Should You Care To Know.........

Aderuopo, maybe thats what some people want to hear me call myself when I tell them I'm African. Or maybe they want to feel a struggle in pronouncing my name; so then they can identify me as African. Anyways I go by the name Felix, which is a very special name to me and not hard at all to pronounce. My last name Asiedu, which people sometimes struggle to pronounce; then the question comes, "where are you from?" I come from Ghana, West Africa, born into a family of eight, hold high values, excellence is hallmark, and anything less than college is tantamount to failure. I was thought as a child to trust in God alone because he makes everything possible, and I've always been grateful for everything that happens to me, especially finding myself and my family living in the US and the UK. I have been living in the US for 4 years now, one of the best things that ever happened to me. "In God We Trust", that's the motto of the US, and I was surprised to come here and find out people are not even religious like I kinda expected.

In a world where everyone is focused on the flashy lights, money and fame, I'm burnt on the emancipation of love. The love in playing soccer and watching my favorite teams play each week and not the monetary side where you've got to place a bet on any team at all that is winning. The love in writing a short article and highliting a huge point that has been overlooked and standing up for it. The love in being free not because of what you have, but because of what you don't have to worry about, because you don't have it. The love in living life because it's for the living. A strong passion for adventure travels. I travel to different corners in the UK every year while I base in Manchester, or London with my brothers. Love new places and new things. I love parties, clubbing, being quiet in my room and drinking my beer. A very shy person at first encounter with people but I open up more once I become comfortable, wish I could do better.

College came with extra pressure on me because that's the least expectation in my family. High school diploma never considered an achievement, and the love for quick money never supported. Currently attending GCC for my prerequisites in Nursing, so therefore I can transfer to ASU for my bachelors. College was never all about the grades to me, I was looking to develop my personality as well. In my sophomore year, and the journey's been good so far. I love GCC because it's very close to my house, and my part-time workplace. I have made a lot of friends and I can say that I spend most of my daily life on campus. The pressure and stress never stops but you keep on moving and not quit. Sometimes a single assignment is enough to drown you. You get two weeks to submit and you only do some shabby work on the last day, or maybe you create a lie to come tell the instructor; I promise you we've all been there before. I always try to get myself involved in everything that's happening around me the best way possible. Secretary for "Pathways to African Unity, GCC", a club for students of African descent at GCC.

My little world is full of peace and the love of God, staying out of trouble which could still come anyways, help for humanity, and respect for one another should you care to know.

ENTRY #2 The Played One

Don’t the well-educated extremely rich Ghanaian with a chain of supermarkets at Accra Central and a fleet of cars in an overcrowded garage feel huge enough for himself already? He believes he has the perfect reason for everything that happens in his life. REASON. But maybe if you took a stroll along the busy but perfect lanes in his world, he may surely have a reason. He knows how his finances are stable and how they may become unstable. He understands inflation, GDP, HDI and the other silly economic jargons that even I, a college student living in the US can’t comprehend; don’t ever ask the illiterates.

He doesn’t have to pray for his daughter to get admission to Legon or further find a job; he knows the right people to talk to. He has an App on his smart phone that gives him almost accurate weather updates every thirty minutes. He pays a young and smart Barrister to defend him when the need arises. He defines poverty as the ineffective use of the mind, and believes people are poor because they are lazy. He reads road signs and follows safety rules and also trusts in his SRS Airbags to save his life when his car crushes. His body first, insurance takes care of his automobile damages. He has only two kids (thanks to birth control), so he doesn’t complain about school fees hikes or feeding them. He believes in what goes round comes back around, so when nothing goes round, nothing comes back around. Simple.

He has no reason to believe in God or a demon for that matter. He knows why everything happens in his life so he needs no spiritual explanations. He has never seen God. He has never met a ghost or seen an angel flying, except of course in African movies.

The question is how do you expect to see God? Dressed in heavenly white clothes with a halo on his head? If so then won’t God whom we can’t comprehend be exposed? Or how do you want to see the devil? Dressed in demonic red and black gowns, with long crooked fingernails and a pair of horns sitting on his head, breathing red hot fire from his nostrils? If so then how will this qualify the devil being deceitful?  

God is a spirit, and so are all his angels. In Revelation Chapter 12, Angel Michael and his army defeated a rebellious angel and dragged him out of heaven to this earth. This rebellious angel dragged a third (1/3) of the angels with him down to earth. This rebellious angel is called the Devil; the ancient serpent called Satan, the one who deceives the whole world (Rev. 12:9).

Thus saying, both God and the remaining two-thirds (2/3) of his angels, and Satan and his one-third (1/3) of angels are all spirits. A spirit however needs a body to live in and operate in the realm in which it finds itself.  Genesis records an incident when Jacob struggled with a man in the night till it was dawn. Jacob later realized that he had struggled with God (Gen. 32:24). God who is a spirit showed himself in a human body.

Sometimes the first degree or Phd or the numerous books we’ve read written by authors who’s profiles we don’t know, or the three huge bank accounts blind us. So we argue about the existence of God or other spirits.

Julie calls her brother and says “Kwame do you remember Paul back from school days? I met him this morning, we talked and laughed” Then Kwame replies and says “Julie are you really sure cos Paul died two days ago” So Kwame starts thinking if his twin sister is going crazy. But he knows perfectly well she’s not. Elsewhere Julie thinks she’s hallucinating. But she knows perfectly well that she’s not. My guess is a spirit has found a body. You’re thinking that’s a funny story.

I think you should believe in something; because you are the played one.