Sunday, April 17, 2011

What Helps you through Grief?

When we lost Serwah in 2005, I became thoroughly acquainted with Cece Winan's 'Comforter'. I would put it on repeat and pray and cry my my questions and turmoil out to God. I was talking to my friend during that period and as I asked 'God, why?' one more time, she asked me, 'Who fathoms the eternal thought?' 


She was reminding me of one of my favourite Methodist hymns which helped me immensely in high school when my Grandpa passed away. I'd had it on repeat on my 'voicebox' then. As we broke into song together, I felt comfort sweep over my soul. 


The hymn is MHB 513 and I have posted the lyrics below. Since Monday when I heard the news about my grandma, I haven't stopped singing this hymn nor playing 'Comforter'. What helps you in times of sorrow/grief?  Kindly share your go-to scripture, music, quotes, etc. that help you overcome times of grief.


1. Who fathoms the eternal thought?
Who talks of scheme and plan?
The Lord is God! He needeth not
The poor device of man.

2. I see the wrong that round me lies,
I feel the guilt within;
I hear, with groan and travail-cries,
The world confess its sin.

3. Here in the maddening maze of things,
When tossed by storm and flood,
To one fixed ground my spirit clings;
I know that God is good!

4. I long for household voices gone,
For vanished smiles I long:
But God hath led my dear ones on,
And He can do no wrong.

5. I know not what the future hath
Of marvel or surprise,
Assured alone that life and death
His mercy underlies.

6. And if my heart and flesh are weak
To bear an untried pain,
The bruised reed He will not break,
But strengthen and sustain.

7. No offering of my own I have,
Nor works my faith to prove;
I can but give the gifts He gave,
And plead His love for love.

8. And so beside the silent sea
I wait the muffled oar;
No harm from Him can come to me
On ocean or on shore.

9. I know not where His islands lift
Their fronded palms in air;
I only know I cannot drift
Beyond His love and care. 



Tuesday, April 12, 2011

The Icy-Handed, Unwelcome Visitor (Thief)

Death is never funny but here I am wishing, ten days after April fool's day, that my brother will apologize and say that it was a joke. Although It would be in very bad taste, I'd be too happy and relieved to scold him.

Even after confirmation from my mom, the news has still not sunk in... How can it? It's like being told the sun will not rise tomorrow. I am still very much tempted to call her phone to see if she would pick up and tell me it was just a dream... but equally scared that she won't pick up and I'd be forced to face the reality that she's really gone.

Something has fallen in my eyes, as is said in Akan, but tears are refusing to fall to clear that which has fallen onto my eyeballs. Who is dead? You may be wondering. If I said my grandma, it wouldn't be an accurate description... for she was more. 

Related by the blood of Christ more than anything else, this woman was my grandma, intercessor, advisor, you just name it. A mother to my mother for all the years I've been alive. Yet death, with impunity, just snatched her away this morning... I am sad... and I am angry... but mostly sad...

My only comfort is that she has gone to be with the Lord... May her soul rest in peace!

About that, I just have to ask... Will your family have that comfort when you're gone? I've been thinking a lot about this. Death has this way of punching you in the solar plexus with a reminder of the life hereafter... 

I believe it causes you to think even when you're an atheist or agnostic or say you do not care. For no one has come back to confirm that indeed this life is all there is, and religion is indeed 'rubbish' What if there's more?

Whilst we have life, we still have a chance to decide... Please think about it. After here, what next... And yes, if you ask me, I recommend Jesus...

Friday, April 8, 2011

Virginity versus Purity

An old post by Naijalines (Back door virgins) which I chanced upon recently got me thinking about an issue which interests me greatly... 

Especially in the light of a conversation I overheard recently where a girl was telling her friend how she was a virgin and got a phone call with her friend at the other end, asking which lubricant was best for anal sex. I don't know if she was advertising the sound quality of her phone that day, because the whole bus heard.

In high school, I wrote a piece about how many mothers were giving their daughters reason to believe the only reason they cared what they did with their sexualities was because they were afraid they'd contract HIV/AIDS or get pregnant and bring disgrace to the family. It's a sad truth in many homes and my problem was that I felt if that was really the issue, you might as well throw some condoms at your daughter when she turns ten or eleven and tell her to be careful. It was devaluing a mother's interest in her daughter's reproductive health to what society would think of the mother should her daughter get pregnant or HIV/AIDS.

In the issue at hand (Virginity versus Purity), my concern is that the idea of virginity is reduced to the technicality of having some sort of barrier (be it a hymen or unusual tightness) to bear witness to a purity which is often not there. 

At a Campus event, two years ago, a speaker ventured that the first kiss of any couple should be at the Altar. You should have seen the looks on our faces! It was like 'If that was the criteria, then we've all failed' And it was a Christian gathering. There is supposed to be 'Not even a hint' of sexual immorality amongst us and yet, it appeared impossible and ludicrous to us, in our day and age to expect that from us.

Another seminar I went to had the speaker asking us to guess the most asked question he got whenever he spoke to students about sex. You guessed right, 'How far is too far' was the question. The question although very valid exposed our hearts. We all wanted to know how much we could do and still be in God's good books. But then he asked us to think about the reason behind our boundaries...

This is what bugs me about the whole virginity issue. The only boundary appears to be a hymen... and I am not here to cast any stone because if this was the case of the Adulterous woman, I'd be one of the first to put her stone down and run home.

