Some things I hear just repulse me.
Clearly, the problem can only be from upbringing. So, some parents are out there actually teaching their male children that they are superior to every woman they meet and have the right to try enforcing that superiority wherever they go and meet a woman ? Why am I even asking this question ? I know for a fact that this is real ‘cos I’ve seen it with my own eyes before. A guy wants to help his heavily pregnant (even pregnant oh) woman with house chores, parents roar : sit down ; a man must not lift a finger when there’s a woman around ! Really ?? Is that what defines a man ?

Do you know what FEMICIDE (female homicide) is ? It is the act of killing a woman just because she is a woman. Yes, in some latin american countries it is that bad because the men are thaught to view women as valueless objects. El Salvador heads the list followed by Colombia. I think there should be a word such as FEMIBUSE which would be defined as the act of abusing a woman just because she is a woman. Heehee…

Anyway, on to my rant.

What’s this thing about “you don’t talk to a man this way” or again “learn how to talk to a man” ??๐Ÿ˜• I could understand if what is being said to me is ” you don’t talk to people like that” or “learn how to talk to people” ‘cos verbal abuse is wrong no matter the gender of the one being abused and the one doing the abuse . Right ? Or does it only become wrong when it’s a man being verbally abused and the abuser is a female ??
Maybe there’s something I’m missing here.

Yes I kow, men have an ego and you many times have to massage that ego to get even things you rightfully deserve. Forcefully stating your rights to them doesn’t work sometimes but that’s not what this is about. This isn’t a piece about knowing your way around a man’s ago. I ask, Is it my duty to massage the ego of every man I come across just because they are men and I am a woman ? I don’t think that’s something I should be concerned with if they’re not my head in any way.

If you are a man and you’ve been thaught that your identity as a man is found in you lording yourself over every woman you come across, you’re only setting yourself up for a lifetime of fustration.

The men who like quoting the Bible as a support material to their thesis of why a man is SUPERIOR TO/ THE HEAD OF EVERY WOMAN, please take another try at reading your Bible and understand very well that the only woman the Bible gives a man authority over (as a head not as a slave master or as an employer over his employee ; meaning he is responsible for her, leads her and takes care of her physically, emotionally, financially ) is the one he marries.

Being a man doesn’t make you “SUPERIOR” to or give you authority over every female you come across. If the younger females in your family decide to treat you with deference because you are older than them, that is another matter all together. I hope you don’t go about trying to lord yourself over every woman you meet. You will only fustrate yourself. As long as she is not your wife and you don’t clothe her, feed her, lead her, care for her and possess a legal document saying she is to defer to you (marriage certificate) , you have no such right over her. Are we together ? ๐Ÿ˜’๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜Œ

If you remember nothing at all from all I just said, please remember this : A MAN IS NOT THE HEAD OF EVERY WOMAN HE COMES ACROSS. Your headship ends at the gate of your home and maybe office. Make life easy for yourself.

Good evening.

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Dear God, yesterday like many of the days before it, was one of those days…awful.

I didn’t feel like having my quiet time, didn’t feel like reading my bible, didn’t feel like going to church. The devil kept saying a lot of things to me. Memories triggered by some occurences in my life lately allowed him to repeatedly spit into my mind the phrases : you are worthless, you have no value, nobody wants you, they’ll always leave you, you are all alone, unloved, unwanted, you don’t matter…and a whole lot of other mean things. I tried to talk back and let him know that he was a liar and that you loved me but to be honest, I was weak. Weak and unsure of my own confessions. I started to remember all the times…all those times he seemed to be right. I cried again ” FATHER, who makes sure I am okay ? Who encourages the encourager ? ”

You seemed to be silent but then the answers started coming in when I went out just for the sake of being outside. I decided to stop by that new KFC to eat something, take my drugs ~hmm, those drugs~ and fight the daily dizziness I’ve been experiencing. As I walked to sit down after making my order, I felt someone hold my hand in the alley. I looked down and there was this pretty little girl in a white dress looking at me and smiling as if I was the most wonderful person she’d ever seen and as if she knew me. I was surprised and smiled back and asked her how she was. She was with her dad who also smiled at the scene. And then it struck me, this was the second time in the week.

A similar thing had happened to me few days before in a banking hall after I had put on my okay face to get through the day. This little boy just walked up to me and wouldn’t stop smiling and waving at me. Before I knew it, I was smiling back. The innocence and kindness of a child. They see you and they just love you.

As I waited for my food, I logged on to social media and can’t remember how I stumbled on this video telling me the exact same words of mummy in a prayer she said for me years ago and which I had tried repeating to myself that morning : “Don’t carry your burdens. Jesus has carried them for you”. The video added “you are very precious to me and I love you”. You don’t need to be a genuis to guess that my face was wet by then.

I came home to see a message from an amazing someone I had so been waiting to hang out with, saying she was in town and I couldn’t help doing my little dance even though the chances of us meeting are slim at the moment. It gladdened my heart just to know that. Lord, you did not come down to wrap me in your arms…you did not stand before me with a loving smile on your face like you did sometime ago in one of my many dreams but throughout the week and yesterday, your love resonated everywhere I went . You actually heard me calling on you.

This morning as I woke up, I remembered a word Samuel Afrifa shared with me years ago as we walked on legon campus for an outreach. He said somebody said that we all used to be thoughts in God’s mind. If you were a thought in God’s mind, imagine how long He had to hold on to that thought to bring you to materialise. Scientists agree to say that the earth was formed billions of eons of years ago. Now, if you substract your age from those years, how many would be left ? Uncountable, right ? That’s how long God held on to the thought of you until he made you a reality into this world.

