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Wednesday 15 April 2020

A GENTLE REMINDER



I like to read the words you wrote over and over again although someone
would think I shouldn’t
I like to read it over and over again
not because it’s the most pleasant thing I ever read
not because it’s the only piece I’ve got to read
but to remind myself daily
of who I am
and how much I’m worth
to bring me back to the realisation that I deserve better
to make me in awe of the strength I wield
to remind me constantly that an eagle must only soar with eagles and not feed with the hens
to remind me that I am a woman whose worth should not be determined by how someone chooses to
treat me
to remind me that while you exploit me
there’s someone out there who is gentle and kinder with their words
to remind me that this thing called womanhood is a blessing
to set me on the path to the mountain top
to remind me that I’m a woman who should not be scorned
to remind me that I’m gold
that I deserve better
to remind me of the day I set out on this path
a path to freedom to own my thoughts and feel my emotions
a path to strength where my strength is in my thoughts
thoughts of who I am
of who deserves me
of what deserves my emotions and attention
thoughts not to allow the impact of your your exploitation fill my head
not to allow the impact of your ill treatment push me under the bridge
a path to freedom
free from the bondage of abuse today and tomorrow
for now and the future
free from limitation
with no limits to my tomorrow
to clip my wings and prevent me from ever flying
I begrudge you not
rather I’m grateful for such a time
a time when womanhood will be scorned for another woman
a time when masculinity will be perceived as 'bolster' or 'benefit'
grateful for the reminder
the reminder to embrace and celebrate who I am
the reminder that I’m worth better
a reminder of my own strength drawn in my weakness from the wells of a dictator
a dictate to feminity
a gentle reminder
a reminder.....


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Monday 6 April 2020

FRANCISCA MUR: THANKS FOR THE COLOURS


I sit here to flip through this piece that I wrote for you
Thank you for the womb that birthed me
Thank you for all the years you've given me
Thank you for the things I have that I need
for the things I wanted which I have and for
the things I want which I'm yet to see
Thank you for all the tears and laughter
Thank you for the pins and needles
for the lonely nights and cuddles
Thank you for the spice and sugar
for the cold and warmth
for the dark times and the golden sunshine moments
thank you for the colours
for the colours of the story you're writing with me as the protagonist
for the colours of today and beyond
Thanks for Francisca Mur
Thank you for the colours
To the author of my life's book with love...









April 7, under lockdown in the era of the COVID-19 panademic..God is still ahead!
Happy birthday to all my birthday mates especially Duke Bright-Kaitoo, Maame, Obasi, Teddy...
Everyone, have a house party and have a blast!
Ghost Papa's Pizza sender,  please I don't like Papa's Pizza, I prefer Eddys. God bless you already!

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Friday 3 April 2020

YOU ARE YOUR OWN BEST FRIEND!



The other day, as a prelude to my birthday, I started sharing with you my lessons over the past three decades.

I couldn't share more after that because I have been busy engaging my internet service provider in a banter but I'm back to share my thoughts.

So here's another major lesson.

"Find God."
Find your God, on this journey, you will need him. You will need him in good times and bad times. You will need him through the storm and through the day.

I make finding your God  part of your life's journey because I have come to learn that we all need God in our lives.  Whatever your religious belief. I reiterate, I'm a christian.

I have lost so many loved ones on this journey, at their farewell services, one phrase has cut across; "We know you are in a better place." At times it was "God be with you till we meet again" the other one that baffles my mind is the "We love you but God loves you most" then "We know you are in heaven smiling down on us."

Look, no matter what you do, you shan't live here on earth forever. All these farewell messages point to God. I'm yet to attend a funeral where they virtually do not mention God. So if in death, you are expected to be with God, how do you be with someone who is a complete stranger to you? Find your God while you are here. Develop a relationship with him now, so that when your loved ones bid you farewell, and hope you indeed have gone to be with God, that would be the case.





