I strolled from one female ward to another, looking for a patient who was kind enough to give me her medical history – a comprehensive picture of what she suffered from to generate a diagnosis. I almost gave up when six patients I almost attended to pulled their cover cloths over their heads in an attempt to avoid me. I entered the last ward and saw a cachectic elderly woman about five beds from the entrance of the ward, smiling nicely at her breakfast. I took advantage of the smile and smiled back at her with a pen in my right hand and a paper in the other hand. She put her bowl of porridge on her cabinet and told me she was done when I urged her to continue with her breakfast reassuring her I had all the time.
For someone who looked so sick and wasted, her smile was so touching you could see through to her soul. I sat beside her bed and gave it a quick scan. “The surroundings of the patient can tell you what was wrong with the patient” – a lecturer of mine would say. A well-kept bed with the cover cloth folded neatly at the foot of the bed and a King James Bible just beside her pillow.
She had noticed there was a bulging mass in her right flank seven months ago which progressively increased her abdomen in girth. Also, she had lost significant weight over the past five months with other symptoms of spontaneous bleeding from her genital tract and pain in her spine. I knew at the back of my mind’s eye, these constellation of symptoms were likely to be caused by a malignancy.
I proceeded to ask her why she had not been to the hospital earlier and she responded she had been in and out of prayer camps thinking she was being attacked spiritually by a family member, however she sought medical help when she realized her symptoms got worse. With the way she was so forthcoming with her history, the expected interview between the woman and I emerged into a dialogue where we talked about God.
I asked her if she knew what was wrong with her and she dished out the diagnosis of a late stage ovarian cancer. “The doctors say I’m going to die” with a smile. Stunned, I probed further to ask why she looked so joyous when she knew she was going to leave this world. She replied “I won’t die yet my grandson, God would heal me and this would be my testimony” I revised my lecture notes and recalled 83 women in 100 were likely to die in the next five years, but this woman’s faith was as enduring as a rock. Stunned, I thanked her and walked to my room.
Faith, a five lettered word comes from a Latin word fidere which means to trust or believe. Faith in the bible is the confidence in what we hope for and the assurance about what we do not see. This definition is imprinted in the minds of many people but do we really understand what this means?
Love may be the greatest thing in the world, but faith must of necessity be the first. Without faith, it is impossible to please God. Faith is living, it moves, operates and progresses. If we are to put an end to our mental and intellectual twist and turns and allow God to have his way in us, we won’t languish the way we do. Faith is that mystical quality only God can produce and give, for we walk by faith and not by sight.
We have become so headstrong with knowledge that we try to explain how the world came into being with science, trying to take the place of our Maker with our small feeble minds. God is far greater than anything we can understand or imagine and His ways are far above our ways.
It takes faith to believe you would wake up unscathed the next day when your neighbour was attacked and killed by a gang of robbers the previous night.
It takes faith to believe you would rise and soar above that malaria that kept you in bed for just a day.
It takes faith to believe the car you are seated in would not skid off the lane and ram into an incoming vehicle just because the driver dozed for five seconds.
It takes faith to believe that the fever you developed some minutes ago was because of the heavy clothing you wore and not leukaemia.
It takes faith to know you have excelled in an examination you sat for some months ago with a pencil when everyone else used a pen.
It takes faith to know you would survive a month on the 100 cedis you earn when the school fees of your eldest son is 500 cedis ‘only’
It takes faith to know your newly wedded wife would give birth to a bouncing baby boy the next 40 weeks when others have been married for 30 years without a child.
The challenge I face everyday is how to build real faith, if there’s any at all? And not to dodder when an ant passes over my feet in the dark. I know there’s more faith needed to endure this life. It is my prayer He showers me with His gift of faith because He is a rewarder of them that diligently seek Him. I have to feed on His word – meditate on it day and night and put it into practice.
Have you learnt the lesson of drawing on Jesus for the needs for your life? Have you realized that your life everyone considers a failure can be boosted by just a grain of faith, that they hide from your radiance? Trust in God today and He would never let you down. That’s a promise! None of us knows what might happen even the next minute, yet still we go forward. Because we trust. Because we have faith!
“Faith is not the belief that God will do what you want. It is the belief that God will do what is right.” – Max Lucado
Enjoy your day!