We’d all agree that for someone to hold on to an idea/a thought for that long without giving up on it and forgetting a single detail about it, that thought must be MEGA important. That’s how important, how valuable you are to God ; in fact, that’s just a fraction of it. Therefore, instead of using your time and energy focusing on someone who thinks/says you are unworthy of being a priotity in their lives, that you are no longer worth their attention, effort, care and time, why not look to the brighter future ? Why keep cutting yourself on the blade of their “I don’t care(s)” ?

For every one person who thinks that way of you, there is someone out there, a friend, a lover, who thinks you are invaluable and who (will) adore you so don’t block their way by missing the door that just opened or is about to. And then THERE IS GOD. Your father and Lord who calls you “my sister, my friend, my bride. You are all together perfect and there is no flaw in you” though He sees all of your shortcomings, yes, all of them without exception. I however have to remind you just as He reminded me, that as precious and priceless as you are to Him, the person who hurt you also is in His sight. You may not like the sound of this but it is true. God loves them just as much as He loves you. Remember the OUR FATHER prayer ? Forgive us our trespasses ๐Ÿ‘‡

Am I saying you have to forgive that guy/girl who hurt you so bad ? Yes. What if they don’t ever try to make things right or apologise ?

Will the pain will go away immediately you decide to forgive them ? Eeerm…that is the not so fun part : no ! Forgiveness is a process. My daddy said to me : it’s like scooping sand out of a bowl full of it, one scoop at a time. So everyday, as you take out a spoonful of forgiveness, you’ll be taking in a spoonful of healing. Slowly, the wound will be closing back. Yes, you’ll be left with a scar but it would only be proof that you made it. ๐Ÿ˜Š Let me even give you a tip to speed up the process: PRAY FOR THEM. Yes, pray for them and remember that you are a

Here is a little something for you ๐Ÿ˜‰ :

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Two tears drops were floating down the river of life. One asked the other, “who are you ? The second replied, “I’m the teardrop from the girl who loved a man and lost him. Who are you ? ” The first teardrop replied, “I am the teardrop of the girl who got him”.

That’s the way life goes, isn’t it ? We cry over what we don’t have, not realising we might have cried twice as hard if God had given it to us.

~ Excerpt from THE WORD FOR TODAY DEVOTIONAL by Pastors Bob and Debbie Gas. Message of the 8 September 2017.

This excerpt right here might be of 2017 but to me, it is timeless. It says so much about life and how we ought to trust God.

What is it that you are crying about because yoy couldn’t achieve it and another year has ended ? Who set those deadlines for you ?

Relax dear, God isn’t now about to start putting the plan for your life together. He isn’t a child trying to fix a messy drawing and who would have to use an eraser over and over again. He is the Master painter and his hands never tremble.

The canvas of your life ? He’s already painted. Painted in indelible ink because that’s how sure the painter was/is of himself and of his masterpiece. God didn’t have to second guess himself…pause and contemplate…try out different colours when he made this painting before the ages began. If God had to erase a single line off the canvas of your life, He wouldn’t be God. He wasn’t just “trying something out” to see what would come out of it when He made you. He knew what He was doing.

As you enter this new year, I want you to keep this in mind : You are a gift God delights in. He has a plan He made for you even before the foundation of the world. This life you are living right now ? It’s all just a reenactment. The premiering was done long ago and it was perfect. You don’t believe me ? Read this ๐Ÿ‘‡

For we are God’s masterpiece. He has created us anew in Christ Jesus, so we can do the good things he planned for us long ago.

Ephesians 2:10, NLT

Happy new year to you and yours !!! ๐ŸŽ‰๐ŸŽŠ๐ŸŽŠ๐ŸŽ‰๐ŸŽŠ๐ŸŽŠ๐ŸŽ‰๐ŸŽ†๐ŸŽ‡๐ŸŽ†๐ŸŽ‰๐ŸŽ†๐ŸŽŠ๐ŸŽ‰๐ŸŽ‡๐ŸŽ„

CeeJ ๐Ÿ˜‰๐Ÿ˜™๐Ÿ˜™

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I look at the woman in these pictures and I love her. I see her smile and I’m in luuuu ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜„.
Let me read you another chapter of her story today.

Hi. Maybe you saw one or more of these pictures on any of my social media accounts yesterday. Can I share something with you ? Something I have sttrugled with sharing for a long time. I’d like to tell you what you don’t see behind these pictures.

One of the secret fears I sttrugle with and still sttrugle with is wearing sleeveless clothes to go out . Actually, wearing anything that shows off certain parts of my body is a problem to me but when it comes to sleeveless clothes, it’s like a nightmare. Only my family and some close friends know about this.
It so happens that God has given me these beautiful arms that everybody else seems to enjoy touching but me ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜„. They say it gives a sensation they can’t describe. My brothers enjoy doing that to me the most. Oh how I hate them during such moments ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜ฌ๐Ÿ˜’. They become like sttuborn flies that won’t go away no matter what .

You know what ? The Lord has been teaching me to be bolder these days and if anybody has a problem with that, well that problem is just theirs, not mine.
I have spent the greatest part of my life so far, obliged to listen to a very important someone I won’t name, tell me how awful this body of mine looked even when it was nothing close to what it is now until I one day choose to bang my fist on the table and say ” ENOUGH”. I still didn’t rise from the chains of a lifetime of verbal abuse immediately but I have come a long way.

Before you say anything. Listen.
I have tried hatred for this body. It didn’t work. I tried anxiety. It didn’t work. I tried depression. It still didn’t work. I tried starvation. It did work but not for long. These are but a few. I even tried anger against God. I wake up wondering why I get to go through all this and some people just get to “sit slim” . I wondered why they don’t have to lift a finger to look the way they do while I almost always have to keep an eye on myself. I felt it is so unfair but that still didn’t change a thing and it won’t . As my friend Peace would say : one day, everything will make sense. Right ?

