My Favourite Romantic Novel

A garden filled with plants and flowers: big and small plants , beautiful and adorable flowers.
I yearned  daily to  be picked as people walked in and out of my life's garden.
When you first picked me, you took me home,
Nurtured me and placed me in the most beautiful and expensive of vases.
I blossomed daily.

The crowd gathers in celebration of the beginning of the writing of our romantic novel.
From near and far they gather to witness the star that we make out of each other.
With excitement they come to savour the beauty and strength in the power of two hearts that beat as one.

Today, I cannot promise that our novel will be easy to write, but I can promise all my heart's devotion to make it a success, because I like to be your favourite romantic novel so you can flip through all my pages with laughter.

I cannot promise a lifetime of sunshine, rain, gold, riches or wealth.
Indeed all of these I cannot promise but I can promise to be your favourite romantic novel of a love that's ever  true.
To grow old writing and reading our novel together.
With smiles to chase every tear away,
To dance in the rain and to hold hands through each tomorrow.

If they ever wonder why I would take this big step with you,
Let me forever be proud to let the world know that on this day,
I married my best friend,
The tune to my heartbeat,
My favourite romantic novel!!

With permission from  Calabash and Calabashena I'm posting this wedding read I did for them :)
Congratulations Mr&Mrs.  Amartey.

This is also for Evelyn and Ronald Budu.

Mend Your Glass

I was preparing the usual Sunday afternoon fufu and whilst I stirred it on fire, I had to stop once a while to wipe the tears that streaked down my cheeks. Life had thrown at me one of its worst moments again. The inevitable had occurred and I had to pick up the broken pieces of that glass I had held so dear to patch them up again.

      I knew the pain would not last forever yet there was no way I could end it. I cried out in the glare of people, especially my family. With time I learned to grieve within and not show it on the outside. I lost a lot of weight from a complete Uk size 12 to a size10. I only realised it on the morning when tragedy befell me and I was taken to the hospital.

    Yet after the dark clouds came my sunshine again. I picked up the broken pieces of the glass right after I got discharged from hospital.  On I began again,  to mould my glass back into shape.  A year on I have moulded it into a more beautiful and stronger glass. Only you know what went into moulding that vessel, and so protect it, even if you let oters drink from it.

  At other times, it is the people you allow access to your precious piece of ornament who actually  are the problem.  People who do not know the true essence of valuing what others give them because perhaps they themselves as individuals do not even know the worth of their own priceless assets,let alone learning to value others’ precious jewels.

No wonder the good Book says “don’t cast your precious pears before swines.”

     Or you know what, some people will always want to drink from different glasses. Yes and others would just not cherish your glass. So cherish your glass. Pick up the pieces and remould it.

Have you had your glass broken by some undeserving person? Have you carelessly given it out to the wrong people?  Or have you ever had your glass broken through no fault of yours?
Your glass could be anything that you value: Your life and trust, which you expect  others to cherish  too: a spouse or girlfriend, friends,career,business and many more.

My glass has been moulded, I'm drinking from it but this time I learned to let only deserving people drink from it lest they break it and cause me to go through the same traumatic experience that took lots of effort, determination, persistence and self worth to mould again.

Have you ever had your glass broken by some undeserving person? Have you carelessly given it out to the wrong people?  Or have you ever had your glass broken through no fault of yours?
Whatever it is, pick up the broken pieces and put them together. You never lose by doing so. You only hurt and learn.

A few hours ago, my two little friends; Getty and Ohemaa bid their mum farewell. A tough day it has been for them. Praying God comforts them even as they grow up without a mum. This is for the two  cuties:God will take care of you, yes I'm sure he will...xxxx