Humans! Science would say we belong to a Family characterized by a complex brain, an erect posture, the ability to move with our two legs and the ability to use our hands effectively. Our complex brains enable us exhibit extreme forms of reasoning, problem solving, language and different cultures through learning and interacting with the society.

I ask myself who is a human being? Religion says we were created in the image and likeness of God – meaning we were made to resemble Him in every aspect. Who has moved to the highest of heights to visualize the nature of God seated on His throne?

The image of God sets man apart from the animal and fits us for the dominion He wants us to have over the earth. Our life on earth is a journey of the soul. The soul or spirit is the passenger being conveyed by the body – the vehicle and mind which steers the body at the helm of affairs. All three are intimately connected and cannot work in the absence of one.

What is our purpose on earth? A multi-million question that may take an entire lifetime and even some few seconds of the after life to answer. Well, the answer could be very simple – to glorify God! Someone would ask what it looks like to glorify God?  In lip service? Or in doing good to your fellow man? Or Do I live my life day and night, sturdily obeying the Ten Commandments? It’s something I am still trying to figure out.

Life begins when a sperm fertilizes an egg. A mechanism that starts the maze of life. We take anchor in the comfortable environment of our mother’s tummy – a land flowing with milk and honey where we simply have to roll and kick as we are fed with what we need for nourishment and growth.

After 9 months of intrauterine life, it’s expected of us to exit this congenial atmosphere and face the harsh conditions of life which we initially respond to by crying but the placenta would have given up on us already saying everything that has a beginning has an end.

Our nature moves according to the law of opposites. After day comes night, heat after cold, female after male and death after birth. Some have it the easy way right after birth; just live. They are born into affluent homes where silver spoons are glued to their mouths till they die. Others have to battle the acerbity of life till they give up. Which starts with the watery diarrheas and whooping coughs they get because they dwell in unhygienic places to the stings of scorpions and bites of snakes when they sleep on in the farms they work in. If all the money in the world cannot buy a meaningful life, what can deprivation teach us?

Again, I ask what is our purpose on earth? All other forms of creation have limitations except humans. A dog is born a dog and dies a dog either being stray or faithful to a master. Flowers would blossom, die out and new flowers blossom again. Grass will rise and fall and birds keep making the same nest for millions of years.

Meanwhile we humans have progressed from the primitive days of hunting with clubs, living in caves and eating raw meat to this new age of screens and life in the air. Although we have moved ahead at a full pace towards modernization, more and more people keep falling sick each day. Hospitals are choked with people suffering from benign conditions to engulfing malignant maladies. Could they be complications of modernization? Just a food for thought.

So what is wrong with our lives? Why are we out of sync with what the good Lord has for us. Is the purpose of life to pursue happiness through enjoying fine foods, rich clothes, music and entertainment or to while away time as we sleep when things are  still being discovered?

God does not want us to live in a ‘personal bubble’. He has great things planned for us. Because He knows our end from the beginning. The Bible is the story of everything. It is about how we personally have a specific purpose in this life.

We were created for a reason and free will was given to us as drivers of our destiny. Farmer, Lawyer or Doctor? One would ask concerning his growing child but have you ever taken the time to know what God has for this child?

God gave King Solomon great wealth and great wisdom. He found satisfaction in the things He tried but still wondered if there was more to life in his quiet and undisturbed moments of reflection. Are these physical and temporary things really why I was born?

The only way we can rise above this maze is to return to God and discover our original purpose because the good book says God tends for us to be like him. We have no idea as to what the future holds for us but we know we will be like God.