God knows the number of things I have tried out. I’d rather not describe some of them. When I was a teenager, mama would go something like : look what you’re doing to yourself ! You’re begining to look like jelly. In my head I’d think : I don’t care. As long as this stuff works, I really don’t care. Yeah, it was that bad and still is sometimes.

What’s happening now ?
I can confidently say that I am gradually becoming another me. The me that won’t put being happy on hold till I am 10 or 20 or 25 kg lighter. The me that will be happy even now. The me that won’t allow others to tell me how they think I should look. In the past, I would have joined them in putting this body down but not anymore.

Have I become that me yet ? Not totally…still on the way.
Do I still have breakdowns about how hard it is to look in the mirror and not see the body I used to have and want to have ? Yes ! Quite often. It is scary and lonely sometimes. The temptation of going back to the old negative me is present everyday.
But to be honest, being miserable and inflicting depression and anxiety on myself won’t make the extra kilos go away any faster. So I choose to be joyful for as long as I’m stuck with them.
ร‡a prendra le temps que รงa prendra*.

Having the body I have has thaught me how easy it is for people who don’t even know you to judge you. One time too many, I’ve had to listen to people call me names and make fun of my skin colour and figure. I’ve had to listen to them tell me or others how my looks are probably the results of me being a sluggish and lazy person.
However, the funny truth that is hard to believe is this: to be honest and without wanting to brag, many of the slim or “normal” people I know would give up if we went on a jog/walk together or if we just started one of the many crazy diets I’ve tried together. Lol

There are certain things people just can’t understand unless they’ve been in your shoes and having an endomorph body is one of them. How do you let someone who has eaten all they wanted their whole life without putting on a single extra kilo, understand how come your body gets bigger by just perceiving the aroma from your neighbour’s kitchen. How do you make them empatise with the fact that you gain extra pounds that will take forever to come off just because you looked into your fridge ?

Some of you reading this will be touched and start to view people with love handles differently. Others will make fun of this and go on being rude and hurtful.

Ainsi va la vie*. My last words ? Next time you notice a girl or boy who always dresses a certain “weird” way, try not to make fun of them. Tell yourself that maybe they are fighting battles you have no idea of ; battling with complexities you may never have to deal with in your life.

Before you call them names across the classroom or street, walk a mile in their shoes. A mile during which you are trapped inside a body that won’t cooperate and let you show an “acceptably beautiful” enveloppe according to this world.

Maybe you are on the other side of the spectrum, trying to add on some curves. It is okay to do that. I won’t say give up your fight just like I won’t give up mine because it’s not just about physical appearance but about health as well but while you’re at it, still love yourself. I am talking about present tense love. ๐Ÿ˜‰โ˜บ

#LovingAllOfMoi ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜. #LovingMyselfBboldly. #LovingThemeThatIamNow. #PresentTenseLove #Shamelessly #Sleevelesly #AgreeOrNot #StareOrNot๐Ÿ˜Šโ˜บ

*ร‡a prendra le temps que รงa prendra : it will take the time it must take

*Ainsi va la vie : such is life

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Yesterday on my Facebook wall ~Constante Gakpo~ I was telling you how you should appreciate what you’ve got and be grateful for it ‘cos you have no idea how somebody somewhere is dying to have that same thing you look down on/don’t like about yourself .

I remember during my first year in Ghana when I was staying in a hostel, I used to admire this roommate of mine for her figure so much ; she has this guitar shape figure ๐Ÿ˜„. I didn’t wish I was exactly like her but to some extent, yeah. Until one day she told me something that stunned me. She said : you have no idea how I wish I had your legs. You don’t know how much I love smooth legs.

I went ๐Ÿ˜ฏ๐Ÿ˜ฒ๐Ÿ˜ฎ๐Ÿ˜ฐ. Logically, you can guess that she’s a lady with legs lovingly adorned with some curly hair ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜„. This I heard some people would kill for as well but here she was, wanting my hairless ones instead.

I never thought my legs were anything to be desired and envious of.
You see ? This is all I meant. Daddy is always telling me how it is not even right for someone to wish they were not as they are but like someone else instead. He really has a point here. You don’t like your arms ? Someone simply wishes they had arms. You don’t like your hair ? There’s a cancer patient who would gladly have them for a transplant. You get my drift ? Remember also that gratitude opens the door for us to have more while ingratitude does just the opposite.

Someone made a joke saying: women with straight hair want curly hair. Those with curly hair want straight hair but men are very simple : They just want the hair on their head to stay ๐Ÿ˜‚.

I think all of us would gain so much by trying to be a lilttle more like men in this regard. Just be content and grateful for what you have. Some of these things, we can’t even change about ourselves (our bodies).
Easier said than done. I know ๐Ÿ˜‰๐Ÿ˜Š.

The note for today is : Love on yourself and whiles you are at it, do it unapologetically !!! ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜˜

Good morning !

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Hey guys. Another quick note here. I just posted this on my Facebook wall a few minutes ago. I was simply posting new pic and then came up with this. Keeping you guys posted like I promised to . So help me God ๐Ÿ™Œโ˜บ

When you fine…you fine ๐Ÿ˜Ž๐Ÿ™ˆ๐Ÿ™Š.

This is me on a normal day. Ready to step out. I took these pictures yesterday in the afternoon. The products used are not all branded or high end make-up.

