Often times we hear life is a choice, and we choose what we want to become and what to become of us. Have we ever thought of the things we never had the opportunity to choose ourselves?
But talia🍜 and sugar de33, abi no lieñ oo. They don’t crisscross at any junction, especially on this part of our continent.
The tenacious turbulence that emanates from these choices we make usually prevents us from making certain decisions with the fear that we will be held responsible when the outcome of the decisions turn out sour.
Today, people have made a god out of freedom and think it is of paramount importance in everything – whether it is the freedom to engage in outrageous sins or simply to ride a motorcycle without a helmet.
It is obvious that you can get to a certain state where you unconsciously don’t notice you have sinned, in one way or the other, because of your persistent act of kindness, compassion and love shown to humanity.
When you love someone and the person does not love you back, it can feel like your world is crushing down. The pain you experience is very real. It is even scientifically proven that rejection activates a pain-sensing neuron in the brain that physical pains do. There is little you can do, should you find yourself in such situation.
On that faithful Friday, the doctors drained all the blood of the child and he died so that the world could be saved
Take a walk along the banks of the two main drainage; i.e. Odaw and Korle, and see how the lagoons have become garbage soups with plastic bags and containers floating on the water. This has made the levels of the water rise up.
You need to empty your cup of pride and settle for the last, if not the least, in a way to get the cup refilled with on-job experience.
I don’t know where I’m going from here, but I promise it won’t be boring.” – David Bowie Let’s set the premise right by starting with this analogy: If a young graduate, especially one from the school of journalism, comes to say that he prefer a newspaper instead of a radio station, will I disputeContinue reading “I, the “wandering” soul”