I know God is offering me a fulfilling future. He wants me to commune with Him on a daily basis, pray to Him about everything unceasingly and abide in His word as He remains the true vine and me, a branch. It is about being God’s child now while looking forward to the promised future.

I am going to stop seeking God with my own purpose and lie quietly in the boat as He moves me on the roaring seas. I would stop restricting myself to that ‘personal bubble’ and look for God with my whole heart for I know He stands at the back of the door of my heart knocking..waiting to enter however my corrupt nature and some personal decisions of mine keep pushing Him away. I would give up everything that keeps me away from the love of Christ and discover God’s purpose for me.

In the words of Amit Ray, “It does not matter how long you are spending on earth, how much money you have gathered or how much attention you have received. It is the amount of positive vibration you have radiated in life that matters.


Have a blessed week!


Everybody falls sometimes

Gotta find the strength to rise

From the ashes and make a new beginning

Anyone can feel the ache

You think its more than you can take

But You’re stronger, stronger than you know


Dont you give up now. The sun will soon be shining

You gotta face the clouds to find the silver lining


I’ve seen dreams that move the mountains

Hope that doesn’t ever end even when the sky is falling

I’ve seen miracles just happen

Silent prayers get answered

Broken hearts become brand new

That’s what FAITH can do


It doesn’t matter what you’ve heard

Impossible is not a word

It’s just a reason for someone not to try

Everbody’s scared to death

When they decide to take that step out on the water

But it will be alright.


Life is so much more than what your eyes are seeing

You will find your way if you keep believing

Overcome the odds you don’t have the chance

When the world says you can’t

It will tell you that you CAN!


Even if you fall sometimes, you will have the strength to rise


Kutless – What Faith Can Do




That man don’t love you like he need to
If he ain’t following Christ, he can’t lead you
I ain’t tryin’ to deceive you.


I know he look better than most men
But without Christ, looks are no reason for bragging and boasting


You got your heart on him
Now you can’t depart from him
You knew from the beginning not to even start on him
Compromising your faith for sex
Hurting yourself and God
Cause you outside of marital context
What’s next?
Mami show respect for your body
Instead of getting naked and naughty
Like sex is a hobby
You know what you’re supposed to do
Let him loose and cling to the God that wants to get close to you


You’ve been blessed as a chosen few
Mami, if ain’t rollin’ with Christ
Then don’t let him roll with you
Cause you’ve been blessed as a chosen few
And if ain’t rollin’ with God
Then don’t let him roll with you


I know you’re the apple of momma’s eye
A star in your daddy’s sky
But God knows you living a lie
You giving a guy, everything your husband deserves
It’s absurd
Don’t follow your feelings, just follow The Word!



You wanna be in a relationship
Well, you can give him your all, but how deep can the relations get
If your God’s on the sideline
You won’t be happy I promise
Until you understand, that God is the lifeline
He ain’t pleased with lust
So even if it feels right
Remember, he ain’t pleased with us, when we
Let our emotions loose without a ring on the finger
It’s only gonna come back to sting ya
Don’t let the singers sing you sweet lullabies
Without giving The King’s sweet love a try
It ain’t none better
Who else you know, that would give up his life
Just to love you forever



I know you thought that y’all could win together
Y’all been together
But all y’all do is sin together
You’re wasting your own time
You keep deceiving your mind
Saying that this is part of God’s design
Knowing he treating you good
Know his ways is nice
But he can’t love you like he should
He’s not engaged to Christ
And you know this ain’t the man for you
But you hold on like God ain’t got better plans for you
The whole worlds says ‘you should be dating’
God says you should be serving him while your patiently waitin’
Everybody rushin and racin
Huggin’ and kissin’ and hold hands, all before their days end
Yea, I know it’s hard but TRUST
I wouldn’t waste my breath on this song if it wasn’t a MUST



The same God that made you
The same God that died for your sins and saved you
HE ain’t tryin’ to play you, WAIT!