Expensive make-up is not the trick. The real trick is expert hands. Do the best with what you have. Anointed is not equivalent to “no make-up”. The fact that you don’t use make-up doesn’t make you more spiritual than I . We are to sing out the praises of His glory with every fibre of our being so let’s sing out loud. For a long time when I was still very young and maturing in my walk with God, I was wrongly thought that real christians don’t wear make-up, weave-on(s) or wear stylish and fancy clothes. You should look and have the appearance of meakness. Those things were of the devil and every woman who wears them will end up in hell. I managed to stick to these rules and so many others for years but then there was no true joy within and the Holy Spirit is the spirit of joy and gladness, not the opposit.

I had to be honest with myself. I knew who I was ; someone who loves dressing up and looking good at all times so then one day, I began to gradually break out of that shell. God showed me through a vision he gave an older lady friend that I was actually packing up empty paper boxes on my head. I started to question everything I was thought and started to break free.

Having what can be referred to as having the “appearance” of spiritual maturity doesn’t make up for actual spiritual maturity. Looking raggedy is not synonymous of being spiritual. Ask Queen Esther who had to bath in essential oils and spices for a whole year before meeting her King and catching๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜ his heart with one glance. Was queen Esther a woman of God or nah ? Was she vain ? ๐Ÿ˜ Read Esther chapters 2 to 8 but the chapter 2 especially. At a very critical time, God delivered the whole of Israel through her.

Alwyas looking dapper and attractive to your husband to be starts now, not when you meet him. Habits are not built in one day. Don’t think ” Oooh, when I get married, I will do it “. Woboa* ! ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜œ You never learnt how so how can you ?

People mostly come up with this argument: ” you should be okay with how God created you “. True and that would apply if I was doing something like cutting my body to try making myself into an entirely different and new human being such as what goes on with butts and breast implants or sex reassignment surgery.

Wearing make-up does not mean I don’t know I’m beautiful. What would you say to a cancer patient who has lost all of their hair and eyebrows then ? That getting this fixed with the aid of make-up and hair implants etc. is a sin ?

Woman of God , you can love God and looking pretty. It’s not a sin. You can love God and beating up your face. It’s not a sin. The sin would be you allowing it to become a god to you. That’s lisensciousness *eish. Hope I got it right ๐Ÿ˜‚* For eg : if you have to use your tithe to buy Anastia Beverly Hills’ latest eye shadow palette dier…daabi. Watch it. ๐Ÿ˜ˆ

*Woboa: twi for “you’re lying”

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Hi guys. This is JUST A QUICK NOTE ~ number 1


A man of God told me the story of a lady who came to him crying and saying she felt as though ” GOD HAD SMEARED MUD IN HER FACE ” only for him to dig deeper during the counseling session and find out that she and her boyfriend (now ex) hadn’t kept the relationship pure as they were asked to. They decided to have sex a few days to the engagement ceremony because : “ah well, they were almost husband and wife so what’s there to preserve again?”. So after the act was done, the guy broke off their engagement two days to the ceremony and she felt God had failed her. He was the one to blame. The truth of the matter is the answer the man of God gave her : “God didn’t smear mud in your face. YOU HAVE SMEARED MUD IN YOUR OWN FACE.”

It hurts but it’s the truth. That’s how many of us ladies ( and guys as well ) behave. We go about doing our own thing. Jumping over every hedge God has placed there for our own safety and when it blows up into our face, when we break a leg, we don’t want to take responsibility, we want the compassion but not the correction and lessons. We turn around to accuse God and cry : God, why me ??! Why did you let this happen to me, Lord ?!! ๐Ÿ˜ข๐Ÿ˜ข๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ญ

Some things I see happening around break my heart.

You know very well, that man doesn’t believe in your God. You go ahead and marry him, praying he should have an encounter with your Jesus ? Which counselor deceived you like that ? That God didn’t mind and that He had blessed your union anyway ? I’m sorry but you pushed God out that relationship, the day you decided to do things your own way.

Being able to worship God together with your spouse on your wedding day is one of the most beautiful things ever. Now, on your wedding day you are worshiping God alone, singing praises and lifting up your hands and your husband just sits there ‘cos he can’t even join you ; he does not believe in the Jesus you are worshiping. How sad ! How terribly sad ! We are sadening the Spirit of God; breaking His heart ๐Ÿ’”๐Ÿ’”๐Ÿ’”๐Ÿ˜ข. Sis, God never said date/marry him to change him. There’s no such ministry.

Now, how about when you have kids ? What will they be thaught ? To believe in Mummy’s God or ignore Him because Daddy doesn’t believe in Him ? Have you thought about that ?

Share the good news with that guy, pray for Him and leave him to have his own encounter with God. You cannot convict a man of sin. That’s the Holy Spirit’s job and you’re not Holy Spirit Junior. Don’t fool yourself. Unless he truly changed and got saved (truly exibiting fruits of salvation) before you guys started dating and got married, marrying him will not change him ! You cannot change a man ! In fact, the only man you can change is your 2 year old son/brother/nephew who still wears diapers. Don’t go ahead and do your own thing and then tag God’s name to it, expecting Him to bless it. It doesn’t work like that. Feelings are deceptive but I am also aware feelings and emotional attachement are very strong and powerful things.

Consult God from day one before you get down there ‘cos if you allow feelings to cloud your mind, and your discernment, your spiritual antennas won’t intercept the message when God is speaking. Breaking it off then would be harder and hurt a whole lot more.

Another thing however is : how can you hear from God or enquire of Him if you don’t have a relationship with Him ? That’s why cultivating your relationship with the Lord is paramount ; be intentional about spending time with God. Make that a priority so your heavenly Father can guide you.

I know waiting is hard. It can break you in ways you have no idea of. I know it for a fact ; but settling doesn’t solve anything. Wait on God’s best. Trust in Him. Trust that He will do it beyong your expectations. I have to tell you this even if it hurts your feelings. There are things more important than marriage and every decision you make now resonates into eternity. Slow down and pray. Choose to honour God so He honours you. May God preserve you sis.

