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​A LETTER TO THE FUTURE ME

Dear future me,
It is a great pleasure to get an opportunity like this to speak to you before I finally become you. Curiosity may have indeed killed the cat but I plead with it to spare me in my anxiety to know you even before the time is due. Why won’t I be curious even Google, the greatest search engine in the world cannot tell me how you look like – who I will become. 

How I wish you would introduce yourself to me now for me to know what I will look like some years to come. The paramount reason for being so curious to know about you is to find out if you are living a worthy life, one which millions do envy or that I may know if it is anything less than what I expect so that I can retrace your tracks now and ensure that I do not eventually become less worthy than I desire.

This few days of my life have been very hectic and how I wish that the consolation that I give myself (that you are proud of what I am doing) holds true otherwise I may never forgive myself when I become you. How I wish you could respond to this and tell me to either continue or show me a path that will lead me to easily become you. Why do you stay there and watch me without offering any help,  laughing at my mistakes? What counsels do you have for me? The obstacles are just too much that at most times I feel I might not be up to the task and hence want to quit. I am always worried because I do not want to betray you. If I do quit now then you will never get to exist.

When I look into the mirror, I see myself in you and I believe that you are living a good life. The fierce fire in your eyes stirs me up. My parents told me that the only thing that could make you proud of me was to go to school and finish with good grades. But if that is the only condition then I guess you are already proud of me. Come to think of it, must I suffer all these hardships so that you may enjoy yourself? Is it worth my efforts? As young as I am, why do you want me to suffer like this? Why don’t you let me enjoy myself as a child so that the struggle will be left to you since you will be matured enough to face all the challenges.

However, I have decided to continue in hard work and work tirelessly to ensure that you get the life that you deserve. This decision was not born out of nowhere. When I look at some old men who have become drunkards or smokers lying by the road side perishing every now and then, my heart is filled with pity that you may end up like that if I don’t make the right choices. This is not the only motivating factor, there are many more others which inspires me and gingers me to take the bold steps that I am afraid of. When I see those rich men in their big cars, flaunting their money about and living in luxurious apartments, I can not help than to wish same for you. Though I walk barefooted now to school, I prefer that you drive in a range rover to work instead and though I wear tattered clothing now, I wish you to always be neatly dressed in your shirts well tucked in, with your nice suits and tie just like the people I see in the bank whenever I pass by to the refuse dump.

All these that I want for you comes with a price which I solely have to pay for. I am trusting you to be that man that I want and not let my efforts go in vain. During school days, I can sit for over 8 hours learning with one thing in mind – that you may become someone great, someone who owns a multi billion dollar conglomerates and helping the citizens of my dear country by providing them with jobs. I don’t want to join the many who are holding up the governments’ throats to provide them with jobs. Indeed the vision is for an appointed time and it is up to you to make it materialise. I learnt that you need lots of connection to survive your age so I am doing everything possible within my own capacity to make enough friends. Sometimes people say am too open but I know it is for a good course – that you may be able to help the many people who require help of you and that you may get help any time you need one.

Apparently, you require many things from me which I have already given my heart to, ensuring that you always stay a winner. But this is what I require of you: do not use the money I suffer for on drinks or girls who have nothing to look up to. Rather make a choice among all those beautiful ladies I present to you as friends. Make your choice not only based on outward beauty but beauty coupled with good behaviour and morals. Build companies, offer homes to the homeless, and help to the helpless. Be a father to the fatherless and I will also be proud of you wherever I am.

Finally I have one request of you and that is, you constantly pray for me to make the right decisions because every thing I do or I don’t do now will determine what you become. Always be mindful that your fate lies in my hands now. Thank you and see you in the future.

Kind regards,

‘U’ in 2016.

“If you can imagine it, you can achieve it”

Posted by: Ehoneah Obed

Pharm D, KNUST

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OUR TIME WAS THE BEST

Growing up as a child, I had the best time of life. I remember vividly way back in the village when the moon decked it smiling rays onto the entire village. We gathered and played games like “pepeenaa” “ampe” “grass cutter hunting” “wrestling” etc. Story telling was never left out as we were told stories of almost all the animals in the forest.


The boys tied cloths to their necks which often times smelled urine. We enjoyed “Maame ne papa” which they now call “Bie gya”.  We were never bothered but enjoyed a gathering which depicted the holistic meaning of love and togetherness.
Our childhood time was the best; we had the best of time indeed. In our time, whenever we were sent on errands we ran like horses. We had our own cars that we pulled from behind and we ran faster than the cars. Plantain leaves were used as umbrellas. Fishes could swim from the river to our homes.


We watched Maradona, Azumah Nelson and Mohammend Ali with glee.  Judas, Bob Okala and Santo never ceased to dazzle us with naturally gifted comedy. The only two televisions in the village were powered by car batteries and we watched ‘power rangers’, ‘a journey to the west’ and ‘Konan the destroyer’. We walked to school barefooted with roasted yams in our pockets and we were never discouraged. We had no google or internet yet we learned and passed our exams with distinction.
It was in our time that when we closed from church, we watched Cantata and sung:

We are going

Heaven knows where we are going

We know we will!
We will get there, heaven knows how we will get there, and we know we will!
We listened to great songs of inspiration from Citi Boys, Osibisa, Dr. Paabobo, A.B Crenstil, Nana Ampedu etc.
Gradually, we grew up into a new era where children have what is called human rights. They have no respect for the elderly ones.  They don’t come together to play anymore but only meet on phones where they often insult and spread falsehood about one another.


They spend most of their time in the classroom but yet they become unemployed.  They crazily dress and expose their bodies and call it fashion. Profane and meaningless songs are their favorite songs. As I sat down and thought about all these, I sighed and told myself, “Our time was the best”.
“We are not children of a lesser god”

 Posted by:

Ntenhene Felix

felixntehene@gmail.com 

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