Your ready to go’… wait!
Can’t take no more’.wait!
I know it’s hard but, God is never late
Don’t follow your feelings’wait!
Just follow HIS Will and’… wait!
Girl, serve the Lord and don’t anticipate.


Lecrae – Wait 🎧🎧

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It’s 12:31 am, the 29th of November, I’m awake because I cannot sleep. Well I haven’t really slept very well for a week because the burden feels heavy, the baggage? bigger! “Come to me, all you who are burdened and I will give you rest” Right now, I feel God is talking to me than ever before.

It all began some weeks ago when Grandpa was rushed to the hospital because he kept vomiting blood. The diagnosis we least expected was a liver cirrhosis. A liver cirrhosis is a condition where your liver gradually deteriorates it gets to the point, your body pulverizes! The benefits of having a healthy liver is immeasurable.

When you are in the medical practice, the least thing you can presage is a miracle because prognosis would hit you right in the head with reality. But miracles do happen. There are success stories!
I had to visit him every day to ensure He was okay. There was one day I almost broke into tears when he held my hand, closed his eyes and whispered to me He was suffering, He wanted to relinquish life. 90 years of life was a developmental breakthrough.
I wasn’t in any position to decide this but the human reaction to that is to reassure. He was admitted for a week. From a Sunday to a Sunday, until His soul passed on. Rest in Peace, Grandpa. I know you are beaming with smiles in the bosom of the Father.

Next, Mum wasn’t feeling well. The connection to her father was just amazing. The drugs she was taking didn’t seem to work. She was down hearted. “You need a positive attitude and a tinge of optimism before you can receive healing”. She was taking an antibiotic but she kept coughing incessantly. Well, she is okay now.
Next, my Auntie was admitted with a diagnosis of diabetic ketoacidosis. A complication of diabetes mellitus. She defaulted her drugs; so suffered an episode of vomiting and abdominal pain which led to her incarceration in the hospital. I had to visit her to cross check her diet and medications just to make sure everything was fine and in place. She was discharged the next two days.
The next target were my puppies, 9 of them started losing weight even though their appetite was enough. One would think of hyperthyroidism but that leaves the question: Do dogs have thyroid glands? A verterinary officer was called upon to impinge them with antibiotics however we lost two of them.

Then, there are lots of rehearsals which kept draining my little energy left. I feel I have to declutter my life but absolutely there’s no chaff.
My sleeping and eating habits were affected because I was thinking too much and surprisingly, learning too much. Too much because I’ve never learnt like this my entire life. I think I don’t open up to people because I have realized bearing and dealing with your problems alone is a sign of strength. It feels like slipping down a muddy wall on your way to the top. There’s no stepping block to hitch on.
The sun rises and fall, the wind waxes and wanes and the rains beat and fleet but God still reigns and rules.
Just 2 days ago, a mentor and friend. Mr Joseph Dante visited me in school. Coincidentally, we met at the school’s entrance just as, I returned from home. I wondered why he visited but It looked like He had been sent from above. He had a message.
He encouraged me to keep up the good fight. “As a Christian, a lot of challenges come your way to build you up and make you strong. To make you soar while the others lope and faint. Sorrow may last for a night but joy comes in the morning.”
So, I would keep leaning on you, God no matter what. Just give me the strength to endure this period because I believe there’s light at the end of this dark tunnel.

“No pain that we suffer, no trial that we experience is wasted. It ministers to our education, to the development of such qualities as patience, faith, fortitude and humility. All that we suffer and all that we endure, especially when we endure it patiently, builds up our characters, purifies our hearts, expands our souls, and makes us more tender and charitable, more worthy to be called the children of God… and it is through sorrow and suffering, toil and tribulation, that we gain the education that we come here to acquire and which will make us more like our Father in Heaven” – Orson F. Whitney

Have a blessed day!


