Johnny worked so hard , shuffling between varied menial jobs including newspaper vending, gardening, working at the pantry and anything that could make him a few cedis.
Unlike other students, he needed to fend for himself and put himself through school after the demise of his parents through a road accident at a very tender age. His uncles and aunts deemed it their birth right to shamelessly take over the hard earned property of his parents without any sense of responsibility towards the kids.
So in the end, he being the eldest of 3 siblings at the age of 13, he took over the reins of family head and leader to cater for himself and the younger siblings.

He has combined the menial jobs and his education so well that he was among the top ten students in his class.
Johnny had one desire, knowing that resources were always far and wide, to own a good shoe. He had worn all kinds of makeshift sandals, the most popular being sandals made out of car tires, thereby earning his the nickname “Iron legs”

Finally at his final grade at the junior high school, he had saved enough money to buy a good shoe for himself. His key priority with the shoe was durability, so a Clarks shoe was an obvious choice. John’ shoe size was 39, yet he chose a size 42. He had estimated that the shoe would last him at least 5 yrs.
So every morning, John will pack some rags in his oversized shoes and wear it with pride, craftily polished to reflect the rays of the sun.
Just one year down the line, John realized he no longer needed the rags to fill his shoe. His legs were growing faster than he anticipated, the hormones of teenage years were in full gear. By the second year, John’s legs had outgrown the shoes, wearing it had become very uncomfortable by the day. He took it to a cobbler to expand it, things became comfortable for a while, but his legs started to hurt just after 3 months.
He went to see the cobbler again, this time round the cobbler informed him that there was nothing he could do about it. His feet were now size 44, the beautiful Clark shoes could no longer support Johnny.
The cobbler said to Johnny, “you just have to let go this time”, Johnny with tears in his eyes replied, “but I have worked so hard just to have this shoe, I love this shoe so much, I can’t let it go”.
The cobbler replied, “it is your choice Johnny, either to cause permanent damage to your feet or bear the temporary pain of letting the shoe you love dearly go”.

As much as you feel sorry for little Johnny, many of us go through same dilemma at one point in our lives, whereby things we have worked hard for so many years no longer fits our purpose. It could be a job, relationship, marriage, business partnership, etc. We may do all we could to keep it; cry, huff, puff, throw tantrums, pray, bind demons and blame everyone else, but deep down you can hear the voice of the cobbler saying “it is time to let go”

It may have cost you so much to get this far, and the sense of wasted years and efforts will be something you will dread and will haunt you for a while, but the temporary pain you are going through cannot be compared to the permanent damage to your life if you don’t let go.

From the desk of ROL


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The mid eighties was extremely difficult period for my mum, a failing marriage stared in her face, she looked beaten down physically and psychologically, aside these she also bore the heavy scars of the trying economic challenges Ghana was facing at the time.

For her, the only way out of this ridicule was divorce, after all our elders say, “if you go and it doesn’t work out, come back home”

 By the stroke of a miracle, the family elders managed to reunite my mum and dad again, and then I was conceived, hell broke loose between my parents again and within some few months, each defaulted to their previous stance of divorce.

My mum was still young, and still had her life ahead of her; the only challenge was that she was pregnant. She knew how to take care of such “nuisance situations” so she decided to get rid of me and move on with her life. 

One evening her curiosity was drawn to a group of Pentecostals who were evangelizing on our streets, she listened to the program intently and then gave her life to Christ. That was how I missed the cruel appointment with the abortion specialist the following day.

My mum was now saved and with a renewed sense of hope she decided to keep her pregnancy, endure the ridicule, hardship and give birth to me that fateful Sunday on November.

At the end my parents finally got divorced a few years after I was born, each going on to pursue what they felt was the best use of their life on this earth.

But I was given a chance to life by a determined mother, something that gives me the assurance that I am here for a particular reason.  Today, mum sees me and she is proud of me, she is eternally grateful for not disposing me in her heightened peak of pain and inconvenience.

I just want to encourage you not to make “obvious and convenient decisions in your life” to fuel short term interests. It is not whether you feel it is your right, choice, etc., but whether it is in line with the word of God. What you consider today as inconvenience may be your only breakthrough tomorrow. So live by conviction, not by convenience.

Allow God to take the wheel of your life today, despite the struggles you are going through and you will be glad you did if you look back in the future.


 From the desk of ROL

God bless you

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