Growing up in a Christian home, we started so well, along the line, life's escapades stole us away and we drifted but thank God for grace.

Because you don't know when you will need God, you had better find him early. Find him in these times of the pandemic when nations are seeking and finding him. Don't just live.. find God!

Another lesson is to be in awe that "people will not treat you the same way you treat them, treat them well any way."
So I remember years ago, when I applied for an online Proofreading job for non English speakers. I had arranged with a friend, one who was constantly propelling me to chase my other dreams. We would spend hours talking about how to reach those dreams, we got along because we shared similar talents. He was going to be on standby during the exam which was online, and where I needed help, he would text me the answer.

In the middle of  the exam, I got confused or so and contacted him. His response, "I'm sorry this is an exam for you, I can't help." In the middle of the paper, wow, I thought. I quickly phoned my friend Rina.  I wasn't even sure she would pick my call as she had a busy job because firstly, she was the one I was going to make that arrangement with, I didn't involve her because of her busy job.  Note that, I had no previous arrangements with Rina, but she picked up.  I only told her I was confused about something I was working on and the answer to choose. She endorsed my chosen answer. It was snappy and that was it.

When the exam was over was when I had the chance to think about what had just happened. A friend I had arranged with had backed out in the middle of the paper. He never gave me an explanation for his behaviour-I never asked. I moved on with our friendship.

I told another friend about it, I actually did not understand why he would pull out without an explanation in the middle, knowing how much I wanted that job and he reiterated that lesson to me. "People will not always have your back like you do theirs so you should learn to be independent."

Again, sometime late last year, I was applying for a course and needed to write a personal essay. I put it together and again fell on this same friend since he is in academia and was in  a better position to tell me whether the essay made sense or not.  He wanted to know whether it was for my Masters etc... You know the prying questions people ask when they want to know what you are up to. Unfortunately, I have become too private a person, it's a privilege knowing what I'm up to. I did not expect that he would be of help. I had sent it to some other people awaiting their response and he was one of those, although I was open to disappointment from him in particular, yes I was. I'm sorry but I couldn't help it. All the others got back to me.

I was right. He came back to say he had lectures all day and needed to teach so he would get back to me later. I heard from him later endorsing exactly what I had written. No editing. By then I had  already submitted my application  Months on, your guess is as good as mine.

While on this journey, you are your biggest cheerleader, and most reliable friend. People will fall back on their words with no explanation. They would still want to be considered friends and still ask for favours when they know you can help them but they won't be there for you. So you are either in with them or you are out.

Another major lesson for me has been "Don't tell people your business secrets, ideas or plans."  My friend, Ama(not her real name though) called me up one afternoon asking to partner with me on a project I was embarking on. She sounded genuine, according to her, she had the urge to start something and would want to partner with me instead. I was not selfish. I shared my ideas with her and the challenges of what she so wanted to venture into. She asked questions where she was unclear. Days on, she came back asking for the name of my project. That was the last time she spoke to me about that particular project. The next time I realised, she was on social media, didn't have the creativity to choose her own name, she had to steal a part of mine. Copied exactly everything in the pictures I sent her from costume to everything and she owned it for herself. Thankfully, I never told her about my goals and reasons for starting that project. I did not tell her about my methodology for executing the project, my long and short term goal  and those would later become the deal breaker for me.

Stop sharing your ideas with people who disguise themselves as aspiring shareholders or partners, whatever... Until there has been some sort of a 'Contract' binding you both, where you can sue for breaches in future if you have to. Don't share your ideas with people based on trust. You don't owe anyone! You are your own best friend!

Will be back to share my other lessons till then, don't forget to stay home if you can.

Well if you live in Ghana, you don't have a choice. Wash your hands often with soap under running water, cover your mouth with a tissue when you cough and dispose it off immediately. Sanitize your hands and of course, avoid touching your face....

Find something worth doing with your time during the lockdown so you don't die of boredom.




