Archive for September, 2012

Embrace Your Failures


Occasionally something completely outside your control will cause you to fail. Most of the time, though, it’s you. And that’s okay. Every successful person has failed. Numerous times. Most of them have failed a lot more often than you. That’s why they’re successful now.

Embrace every failure: Own it, learn from it, and take full responsibility for making sure that next time, things will turn out differently.


Ayomah’s Story (Sequel 50)

                          Crossing the Atlantic Beach at Gun Point.                          

Somewhere, in some village, a woman is bleeding to death after giving birth due to the lack of proper medical attention. Somewhere, in some village, a man is marrying a fourth wife when he can barely afford to take care of his three other wives and their 17 children.

Somewhere, in some village, a two-year child is dying of malaria—a disease that no longer exists in the developed countries. Somewhere, in some village, a 90 year-old man is getting up from his chair in order to land his old, married and saggy lips on a 14 year-old girl who was forced to leave school in order to get married to him. Somewhere, in some village, a cocoa farmer is walking five miles to work each morning and uses axes, hoes and machetes to farm the land.

Without proper documentation to go through immigration, we were advised to wait until well after mid-night, so that we could crouch over beach sand along the palm-lined beach shared by Ghana and Togo close to the waters of the Atlantic Ocean into neighboring Togo. It was indeed a breeze-filled atmosphere, and tidal waves would sometimes displace our bearing. It was difficult to know whether we were actually heading into the Ocean or actually crouching beside it.

A threatening voice came from the Ghana side of the border, or was it from the Togolese side?

“Everybody, stop where you are, or else we will start shooting.”

 We knew these border guards would never shoot. Money had already changed hands before our arranged passage. We were 9 in number. I was the youngest and the darkest. With little money to pay for my stay in a hotel, I had no choice than to sleep in the open close to the beach. Beach sand became the bed on which I laid on, whereas the open skies became the blanket with which I wrapped myself.

To be continued…