It’s 2:52am, I keep tossing and turning in bed, because sleep, a cohort was not being friendly to me. This throws me back into some few months ago, as I try to hark back on my life. A Christian I know I was, but I felt God was not speaking to me. I had entangled my mind with self-doubt that it reflected my inner self. I’m naturally a quiet person but I seem do just fine around any kind of person. What they call adaptability. I wouldn’t usually start a conversation but if you see me alone quiet in a corner, you wouldn’t like to know what I was thinking about. The weirdest of things. This throws me back to 6th August last 3 years ago.
As a growing Christian, I was born again alright, attending church every Sunday. Well, not every Sunday. Doing what every Christian was supposed to do. But I really could not grasp the Christian life. What it meant to live, move and have your being as a Christian. I did my quiet time when I felt like it, just because my conscience told me I had missed opening my bible for the past 2 weeks.
It was on this day, I woke up after a dream I couldn’t comprehend, so the next thing, to do was to flip through my Bible naturally. “Trust in the Lord with all your heart!” sounds like a cliché which rings in our ears every time.I wondered why God was not speaking to me just like the others. And I wondered how it felt like to hear the voice of God. I prayed to Him to make this day a testimony, so I knew He was real. A short prayer I said, as I continued my day. Little did I know, God was effecting his way.
The morning was a normal one, nothing remarkable. I continued the novel I had started 2 days ago, ate and watched television. It wasn’t like I expected anything magical to happen. Then, it was 8pm and as usual, I expected to hear the noise of my dad’s engine and 2 honks of a horn so I knew the man was in. I sat in the living room waiting as my siblings went to bed. 8pm,9pm, 10pm..I phoned my Dad and he said He was on his way, so there was nothing to worry about.
As I wait, I hear a different horn, so low pitched and noisy unlike before. Wondering why he would change his car for this. I went out and I met a man carrying a large box full of documents who appeared to be my father, alighting the taxi he just paid for. The usual question everyone would ask left my lips “Where’s your car?” “Let’s go inside Nana,” he said.
The usual me, would wonder the 99 possibilities that could have befallen his car before he picks out one and dishes it to me. “Thank God I’m alive at this moment, the place you should have seen me is the hospital” my pupils widen as I wait for the completion of the story however what followed my silence was a gallery full of pictures. And the car was absolutely in a mess beyond repair. What could have caused this mess?
Just like a narration, the story is revealed, He was in the usual traffic jam returning from work when an articulated truck tried to stop two cars behind his. Apparently, the driver had a faulty big car but his legs were so short to step on the brake. His brake failed him and his car’s angry reaction to that was to step on and pass over any car it spotted in sight. Eye witnesses said it looked like a scene in the movie “Transformers”.
The aftermath of the stampede of the car was disastrous, it left so many cars in a maelstrom but just a few people hurt. Amazingly, the right side of his car from the front to the rear end was totally destroyed leaving his side intact.
After the narration, He told me to catch some sleep after I advised He have an X-ray taken the next day. Entering the room, I felt happy for two reasons; Just because He was alive, and because God had spoken to me in a different way. He chose the thundering earthquake when there was the still small voice, He normally used.
I said a thankful word of prayer and went to bed. And I actually went to bed with my eyes wide open until it was morning. He took the x- ray the next day and He was totally fine. No fractures in any bone. From the cranium to the talus.

Let us never forget to pray. God lives. He is near. He is real. He is not only aware of us but cares for us. He is our Father. He is accessible to all who will seek Him.”
― Gordon B. Hinckley

Have a great day!

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I check the clock smiling above my pillow, 5:05pm it tells me as I contest with my eyes just to keep them open, scanning my phone to see who was disturbing my sleep. I had slept for only 10mins and a migraine was imminent. I marvel at the name that pops up on my screen; why was she calling me at this time? Was she getting married? It had been 7 years since I last heard from her. Why her contact was still on my phone? I had no idea.