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Wednesday 1 April 2020

HOLDING ON TO YOUR DREAMS: YOU'LL GET THERE...

It's five days to my 3...? birthday and I thought I would use these few days to share with my readers some of the real life lessons I've learned in my three decades on earth.

Holding on to your dreams. I learned this lesson over and over again.
Growing up, I always said I would be a Celebrated writer, a Lawyer, a Sports Journalist, a Flight attendant...errm what again.

All those fantasies you have as a little girl.

When I left Legon, one of the things I wanted was to work in the Media space because I always wanted to go to Journalism school after SSS. Yet, my Alice would have none of that. She said I was her first and my siblings were going to take after me, a hitch or deviation from the norm was precedent set for my younger siblings, thus I ended up studying for a degree in Psychology and Political Science.

After Legon, I couldn't find a media job immediately, obviously, all the things I needed to do to prepare me for a media job were lacking on my CV at the time. Where was I when people were honing their skills on Radio Universe? After National Service, I decided to try my other passion. I grew up reading Nancy Drew, Secret Seven, All the Dean Koontz books and loved the sound of being a lawyer because you just had to read I thought. So I tried pursuing my law dream.

My first attempt, I would fail. I passed on my second attempt. How fulfilling it was to see my name, the 11th on the notice board of the University of Ghana Law Faculty. I had passed out of over 1000 applicants, I would discover later that I had to put that dream on hold until years later.

When I found a media job that brought to bare my writing skills, I was the only female among the men. Relegated to the background, probably the least of the best. If I would survive, I had to fight the norm. Women are the weaker sex, women cannot work under too much pressure, women need days off to marry, make babies and even on their period.

I held onto my dreams. Generally, what keeps me motivated as  a person, is for people to say I cannot make it. That, sounds like a challenge. I would prove you wrong and it becomes what propels me on to success.


My mother would tell me while I was a teenager, that the things people say I cannot do are the things I can actually do. That has stuck with me. I however thank God for the misplaced priorities of being in a Science Class. That taught me to dream and dream and work on my dreams because I realised then that I was in a place of not belonging where I struggled and struggled.

So for everyone I have met on this journey called life. For everyone who looked down on me academically, career wise, relationship, financially, socially whatever, thank you for pushing me to becoming the best Elikem I'm becoming. Your discouragements and times of beating me down with words have shaped me on my life's journey.

The other day, a friend, someone I've been on the same show with several times- people like that challenge you to come really prepared because their analysis of a particular book can send you wondering if you read the book at all. So, Regina put up a status on Whatsapp asking people to tell stories of dreams they held dear while growing up. People who shared their dreams were already living them, while others had veered off completely and others were finding their feet gradually. It made me realise the essence of holding on to your dreams.

I totally shelved my dreams and worked in different fields until I realised that in those fields, I did not find fulfillment, in those fields, I worked for the money, in those fields, I needed to only survive.

Today, I wanted to remind you that, after reading all the stories that Regina put up on her status the other day, one thing made sense to me, if we held on to our dreams, reminded ourselves that these are dreams we hold dear, and want to see through, if we woke up daily even if it took years, if we list them down and read them to ourselves and pasted them beside our beds, constantly reminding ourselves that, these dreams must come true. If we worked on them, no matter how long and how tough, if only we held on tight to them, then one day, those dreams would come true.

True in so many ways. If not how you envisaged it, even bigger and better. But once we stop dreaming, we stop living. Once we stop dreaming we're like chaff before the wind. Once we stop dreaming God stops coming through for us.

So I don't know what you might be going through. Did you reach your dreams? Are you on your way? Can you hold on and not stop dreaming? Could you still keep hope alive? Could you remind yourself that you are "amazing," " you can do it,"  " you can be anything" if you dream and believe it, you don't have to live according to the dictates of people who beat you down with words. You will get there.

You will get there. I'm personally not there yet. I haven't reached my dreams but then I just shared with you the power of holding on to your dreams. Dream on, I know you will get there.




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