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Friday! Hurray! Did that rhyme? Well, to me it did and this paints a clear image of my unquenchable love for Fridays. May I ask, who doesnt love Fridays? I bet you even the birds love Fridays, if you’ve paid attention to the kind of tunes they sing on Friday mornings. 

Lol!! You cannot blame me for having strong affection for Fridays as deep as that of which Khaleesi had for her dragons (at least until they got rebellious). Let me take you down the memory lane, back in school, usually, I close from my lab sessions early on Fridays, meet up with some friends to play video game and that makes my Friday memorable like the story behind the titanic.  Surprisingly, this Friday showed otherwise and I want to share that with you. 

Immediately after my laboratory work, I communicated with some friends and we decided to meet up at my place to play video games (the usual rituals though). With the little ounce of strength left in my muscles, I carried myself to my room, took a cold shower and waited for them. 

Fast forward to thirty minutes past eight and they still had not showed up. Sitting idle, I decided to have a quick recap of the week as I hardly do. To travel down memory lane once again, I knew the perfect melody to go with was none other than Memory Lane (sittin in da park) off the classic illmatic album by Nasir Jones. 

I had been battling hip-hop addiction for some time but I reckon a little of it wont hurt. I quickly grabbed my laptop and soon the song was playing. I laid on my bed staring at the ceiling and started to recall the activities of the week. 

The week had seen me go about my usual plan. Since I gained admission in the university to study pharmacy my plan was to accentuate my academics by approaching it amicably amid being arduous and aggressive just to make straight As. 

Thats what I did every other day of every other week but on Thursday of this week something spectacular happened. I got to the study room around seven oclock feeling very tired. I decided to stand outside a bit to feel the cool breeze that blows across the Tek Credit Hostel.

 When I got there, I met three other guys (Guy 1.0, Guy 2.0 and Guy 3.0) who I usually meet in the study room. They were talking about what the future holds for them and where they will like to work after school. This was what ensued among them:

Yoo my niggas wasup, I interrupted. 

Guy 1.0:    Charley we base o. Their conversation continued. 

Guy 2.0:     As for me UN is the place where I will work o 

Guy 1.0:    Yeah me too, my daddy revealed it to me on my 20th birthday.  

 The third guy who had remained silent for a while also revealed that he also had similar intentions. Since they all had big dreams in corrupt times like this, it was normal that I should ask if they knew people occupying higher but not just high positions in the UN administration and so I did not feel reluctant at all. 

Guy 1.0 quickly replied: oh! My fathers best friend is the head of the UN Statistical Commission. He said once I acquire my first degree from here, I should just flash him on phone.

 Fully filled with pride and confidence, the second guy revealed: I also know Mrs Adjeibea Adinyira, shes one of UNs top judges and even showed up for dinner with my family last weekend when I visited home.

 I really admired the third guy, who happened to be relaxed throughout the conversation I was eavesdropping. He came up again to say this: I know the boss of all these people and thats why I am so confident I will pull through far ahead of you guys. Those words sparked laughter in all of us except him. 

“You think we are kids to be deceived, oh so you know Ban-ki Moon now huh?” I said. He laughed and retorted: “No!!! But I know Jesus and he’s all I have to know”. ῀I bet you should have seen our faces῀. It was like the faces the NBA fans made when Nate Robinson dunked on Yao Ming. We were all so busy developing ‘links’ with notable people but we had forgotten about Jesus. That moment was the most remarkable moment of my week. 

Most of us run to Jesus only in times of need or when all our plans have failed. But ideally, he is supposed to be a part of the plan since the beginning. Jesus is whom we should know and I can boast thats enough for an entire lifetime. “Who do you know?” this is the most important question the youth today are finding answers to in our part of the world especially in times of job search after a degree. 

With this new hope that, God is all I need to know and have, I want to encourage you all that to hell go the fears and doubts about our tomorrow. Surely we shall overcome so far as we know God.
Anyways my friends never showed up so I ended up sleeping like a baby.                                                           

Sweet dreams stuck in the 90s.

Kweku Yirenkyi 

Pharm D 

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I remember vividly what happened that day back in SHS when the pastor  preached on a sermon entitled “the excursion”- talking about what happens in the morgue, how helpless we become when we can no longer breath and when we await that great day of judgment. After that day,  the whole campus became as quiet as the cemetery. There was an altar call and the number of students who turned  up to give their lives to Jesus was just huge as if there have never been an altar call before. I wondered where all those people were during  the last four services since all four preachers had similar altar calls with not more than four people turning up per service. 

Within the first week after that sermon,  the auditorium was always full to the brim during any of the so many Christian gatherings.  Two weeks after,  it all started to fade away as the school  started crawling  back to its normal states with some students running  to hide in classrooms  and dormitories as well during  church service, and some others roaming around  the auditorium  as if they had no idea what was going on in there. Gradually the place which once looked like a cemetery came lively again with all sort of noises and aggressiveness from students.  What just happened, I had wondered. All of a certain the crowd have forgotten about the salvation message and they were back to the world. So I asked myself: “Did they really accept Jesus because  they understood why they should  accept him or out of fear that they may die unsaved and go to hell?” I hope your guess is as right as mine. 

Not only did I observe this in the school  but rather anytime the message of death and hell is preached,  people turn over their whole lives and begin to live the Holy life that they never thought they could live. But what baffles me anytime  I think  about this is why this change of state of life doesn’t  last long. 

A few weeks in the hospital has thought me another practice  that confirms the fact that people run to God usually when they are scared to death. Walk into any ward in the hospital and you observe this common practice. I know you can confirm this, that the most common book that you see in the hospital wards is the Bible. Almost  every patient has a Bible  by his/her bedside. Even the blind and the illiterate alike have a Bible by their bedside. It is a very common practice  to find the literate  among them reading the Bible day and night. 

Must we wait till we are faced with death to start reading our Bibles? Why can’t we live that Holy life that has become intermittent in our lives? Heaven and earth  are real, so the sooner  we plan where to spend eternity, the better for us all. Lord open our eyes to see the truth and run only after the truth that we may get to you when you  come for us.