From My Desk

  Photo: Daniel Dela Dunoo (Author, Ghostwriter, Editor, Publishing professional) When you hit forty-two, you begin to see that life isn’t this tidy, uphill march or a clear-cut story where everything makes sense. It’s messier; woven together with wins, losses, times when everything feels full, and moments that seem empty. Looking back as I turned forty-two, I tried to distill some of these thoughts into a short poem, “Reflections @ xlii.” But really, what’s behind those lines is this: life isn’t so much about arriving somewhere; it’s about always changing, always becoming. The poem kicks off with some honest contrasts: “The joys, however fleeting;   The anguish, however overwhelming;   The respites, however transient;   The toils, however unrelenting…” That’s just how life feels, isn’t it? Joy comes and goes. Pain likes to hang around a little too long. Rest slips away fast, but work and responsibility can feel endless. By forty-two, you’ve lived enough ...

On the occasion of Mother`s Day and just a day after my mum`s 70th Birthday, I though t it fitting to put together a write-up in honor of my mum. This is unlike my usual blog posts. Kindly bear with me. Thank you. “Dela, Dela, wake up”, Esther Lawer, my beloved mum will call in h e r attempt to wake me up from a cozy sleep. Getting up from bed seemed drudgery sometimes but mum will ensure that I am up from the bed. She will wake my other siblings up and demand that we join her at the dining hall for our morning devotion. This was usually around 5am and so some of us will struggle to keep our eyes open as the devotion went on. My mum will lead us in prayer and through a brief moment of worship and would read a portion of Scripture to us. She would sometimes make us read in turns specific passages of Scripture. Mama Esther would also read from the devotional - ‘Light for our path’, taking her time to expatiate. While she did so, she would ask us questions based on the Biblical...