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| *maram*-"madam" Edna with her children |
It was not my wish at all to be posted to a faraway
village, a place where I had never been before, nor really heard off.
Yes, Nangodi village is within the upper east region
of Ghana, where I am proudly a daughter of the land, but I had never heard of
it, probably because I had not spent my early years back home, taking that
excuse out, just maybe ...because I had not put in enough efforts to know much
about the region I hail from and all its districts and villages.
I was scared, I had spent a whole day among others
laughing, teasing, and making so much fun of my colleagues who were posted to
"very uncomfortable places", as we thought of them. Then it was my
turn to check my place of placement, my family and friends kept asking where and
in which institution I was posted to, but, I did not have the balls to enter in
my Registration number to see where I belonged. (Did I say balls, I guess the
ones on my chest).
I had selected Bolgatanga as my place of interest, in
fact, I did
Let me not even detail you
on the amount of laughter, tease, mockery and questioning I received from
friends and family, every single person I forwarded my information to had
almost the same reaction, first came the uncontrollable laughter, and then
after, came the "words of consolation " ..."Take heart",
"it is well", "try to change it" and so on and so forth. (As
if I was being posted to the valley of the shadows of death). I even acquired
the nickname A for apple, B for ball (in the voice of silencer from the movie
“three idiots).
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| (the three musketeers) |
I did feel bad, somehow I thought I would be posted
to a media house in the capital, Bolgatanga, or maybe a satisfying organization,
but no, God wanted me to serve...and Service is what I rendered.
After I entered my options that particular day, I did not leave the cafe without a word of prayer, "Lord, send me where you want me to go" So I had no reason to question the results if my faith was right but at that particular time, as I saw my place of posting, I thought it was the devil playing "the Jobs game on me", So I questioned a little.
During that period, I did have the opportunity to
change to a place I felt could be better, but then, on a second thought, I decided to take a stand and to believe that,
by faith, God had placed me where He wanted, not the system..
But God........
Eleven months down the line, and I survived, I
worked and now, I have a Testimony.....
Sometimes when someone says they have a testimony, thoughts go wild, and people start to assume all the material things that are
considered a blessing when acquired, yes I have a testimony/testimonies, I can’t
show them to you, but I feel them, and that’s all there is.
There was so much to learn from these children, (though it was not the easiest of tasks, I decided to take what good I could from it and bury the bad)
children who had little or nothing at all, children deprived of their childhood
because they had responsibilities, children who were thankful for the little
they received and showed more gratitude than I thought was necessary. There was
just so much to learn.
A bunch of kids, I was supposed to be teaching, in
return taught me to love more (without looking for love back), to be thankful,
(even for the little things), to be patient (whoosh I ,must say this was the
hardest subject), to be strong, to give, to be happy with life (they sure were
a happy lot unless when hungry).…. I just learnt to live. Life can’t be that hard!
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| (they could be friends when they wanted to be ) |
Other Lessons
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Be driven by passion, its satisfying,
and rewarding.
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When the opportunity arises for you to
serve, do it, and do it wholeheartedly.
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It doesn’t matter the environment you
find yourself in or the people you are surrounded with, you can always learn
something, improve yourself.
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Sometimes, it takes ten years to get
that one year that will change your life…keep on
