Honeymoon With Jesus

  In the cool wind of a quiet friday afternoon, as I packed in readiness to travel to China, I felt a chill of uncertainty in my spine. Right from home I was pensive. As I sat waiting to board the bus I tried to chat with my mum and act brave. My mum had seen me off to the bus station in my small town in Ghana where my family lives. At the station, as she is so used to doing, she bolted off right before my eyes in haste. I looked on curiously to see what she was about. The bus was still waiting for more passengers so I waited inside. I realized my mum was trying to call a woman in the far corner of the bus, to ask her if she knew where she could find a pair of bathroom slippers to buy. Bathroom slippers? Only my mum would think of that at this time, was the thought that came up. I shook my head to let her know it was not necessary. But, she went all the way to the roadside shop to get me one and came insisting, "kukua you need to take bathroom slippers with you". I just sm...

  I remember when we were little, my dad did all he could to help me and my brother break free of the  phobia of water and swimming because we seemed to not have much motivation to swim without apprehension or at least to learn to swim without anxiety. Personally I always drank some sea water even before I tried and sometimes just the thought of not knowing how strong the next wave was was threatening to me. The funny thing was that whenever the wave finally hit me in a splash I would realize that it was not as fierce as I thought but still i would hold on really "tiggght" to my dad's shorts and his arms even when we were just a step or two from the shore and he would yearn to make me lie flat to try and float but never!  Well at a point one of his Belgian friends also offered to teach me when i was grown and in my late teens and I thought "okay now no more fear", but again I would be so stiff in my movements because I dreaded 'the next wave coming' o...