I love you but Jesus loves you more.

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In the Ga culture, The marin deity is a male


Hello people. So yesterday, I put up a post on my facebook wall about this year’s Chale Wote festival and of course I am not surprised it didn’t get many supporters because spiritual things are spiritually discerned and so I also know that even after putting up this second long post, some people will still disagree and that’s fine.

I however, feel the need to talk about this whole thing more extensively so that people see why I said what I said and understand it wasn’t just some arbitrary opinions. And of course, I’ll speak from the Bible’s point of view since I am a christian and what I seek to do is promote the cause of Christ.

Let me first of all say that (an) this art festival in itself might not be a bad thing if we consider the fact that it could also be used to promote Christ and the right thing. The issue comes from what it is being used to promote ; namely spiritism this year.

Media and arts are pillars of society and they have a hugue influence on the youth so great care must be taken about what is being projected to them.

I will start with the a lilttle biographie about the art festival.

Located directly east of the Korle Lagoon, Jamestown is where it all happens. Jamestown is one of the oldest districts in the city of Accra, Ghana and is primarily inhabited by the Ga communities.

Chale Wote is a Ga expression meaning โ€œBuddy let’s go.โ€ For the past 7 years, Art of different forms have been parraded at Chale Wote around this time every year.

Let’s see what the Bible has to say about spiritism which is clearly the topic of celebration of this year’s festival (well, this year’s own is the obvious one ).๐Ÿ‘‡๐Ÿ‘‡

Galatians 5:19-20 (TLB) But when you follow your own wrong inclinations, your lives will produce these evil results: impure thoughts, eagerness for lustful pleasure, idolatry, *SPIRITISM (that is, encouraging the activity of demons)*, hatred and fighting, jealousy and anger…

Let’s read another version

Galatians 5: 19-21 Now the works of the flesh are evident: sexual immorality, impurity, sensuality, idolatry, *SORCERY, enmity, strife, jealousy, fits of anger, rivalries, dissensions, divisions, envy, drunkenness, orgies, and things like these. I warn you, as I warned you before, that those who do such things will not inherit the kingdom of God ( NKJV )

Did anyone read the word SPIRITSM in the first version I shared from ? Spiritism is listed as part of the works of the flesh.

The New King James uses the term : sorcery while others use the word “witchcraft”. Yes, you read right ? So the Bible’s stance (which I believe is also yours if you claim to be of the christian faith) on this matter is very clear. Verse 21 further says what the consequence of taking part in such things are. Now, it wouldn’t bother me much if people of the world (every other faith) defended this event.

What bothers me is that christians who are supposed to know better are promoting this. It is sad to see how ready we are to jump up and defend anything evil as long as it has a cute, fancy, fun or intellectual name attached to it and once it is presented to us under the guise of culture, science or arts.

Evil is evil. Call it so. There’s no point trying to find the good in it ‘cos there is none. Forcing yourself and others to do so is what is called “compromising” (blindly).

If you as a christian, are ready to place your culture and traditions above the word of God just because it’s where you come from or you have a family member, a friend or yourself actively or passively taking part in this, then what does that say about your faithfulness and where your allegiance truly belongs ? If you keep chanting “Christianity is the white man’s religion, let’s preserve our culture, our african heritage lest we loose it” , will your culture take you to heaven ?

Is it Christ you will owe an account to or the stake holders of this culture/tradition you are fighting for ? And who said Christianity is the white man’s religion ? In case you are yet to find out this is a lie, please read your Bible and do some research. Christianity was present in Africa long before the white man came. Read about the Euthiopian eunoch and many others (Acts 8: 27-39).

The fact that something is part of your culture/traditions doesn’t make it legit and right. You need to use discernment .

The Bible even says something about that as well in Matthew 15: 3 “…Jesus answered and said to them, โ€œWhy do you also transgress the commandment of God because of your tradition? ” This was the Lord’s answer when the Pharasees accused his disciples of not respecting their fahters’ traditions.

If after you have given your life to Christ, you still hold on to and promote things that are against His word just for culture or tradition sake, then you are yet to let His word renew your mind and truly get rid of your old self. Let me also make you notice that this year’s festival is the 7th one and 7 in the spirit realm signifies completion.

Believe it or not, to me it looks like this was the agenda all along and has been gently pushed to the people under the guise of art so it would be accepted. And this number signifies that this year’s festival is a major one and spiritually, the ennemy is up to something.

Christians! No wonder Jesus said that we are so gullible and naive and the sons of this world are more crafty and cunning than us. Let’s wake up ! It’s high time we say no to people forcing things down our throats in every other sphere of life as well because we are supposed to be the loving ones who accept everybody and just anything.

Yes we are to love but we are not to compromise ! How can we change the world by being just like it ?!

Now, if you tell me: how about Christians celebrating feasts like Christmas which is originally said to be pagan ?

I’d tell you that Christmas is what you make it about and it is supposed to be about Christ. It is sad that nowadays people have made it about anything but celebrating Jesus Christ but you can and actually have to chose to make it all about Him if you truly know better .

Now, can you make a mami wata celebration about Christ in any way ? I don’t think so but I’d be glad someone shows me how if they find a way.

On a platform I belong to, someone raised the concern that young people, especially those in the arts and entertainment industry are attracted to and are caught up into such stuffs because the church doesn’t offer them enough “cleaner” avenues to express their talents. I think this is true to some extent and the reason why we need to do more in such regards.

I personally have the dream of organising more talent discovery or gospel music shows for young christians because I have many times desired to take part in a singing competition but had to restrict myself because I didn’t wanna compromise some of the things I stand for. I didn’t wanna end up looking like I was promoting secular or wordly music.

