Loss taught me about the frailty and transient nature of man. It taught me humility. It taught me about the urgency of service, of touching lives, of mentoring, of legacy. Of making hay while there is still sunshine and life.
Having the courage to speak one’s mind is as important as knowing when the time is right to do so.
People will doubt you, but do you doubt your own self? People will insult your integrity, but do you trust yourself? If you are at peace with yourself and with God, you can be at peace with the world.
When the future you see is worse than the present, one begins to worry. And, oh, I speak of Ghanaian politicians. The tadpoles are out-jumping the toads.
Words are cheap but they gain greater worth when they first minister to the speaker of the same.
Loss taught me the strength of faith. Faith in a God who understands. Faith in a Saviour who gave His all. Faith in a Comforter who walked by my side.
Loss taught me the value of tears. Just as the rains come down to wash away debris and dust, tears unleashed can bring relief.
Loss taught me the priceless value of friends. I would have lost it but for my friends.
Loss taught me. It taught me that I won’t have people around me forever. The good I need to do to someone today, I may not have the opportunity to do tomorrow.
Loss taught me. Loss taught me that death comes to both the old and the young.
Our mental blocks are more formidable than the physical ones. Bob Marley said it when he asked us to emancipate ourselves from mental slavery. You first think what you become. The physical starts from the mental and the spiritual.
Don’t cause wealth loss to your generation! Life is too short to be little. You have an impact to make on your generation and the time to start was yesterday.
Don’t under-rate the scope of your influence in your youth. Don’t think you have all the time to make a difference in this world. Recognize that both brown and green leaves fall to the ground.
Don’t wait till you have grey hair before you believe people will take you seriously because scientifically, grey hair is a sign of old age and not necessarily of wisdom.
Our beliefs about our abilities and the capabilities we have are usually the limiting reactants in the chain reaction of our lives.
When you have defined yourself, circumstances don’t define you – they only refine you.
Stupidity, once it overcomes its initial state of inertia, is sustained by its own momentum.
My cardinal belief is that it is the natives of the land that till the land best, with passion and meaning. The advanced nations of this world built their countries by the sweat of their indigenes.
It is only by our hands that we can build this continent to the standard that we envy and admire in the advanced countries.
Come to Africa and help! Wherever you may be in the world, there is something you can give back to the continent that gave you a name and an identity, at least.
This stupidity of sounding a siren and speeding through traffic with a coffin must be an African speciality.
I learnt years ago not to use logic to understand African politics.
Rome was not built in a day, but it was built everyday.
The politicians will reduce effusions with gbeshie-inspired confidence on political platforms if there are no cheering crowds.