moving through life, toward hope, not overthrown. I fear self-destruction, letting the caring ones down, I'll endure, for this too shall pass, I won't wear a frown.

The choices we make today will determine the rewards we reap tomorrow. It's incredible to think that we hold all the power to shape our lives and pave the way for a fulfilling future. Life may not always be smooth sailing, but we can transform it into something truly beautiful, depending on the decisions we make. Lately, I've noticed a remarkable surge in the desire of young people to serve God in extraordinary ways. Let me tell you, these young individuals hold their destinies in their own hands, and with proper guidance and nurturing, they can truly experience the best that life has to offer. Extraordinary service to the Lord isn't limited to the confines of the altar; it extends to every aspect of life, including marriage. I've had the privilege of engaging with a few individuals who have shared their heartfelt aspirations. Their stories have left a profound impact on me. They yearn to be unique, to stand out from the crowd. Those who are married emphasize the import

In the vast tapestry of existence, there comes a pivotal moment when the masses suddenly feign concern for your well-being. They gather around, pretending to be interested in your every move, desperate to know how you are navigating this thing called life. They want to determine if your life has transformed into a masterpiece or a chaotic mess. However, when you dare to share your thoughts and worries, only a select few bother to extend a helping hand. Ah, yes, the post-high school era, where people are excessively eager to pry into your academic pursuits. They pretend to care about your next step on the educational ladder, but let's be real, their interest lies solely in what they can gain from it. They believe that by offering their assistance, they will somehow reap immediate favors or future paybacks. It's reminiscent of that time when a person of influence asked a friend to join the army, only to reveal ulterior motives. Surprise, surprise, he wanted to squeeze some cash o

Have you ever pondered the perplexing phenomenon of individuals who seem to be immune to advice? It's as if they possess an uncanny ability to know it all and be perpetually right. These folks are masters at justifying even the most heinous of actions, simply because they believe their every word and deed to be the ultimate truth. It's mind-boggling how they struggle to acknowledge their peculiar behavior, yet readily accept it when others exhibit the same quirks. Allow me to regale you with a tale from my own experience, a memory that remains etched in my mind like a vivid painting. Several years ago, I found myself in the company of a group of young individuals for a program. Among them was a member who possessed an uncanny knack for spotting inconsistencies in the actions of others. However, when the spotlight turned to him, suddenly those very same inconsistencies became invisible. My insatiable curiosity got the best of me, and I couldn't resist confronting him about h

Poem by: Mawuena Quist In the room of ignominy have I shut the portal from praises. Left alone, the mirror on the wall stripped naked from all the pride. My face comforted in my palm I have left because my pride cannot be sublimed in this shame. Outside the chamber from sitting on the bed of roses. But here I am being suffocated from the pageant smell of dead mice. Running from ostensible affection and here am I resting on a couch waiting to be removed from my leg nail. The nail of self-gratification a deception of self-love claim incurred from the fake humans in the mind. Is no night but I have shut the door hoping for the victory of light. But I am going to die if I vanquish darkness since I am my darkness and I do not want to fail to prevail. What if morning comes since nothing lasts except change and so the morning light will end my life? Oh, I am rather on a train! Do I stay on it and reach my destination of death?  Or do I jump from it to meet my untimely peril? I have no certain

I have heard some incredible stories about the enchanting scenes that unfold within seminaries, but let me tell you, this one was an absolute marvel. I was utterly astounded by what I witnessed. Just imagine this: an all-male choir, their voices resonating with such power and grace that they could rival the very angels themselves. Who would have ever thought, right? Most people assume that seminarians spend their days solely in prayer and indulging in meals, but let me assure you, there is so much more happening behind those sacred walls. I had the extraordinary opportunity to personally experience one of these musical events, and let me tell you, those who arrived with their innocent hearts left with an overwhelming sense of pure joy in their souls. The music that filled the air was like a sumptuous feast for the spirit. I was completely captivated, by witnessing people dance away their sorrows and worries. It was as if we had all been transported to a realm of pure magic, a blissful