However the truth remains this: you cannot run off to the world when you don’t get a “suitable enough” canal for your talent. That is why it is called CARRYING YOUR CROSS.

What you can do is to avail yourself to the Lord for the Holy Spirit to fill you up with creative ideas in order to be a solution to such issues instead of running off to the world and ending up losing your identity in Christ because they seem to offer an immediate and juicier relief.

This is my stance on this matter and it will remain the same no matter the event, culture or country in question. ๐Ÿ˜Š

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Loud wailings and bitter crying was heard rising from Amamrase every night.


” How on earth did we get here ?! ” Kwame wondered as he sniffed at the aweful scent that one would think should have become familiar to him by now. He proceeded to cover his nose with one of those white nose masks as was the new custom in Amamrase.

The whole town was in great distress and commotion. This strike was unlike any other ; it was one of a kind. Unheard of ; had never happened before. Every waste management company, the big Zoom Lion and the smaller ones alike was on strike.
It so happened that these people had gotten tired of the disrespect and disdain they were welcomed with anytime they went round doing their job. They had decided to teach the town and its people a lesson and things had pretty much blown out of proportion. Who would have thought that borla men could wield so much power ?
This strike had gone on for over three months. You could feel the putrid stench of decomposed waste producing flies, worms and other things, that rose from every house and filled the air of each street as one drove through the areas. It was a beautiful place but gradually, it was becoming a drepressing ghost town.

Those who could no longer take it, and who had the means, decided to relocate elsewhere until the issue was maybe settled.
You would see giant house flies, the greenish ones,

arrogantly flying unbothered everywhere around human beings ; they freely came in and out of their homes as if to taunt them, as though to execute some kind of vengeance on the people who previously had the power to keep them so far off. They were often seen rubbing their front legs together as though in anticipation of the mega feast awaiting them daily They entered your most intimate places. They came in through every opening wether you liked it or not and insecticides did little to stop them.

They entered your bathroom, you car, your bedroom… . You name it.
If flies could smile, these particular ones would have had the most annoying smiles on. As you can imagine, their cousins, the roaches

and all the other sorts of flies soon joined the feast. It was unbereable and beyond imagination.
Some people tried playing it smart by burrying or burning their own refuse but the guarguantuan quantities were too much to handle with such first hand methods and the intoxicating black smoke

it produced, only made matters worse. That was, if and when the sun even shone enough for a fire to be ignited outside since it rained all the time and the cloudy cold weather didn’t make things any easier. The floor was almost always wet and the weather humid.

Soon, all of Amamrase was subjected to a viral cholera outbreak.
Children were the most vulnerable and the first to lose their breath to the journey of the afterlife. It was heart-wrenching.

Hospitals weren’t any cleaner since they all suffered the same fate. Doctors and nurses tried their best to help control the outbreak and its effects but every ward of every health facility was soon overcrowded and that made things more complicated .

The people were helpless and though they were dying slowly, they just couldn’t give in to the demands of the waste management workers syndicate which demanded before anything else that all the people meet at the Freedom square and knelt down to present them a public and official apology which will be broadcasted on TV both locally and internationally.
The town officials were the most sttuborn. They seemed plagued by something other than just cholera; an acute kind of ego and pride.
“Whaaat??! Kneel before these excretas of men who are always stinking and looking terrible and have a salary as insignificant as my toddler’s weekly pocket money?

We are a town of dignitaries, highly respected families of the highest social class. We shall do no such thing !

Are they not being paid for their filthy job ? We didn’t make them work for free neither did we force them. They chose this job. Why can’t they just do it and let us have peace ? Why are they being so difficult, the Minister of health exclaimed out of exasperation and almost at the brink of tears. But a man must not cry, right ? Certainly not a minister and especially not at a live TV conference. Francis, one of the borla men who worked for ZOOM LION, recalled with tears during one of their syndicate meetings, how the market women and passersby would shout and hurl insults at him, asking him to hurry up and move his metallic waste cart whenever he stopped to pick their refuse kept by the road side and would be a little slow because of tiredness.

The syndicate had given the town and its officials a deadline to give in to their demands or else they shan’t resume work. On the D day, everyone gathered at the Freedom square with sick and angry faces but what was most noticeable was the swarm of flies around. The apocalyptic noise their wings made as they flew static above the crowd was terryfing. It felt like Old Testament days in Egypt when Egyptians went through one of the 10 plagues God had sent to afflict and subdue Pharaoh and his people because they wouldn’t let God’s people go. The cloud of giant flies was now getting darker and darker as the people also gathered.

It seemed everyone came with their own flies. It was unbearable! Kwame felt like fainting. He started trying to make his way out through the throng of people by pushing around with his elbows. But he felt trapped. It was like experiencing both clostrophobia and agoraphobia at the same time.

It was one of the worst feelings ever.

He held his head up with both hands and was about to scream when he woke up panting and suerting.
His mum was sitting at his bedside trying to calm him down. Appareantly he had been shaking, shouting and gesturing a lot in his sleep. Ow ! It was a dream! It was all a dream. He sighed heavily. He said to his mother : I just had the most terrifying nightmare anyone could imagine and it was all because waste management companies were on strike for three months ! She smile with an inquisitive and perplexed look on her face.

The next day at school and everyday afterwards, Kwame showed overwhelming respect to any borla man he meet. He thanked God it was only a nightmare and whenever he saw a waste truck passing by, he would get excited, shout out : ZOOM LIOOOOON and salute no matter how far away he was. His friends whom he walked with after class made fun of his new found hobby and asked why. He simply told them: it’s when the waste truck doesn’t show up for 3 months and your entire house begins to fester that you will know the importance of a borla man.