I say a nice hello as I latch on the call but what welcomes me is a despairing “Hello” followed by an outburst of tears. “Eliezer, Eliezer! I’m dying. I prop up in my bed as I anxiously turn over the phone to the left side of my head, with my right hand groping for my shorts which would lead me to a spot with better network coverage.
Surprised, I asked her “What was wrong? And remained speechless over the phone. “Always give the one in trouble the opportunity to talk without interrupting” She then replies “Eliezer, I have HIV!” dropping a dead note just like that.
I take a seat in my balcony, astonished! not knowing what to say. I could have asked how she got the HIV, but that would be so silly of me, knowing HIV was transmitted through unsafe sex, sharing needles and blood transfusions.
I take in a deep breath and tell her to tell me about everything starting from the top. Everything that gets to an end obviously has a beginning. How everything happened? Why she thought she had HIV and how she was diagnosed?
She then starts, “Eliezer, you have always known me to be the church girl, walking up to the podium and singing in church. Serving the Lord always with my voice and heart.”
I’d known her to lead bible studies back in primary school and anytime she led a prayer session, the ground trembled and hell broke loose. The Holy Spirit would just descend and pitch tent in our midst because of her voice.
She had been in this state until she entered the university 6 years ago, when the scene became so green to start a new life without the influence of her parents. On one hand, I felt her parents had been so hard on her. Bringing her up in the Lord was very necessary but she was too oblivious of the other side of life, where the wolves and scorpions paced.
She had 3 other roommates who were so different from her. From their hair to their feet. All of them had cars and changed their hairstyles weekly. Well, she thought they were pretty and aspired to be like them.
She started school attending mass every Wednesday and Sunday and any other day she learnt there was any activity at the chapel and she prayed unceasingly just like before. But now she attended church once in a month and that happened only when she didn’t go on expeditions with the roommates the night before.
In church, she wouldn’t pay attention…Not judging because sometimes I know I do same. because she was busy texting the guy she met the previous night. Then her weekly outings turned into a daily avocation. She started going out almost every night and got back to school drunk. Her course mates and church friends became so concerned they approached her, but they were turned back in a way they never imagined. Who ever wondered she would be the villain.
All this time, she didn’t know what she wanted. I know it sounds fictional like a story waiting to have a bad end but it is real! Well, even as bad as she was, the good news was, she was smart enough to hide her continence from guys she met at the club.
Then one day, this cool looking guy in his white Benz approaches her as she returns from lectures with her friends. Seeing the ‘fine’ guy in his car carried her away. What was life with this guy going to be? He offered a lift which she accepted willingly.
Then they became friends, and then they started dating. She promised herself she was going to stay a virgin till she got married even though she went out and did everything bad.
It just took a snap of the finger. A relationship without God is in shambles. They weren’t praying. They were just there. Watching movies, doing sleep overs and others. The stuff people who think they are dating do on campus.
Before she realized, she was sleeping with this guy every day, and it felt good she did not want to stop. Her roommates became concerned and warned her but she was in her own world.
Like it was going to last a lifetime, she sadly learnt, her dear boyfriend had another girlfriend. I mean a Christian girlfriend. This revelation sent her crazy. She went over trying to destroy the relationship but this Christian girl was so glued to him.
Disappointed, and with no one to turn to, she decides to re-dedicate her life back to Christ. “Come to me, your weary ones and I will give you rest” and she starts singing in church again. Even better than before!
She was in this happy Christian mood until she decided to have a health screening organized on campus, some weeks ago. She had her blood pressure checked, her BMI, blood sugar…everything, but unfortunately HIV was unfriendly to her. It fell like a time bomb, a plus (+). They pulled her aside and told her She had HIV.
All she could do was to look dazed and slowly return to her room, pick up her phone to call me, her long-time friend. After listening to her story, I prayed with her, however referred her to come to the hospital the next day, so her HIV was confirmed and then she could start HAART. HAART – highly active anti-retroviral therapy was not expected to cure her HIV but prolong her life by suppressing the growth of the virus.
She sighs (the harm had already been caused) and readily decides to visit the hospital the next day. She thanks me a million times and hangs up her line.
Now my battery which started at 85% is now 5% and blinking angrily at me. I dash for my phone charger and then go back to bed.
Have your HIV status checked and get treated if you are positive because HIV is real.
Based on a true life story.
Enjoy your weekend!