But seriously, when someone who has had anal sex, oral sex, boob sex, and many other types of sex you cannot begin to imagine acts holier than someone who has had penetrative V sex because she still has her hymen intact, it really bugs me. What's the point, really? 

The most valuable lesson on this issue I learnt, was from a guy who had managed with the help of God, to complete university an unkissed virgin. When I expressed surprise and admiration, he asked, aren't the lips part of virginity? To him, it was all about devotion to God and his future wife...

The question shouldn't be one of a hymen ('virginity') but one of purity of mind, heart and body, if indeed you are abstaining for religious reasons. And for husbands and families who demand blood on the wedding night and don't really care about the rest, seriously? I can have anal sex with a horse and you wouldn't care, so long as I produce blood on my wedding night? really?

If we're abstaining, let's be pure. If we are being responsible, let's go all out and get tested regularly and use protection at all times. If we're on the fence and playing the two sides, let's recognize our situation as such and stop acting holier than thou. 

Besides, if a hymen equaled holiness, it would soon be redundant, because didn't some plastic surgeon figure out how to recreate one? It's only a matter of time before we have 'virginity' for sale. Purity on the other hand, will never be for sale...

#JustSaying

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Melt You... (A response to my last post 'I Break Too...')

Sometimes, you're speaking and formulating your thoughts as you go; and as you pause to catch your breath or find an appropriate word, someone completes your sentence for you.

Sometimes, you may not have known at the time the person volunteered the words, exactly what you were going to say next. And yet, they say exactly what your unformed thoughts would have said if they had fully formed...

Sometimes, they say it better than you were thinking it would be... and your brain just goes to rest knowing that it's mission to communicate thoughts and feelings has been accomplished with very welcome help.

That is how I felt yesterday when Nii Amaah at Mouse's Musings wrote Melt You and credited the inspiration to my post. Like I commented on his post, If my monologue was to be a dialogue, I couldn't think of a better script for a response myself.

It may not have been meant as such but It's the best compliment my writing has been paid to date :) :) To be able to inspire such beauty! *sigh!*

I present to you... 'Melt You...'


Melt You

so i read this piece called 'I break too' which inspired 
this piece which i wrote off the cuff but i hope you enjoy. 


Melt You
I am asking for your love to flow, 
I know, I know,
you don't need me and you want me to stay away, 
but i can't help myself but to come close anyway, 
besides, it seems as if you want me close because 
you are everywhere, 
you claim its a glare but all i am reading is a wanting stare, 
engrossed in your book only to build a caricature of my smile,
with those "thees and thous", thine heart pleads to be mine, 
YOU need love and your thoughts of "leave me be" 
to my heart calls, 
your attempts to repulse, my passion engulfs, 
hidden behind the clothes and attempts to act aloof, 
is a want to care, a woman desiring to be loved 
and i am not fooled, 
so this time, my touch on the shoulder will only soothe, 
my tender hug goodbye will make you swoon,
I will pick at that crack, barge through that gate, 
i beg of you, don't fight this, don't push back 
because there is a twist, 
i can promise you this, 
i will not break you, 
i intend to melt the ice around your heart and ask 
that you drench me in your love, 
i will not break you, i will melt you, 
so please, let your love flow.

Credit: Nii Amaah (2011)

PS: If you don't melt, abeg, go and see a cardiologist. 
Your heart may have turned to stone. True story!

Monday, April 4, 2011

I Break Too...

I am the girl with the 'I don't need you' smile
With the 'don't come close' walk
With the 'go away' glare


I am everywhere.


You see me in the cafeteria with my Classic Literature
Laughing at something a dead author wrote long ago
Looking engrossed in a world of my own
Glaring furiously at anyone who approached 
The seat across from me
Can't you see I don't want you here? My glare says
Can't you see I'm avoiding you?
Everyone? It asks.


I'm reading classic literature 
Because I do not want to fall in love
With a character whose kind may exist in real life
Who I may chance upon 
and actually fall in love with.
With the 'thees' and 'thous' and knights and dukes
I let my guard down
I laugh, I smile, I fall in love
It's a zero risk lottery because 
they cannot love me back even if they wanted to
And so I expect nothing, receive nothing
And that nothingness is comforting and safe
Because I control it


I am the girl with the 'who needs love' laugh
With the 'leave me be' tone
And the 'repulsed yet?' style


Hiding under clothes that blend me in...
With the walls and hallways of Campus
You see me and smile, I glance away
You say 'hello' and I bob my head furiously
To music only I can hear...
Music which does not exist
My earphones haven't been plugged in 
To anything for as long as I can remember


A tap on the shoulder causes me to cringe
A tender goodbye scares me...
Please don't ask for a hug
Don't stare, don't share, don't care
for I might do something crazy, like care back
Like let you in the fortress I've built around my heart
It's taken 20 something years, 10 months and 29 days
To get it just right
Don't poke through that crack; don't knock on that gate
Don't try to get through... 
Please don't try


Unless you're here to stay


For under the steel reinforced concrete lies a fragile heart
that breaks easily
Under the 'whatever' shrug and certain retreat
Is a woman and a girl with long buried feelings
Which seem to want to come back to life for you
And under all that ice,
I break too!


So Go Away!!!
(Please Stay!)


True, the walls keeping you out are locking me in
And I feel suffocated sometimes
But my fear and pride insist 'Stay out!'
As my heart cries feebly...
'Please, Stay?'


Whatever you decide, tread carefully
For be not fooled, I break too!