Hey you ! Yes you the one reading this. Yeah, this is me talking to you now. The story is over. That was a scary one, right ?

You’d agree with me that Kwame is not the only culprit in this matter. Be honest. We all or someone we know might have disrespected any of those guys before in one way or the other.

We give them the side eye and hold our nose in their presence just to spite them sometimes. We show reluctance if they ever dare to ask us for a cup of water. God forbid that their filthy hands

should touch our precious aluminium cups *side eye* or that their unattractive lips should drink from it.

Some people even go to the extent of talking down to them or insulting them. And God forbid that they should try pursuing any of us ladies. The whole of hell would break loose.

It may not necessarily be the Borla guy but how do you treat your mechanic ? Your gardener, your cleaner, your shoe maker or that shoe mender who sits everyday at your junction trying to make something out of the day before the sun goes down ?

How do you treat those guys who come to empty your manhole so you can keep doing what we all know in peace and stay healthy ? Can you even entertain the idea of shaking their hands ? When was the last time you let that gardener, house help or cleaner know that they matter and you respect them because without them your life would be a lot more difficult and your house less pleasant to live in ?

I call them heroes because yes, that’s what they are. They are those heroes society looks down on. Those heroes who have accepted the “less honourable” jobs no one would want to do. If indeed there is anything less honourable about their job. Have you ever paused to think of what life would be like or what would happen if no one wanted to do their job ? I don’t know how you feel about such people but I feel like Kwame. I feel like giving them a shout out.

I feel like giving out a salute everytime I see a Zoom Lion truck. In fact I have done so before and the driver honked back in response. It was amusing and exciting. I hope I made that waste truck driver’s day better.

Everytime I see any of these heroes, I feel like pating their back and telling them : ” well done. You matter to us a lot.”

Let me end here and join Kwame to say:

It’s when your expensive footwear gets torn on your way to an important meeting you are already late to but you have no replacement in your bag and there are no shoe menders in view, that you’d get to know the importance of a shoe mender. Then maybe you’d also understand that the price of that footwear in no way places you above them. ๐Ÿ˜ A word to the wise is enough. Let him who has an ear, hear what CeeJ and Kwame are saying ๐Ÿ˜„. Peace out. โœŒ

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ETERNITY MINDED~Seeing with the eyes of the eternal


About a little over a week ago, I was browsing vidoes on the internet when I came across one of Pastor Priscilla Shirer’s videos. ~ Pastor Priscilla is the one who plays the role of Elisabeth Jordan; Tony’s wife in the famous WAR ROOM movie.

Remember her ?

If you haven’t watched that movie yet, you definitely should ~ I don’t know what the title of her message was but I believe she must have been talking about purpose.

She was sharing a story about the woman who is her babysitter and church member as well.

God had called this woman out of the corporate world into ministry and since she left a well-paid job and a successful and promising career to obey the call, she was naturally waiting for the next big thing to happen. She was probably expecting God to give her a big opportunity or platform to usher her into ministry. So when it didn’t seem like anything that hugue was gonna happen for her after a while and she had to now take on this babysitting job just to get by, she said she felt cheated by God.
And as Pastor Shirer said, that’s how many of us feel in various areas of our lives.

Lord, I have obeyed you. What now ? Where is my blessing ?

God, I left this unholy relationship because you asked me to, where is my awesome future husband/wife whom I’m supposed to be having a fairy tail courtship with now ?
Right ?

God, I refused to spread my legs just to get a job, where is my breakthrough so I can give a testimony now ?

Lord, I said no to being a fraudster just so I can be a business man with integrity and be pleasing to you, where is my next big contract now ?

Sounds familiar ?

Lord, I forsook my own plans for your glory. When are You moving me to the next level ? When is it happening ?

God, I refused to pay a bribe to get my file to the top, where is my open door to getting that visa and traveling abroad now ?

You feel like you’ve put your trust in God, putting all your eggs in one basket and so something hugue and spectacular was supposed to immediately come out of it but it hasn’t and instead of that you were given a more humbling and less “attractive” task, job or opportunity, so you feel cheated by God.

In the end, out of fustration, you find people trying to threaten God like : “God, if I don’t get married next year by this time eeh… You and me: OVER ! ”

๐Ÿ˜‚ Really ?

We need to grow past that baby christian who is still on milk mentality and understand that, Jesus is nobody’s errand boy. He chooses to do what He chooses to do when He chooses to do it, and nobody gives Him the calendar He must work with. You won’t always get what you want, how you want it and when you want it. Little children reason like that.

We need to get to the point of maturity where we have chewed the hard meat and bones of the Word and we can say: Lord, even if what I want delays and men make fun of me or even if I don’t get it at all, I will still serve you in the very season and place you have called me to.

Yes, it is not easy and you can only say this when you begin to look at things with the mind of heaven.

Let me give you a clear picture of what doing that would be like.

You remember the woman I talked about earlier who had to leave her job and became a babysitter ? She said she went to God in all honesty and lifted a prayer that went something like this

: ” Lord, is this what I left all the money, success, and honour for ? Is this what I left the bling bling for ? I mean, I love kids but… babysitting for the rest of my life ? I feel cheated by You and I need an answer”.

When she went to work in the evening of that day, she said everything that happened that night was an answer to her.

Upon pressing the bell of the house of the couple she was going to babysit for that evening, God began to open her mind and eyes to see things from heaven’s point of view.

The kids came to open the door and they were so excited to see her. They had all gathered to wait for her and were impatient to show her how they could now recite memory verses she had taught them from the last time she was around and had some kind of Bible study with them.