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What do you do
When you just don’t understand

And what do you do
When you just cannot explain

And what do you do say
When you just don’t have the answers
Through it all, keep on trusting God

What do you do
When words can’t ease the pain

And what do you do when you wake up
And things are just the same
Seems like it just won’t get any better
Through it all, keep on trusting God

What do you do
When life questions your faith
And all the dreams you had
Seems like they’re drifting away
It takes all of your strength
Just to make it through the day
But through it all, keep on trusting God

What do you do
When you cried all you can cry
When you have to wear a smile
When you hurt deep inside

And what do you do
When there’s no one you can call
Through it all, keep on trusting God
Yet will I trust Him
Yet will, yet will,
Yet will I trust’
Keep on trusting God
Through it all I will trust You
Through it all I, I will trust
I’ll trust Him
No matter what I go through
I’m gonna keep holding on,
Through it all
I will keep, keep on trusting God
Though it’s hard, keep on trusting God
Through it all keep on trusting God
trusting Him
I know it’s hard
keep on trusting God!


Deitrick Haddon – Trusting God


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It’s 6:57pm and the last day of the month of October. I look at my wrist watch after jogging for 57 minutes. I feel so burned out, but I am proud of a feat as such, especially in school. 57 minutes and counting! The maximum I could do was 30mins and this usually happened after I’d had a long sleep prior to running. “I know I can do this!”. However, my body confesses “Eliezer, you have reached your limit, you can do this another time.” I know there’s no other time to do this. It’s now or never!
I lope so hard and complete the last lap finally ending at 7:00pm. I feel pleased with myself. 1 hour of jogging non-stop! Well I would never have envisaged this happening! Reminiscing my past, I could pant so hard after walking for just 3 minutes. The ”problems of being fat’ are endless. I had lots of friends because they loved to look skinny any time they walked with me. I’m now jogging for 60 minutes with a feeling so high spirited people wonder if I plan to compete in the next national marathon.
Well I started jogging 4 years ago. After a loooonng period of inactivity of probably 10 years. Eating was my friend and companion. My brain could practically not tell whether I was bored or hungry. People used to bet over the large volumes of food I could eat. I felt so much joy eating.

I couldn’t play soccer back in high school; not because I wasn’t good. Well, I was better than most of my mates but my energy level immediately dropped from 100 to 1 every time I kicked a ball. I could heave and puff for so long everyone thought I was dying. I wondered why everyone else could play so actively but not me.
Post hoc, I would return to the dormitory and finish 2 bowls of kenkey- a local dish known for its satiety with ease – The gratification!
Then, one day during vacation. I borrowed my dad’s jogging shoes in an attempt to achieve the impossible with my fat body. I planned to run for 10 straight minutes, not even jog, and return home. I felt I was on cloud nine already, did a few push ups – 3 actually without breaking a sweat.
Then I set off. Suddenly, I started to feel dizzy after jogging a few centimetres from the gate. The world kept spinning and running in circles that I had to hold a wall to keep me from falling. My heart kept hitting hard against my chest. My stomach and legs felt so sore. “Was I burning calories already?” I asked myself as I slowly moved back to my room and continued my sleep.
I never went jogging until I got back to school. Eugene, a good friend of mine introduced me to jogging again – in a different style. He could jog for 40 minutes or more and move around afterwards like nothing had happened.
I would set the alarm at 5:30 am, however sleep could overwhelm me so much, water had to be poured on me to wake me up. I would then sulk walking 85% of the journey and jogging 2%. What I did with the rest of the journey, I have no idea!

Then I made up my mind, If he was doing it, I could do it too! He wasn’t less human than I was. He was a sports boy back in high school so he had an earlier start. I could do this, I kept encouraging myself.
I made it a daily routine, jogging at least 10 minutes every day. “Start low and go slow”. I ran every day until it became a habit. I would return feeling so sore that I slept throughout the day without attending lectures – My dad isn’t supposed to see this.
Jogging felt so good I wanted to do it often.

Now, I was jogging both in the morning and evening. 15 minutes in the morning and 15 minutes in the evening. Sometimes I would get so tired, and skip jogging for 2 solid weeks. My body, in response, would bounce back into its former state- just like a yo-yo.
How was I to unravel this mystery. The curious me kept reading about how to lose weight in various forms. The meal therapy. The water therapy. The no – sleep therapy. There were so many remedies I never knew of. So I gladly tried all, which were all exercises in futility. The yo-yo effect was so strong!
Then I let go of the bitter pill. I was ready to accept the outcome no matter what. Just keep jogging, no matter what. “Anytime I jog, it’s for my own benefit” I would say to myself whenever I started the journey.
Then, I started to jog for 20 minutes a day – in the morning, I cut down my food intake – The most painful part, and I started taking in lots of fruits.
I couldn’t see the effects but I was changing! I had lost so much weight now, that everyone who saw me asked if I had fallen ill recently. It’s amazing how everyone links losing weight to falling ill.
Physically and mentally, I was different! They say the key to a sound mind is a healthy body. Studying was less difficult now. I could walk for miles and jump rope for days, feeling so proud of myself. I checked my weight very often. It started from 90 kg dropped to 85 and finally to 70kg over the last two years.
Currently, I jog more than an hour and resume daily activities like nothing really happened. No matter how hard the journey may seem, all you need is a speck of resilience, determination and persistence. It can be done. Forget failure! If things don’t work out the way you want, hold your head high and be proud, try again. And again. And again!


Nothing in this world can take the place of persistence. Talent will not! nothing is more common than unsuccessful men with talent. Genius will not; the world is full of educated derelicts. Persistence and determination alone are omnipotent. The slogan Press On! has solved and always will solve the problems of the human race. – Calvin Coolidge

Have a wonderful week!

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20th October 2016, It’s 12:36 pm I return from the ward and realize I have 3 written assignments to complete, each demanding at least 3 hours to be completed. An untouched project work hiding in my locker plus a reading assignment .. I have a class in the next 25mins but I don’t know how many hours I’m sitting in – might last 2 hours or more.

I’m so hungry I could eat a whale if it was served with rice on a plate. My head keeps pounding probably from the nap I had the previous night. I feel dizzy, the blood vessels in my eyes are visibly pulsating, the carotid arteries in my neck keep hitting hard that my head bobs up and down.

I look up to the skies and wonder where my help would come from? How am I to face this journey alone? A few months to go until med school is over however our interactions with our lecturers always end in tears.

Sleep keeps giving up on me. My body tells me to read more because I know less. My head reminds I have to continually read but my mind says “I’m done for!”.The spirit is willing but the flesh is very weak. I need Your strength because I’m breaking down. I thought I had everything under control when the semester started 3 weeks ago. Why the sudden twist? I’m weak Lord!

Then, I saw a Good News Bible just beside a pillow which appeared to be mine.I realize it’s been a while I read it, been a while I heard God’s voice. Am I ready to communicate with Him? I need strength!.

He then says

I know I have strength to face any difficulty that comes my way. I’m writing my name in bold at the bottom of a blank sheet and handing it to You Lord, to fill in. No matter what obstacle you have to overcome, just lose hold of the grip at the end of the rope and leave everything in God’s hands and I know He would never let you down.

I want to cultivate a deep sense of gratitude, of groundedness, of enough, even while I’m longing for something more. The longing and the gratitude, both. I’m practicing believing that God knows more than I know, that he sees what I can’t, that he’s weaving a future I can’t even imagine from where I stand.

Don’t give up!