There she understood that this wasn’t about babysitting. It was so much bigger than that ! Just like a trainer, she was a destiny shaper helping to prepare God’s people, God’s army for the battle field tomorrow. She was helping shape destinies; helping to usher these kids into their purpose on earth by teaching them how to love the things of God and have an intimate relationship with Him.

Then, that couple was going on a date that evening. It was date night and they hadn’t had the chance to have one on one time for a long time. She (the babysitter) had even brought a plate of food she had cooked them from her house and when that mother saw the plate, the smile that illuminated her face and the grateful hug she gave this babysitter said it all. There God opened her eyes again! She could see herself in the scope of eternity:

Once more, she wasn’t just a babysitter! She was a marriage saver; God’s hand in helping to keep a couple’s bond and preserve a family from braking apart. She was contributing to their marriage being healthy. Not only had she put a smile of relief on that mother’s face by cooking something for her kids ~anyone with many little kids knows how relieving such a kind gesture can be ~, she was giving that couple an opportunity to work on their relationship and have a great marriage by spending one on one time going for date night !

Amazing. Right ?

There and then she realised that she was doing something so dear and important to God. She realised that when you looked at it from heaven’s perspective : SHE WAS EXACTLY WHERE SHE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE, doing the most important thing any human being could do : walking in purpose.

I’ve had someone like this babysitter in my life and she is one of the main reasons I am who I am today. The day she left our house, I cried profusely. I remember battling with her, pulling her travel bag to prevent her from leaving. I was so shattered. She wasn’t just a maid though many a person would look down on that job. She was God’s soldier

and messenger on a mission to get me started on the journey of my walk with God.

She was far more than just a house help. She was the one who thought me how to love the Lord, go to church, fast, pray, read my Bible, cook Adรฉmรจ* ๐Ÿ˜„ and so many other things at a very young age while I was still in primary school. She was there for me when my mother couldn’t always be. She was my best friend and confidant. I have very fond memories of her. I remember how she would always teach me songs on saturday so I could go and sing them at church on sundays. Mind you, those songs were in English though she wasn’t learned and we both lied a lot while singing ๐Ÿ˜‚ but that’s not what mattered.

She was making an impact and shaping a life for Christ. She was sowing into eternity. She probably had no idea what I would become for the Lord in the future but she was just walking in her purpose nonetheless.

Her name was Esther and anytime I tell the testimony of my life, I’d always mention her because she is such a big part of it and I just realised, she was my very first mentor.

Today and on this earth, we won’t see the full magnitude of the things God has called us to do and that seem little to the human eye but Oh, if only God would open our eyes !

Here is what you need to understand. Like Pastor John Gordon Egyir-Croffet always said : nobody is going to give you an award in heaven for having been the best babysitter, banker, manager, architect or whatsoever on earth.(paraphrased)

It’s not about the position. It’s about what you used the position to do while you occupied it. It’s about understanding that there is a greater aim to it all.

Am I saying pursuing a career is wrong ? No. I plan on doing so myself. It isn’t wrong, as long as you’re not dedicating your entire youth/life and energy to it and as long as you are using it to do what actually matters, that is promoting and advancing the course of Christ.

It’s not even about having a corporate career or not. You might as well be into a less “corporate” one and be missing the mark. Yes, men are praising and applauding you. The ground shakes when you walk in the streets and everyone, children and the elderly alike, pay you hommmage but is heaven also giving you a standing ovation ? Does heaven even notice ?

I’m not saying this to look down on you and whatever it is you do in life or discourage you from pursuing your dream career or achievement but the hard truth is and remains:

Listen, I want us to get this clear: some people’s purpose includes climbing the corporate and social ladder, becoming influencial so they can have access to the great and mighty of this earth and influence them as well but for Christ. So I’m not saying have no ambitions. No. Have them but first find out if it’s part of your calling; what God would have you do. Once Christ is at the center of it, the value of it all changes but once He’s not, you would have earned thrillions of whichever currency, organised world-changing social gatherings, fed the poor and needy, defended the orphan and widow, written a thousand best sellers or sang a million hit makers, changed your community, shook hands with presidents etc. but all in vain.

A lot of people put all of their strenght into being philantropists, trying to make the world a better place and it’s a good thing but hear what the Lord (Reffered to here as Wisdom) told Rick Joyner during one of their encounters which he related in his well known book, THE FINAL QUEST.

๐Ÿ˜Š It’s a hard truth to hear, right ? But it’s the truth nonetheless. Otherwise, God wouldn’t have made sure that an influencial and much respected man like Cornelius got saved after all the good he was doing in his community. Read his story in Acts 10. The whole chapter is about him.

There is one last story I want to share with you. It’s about a heavenly martyre named Angelo. Rick Joyner talks about him in the same book I just cited. Angelo was a poor, homeless, and dumb (speach impaired) man on earth but a martyre and a great King in heaven.

This was the Lord Jesus speaking to Rick Joyner about Angelo during one of their encounters:

The Lord continues:

So now, if getting to know about a story like Angelo’s doesn’t change your entire perspective on life, I don’t know what will.

Have you become so concerned with the cares of life, that you have forgotten about the cares of heaven ?

Pour your life out as an offering to God (Romans 12:1-2), not as an offering to a company that would be so quick to replace you and forget about you when you’re gone or to earthly and human achievements that have no eternal value.
Yes, people may look down on what the Lord has called you to do if it doesn’t fit the human standards of greatness and success because just like babysitting, it seems so insignificant to the human eye and it gets very few praises if any at all but I am encouraging you to look at it with the eyes of the eternal. Choose to place it within eternity’s scope; within heaven persepective.

Is it fitting into the frame ? Yes ?

Then that’s all that matters ๐Ÿ˜Š.

If it’s not, then it’s probably time for a 180ยฐ turn.

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