Monthly Archives: December 2014

There’s Still Hope

Dr Agbadza works in one of California’s biggest cardiology centers. His wife heads over 200 people in an IT firm in Silicone Valley too. Living above average they have one dream for which they saved religiously. The dream to someday go back home to Koforidua in the Eastern Region and set up their own businesses. Meanwhile……

Martins and his wife who both run successful businesses in Koforidua have not missed their “prayer point” in the last 4yrs. “Lord this dream must come thru, we must relocate to America. Lord I decree”

-Kwame Amo watches through the window of his high rise Barclays Bank office everyday. Admiring independent businessmen. Hating his cage. “Sorry his job I mean” and wishing to be a self employed entrepreneur someday Meanwhile…

Mike Annan walks pass that same Barclays Bank building everyday. His CV in his hand and sweat on his forehead. Asking God “when”?. When would I say “I work for Barclays Bank. That should be my office up there”

Mrs Akosua Abukari, wife of a multi billionaire wishes she could turn back time and re-pick her husband. Can’t believe how hellish it is and wishes for singleness.

Meanwhile Nana Adjoa who works for her would give anything to be Mr Abukari’s wife. 4th wife is still ok. “See fine man with cash. Kai some women are lucky” she says

The stupidity that is inherent in envy and comparisons of lives is the kind that needs exorcism to expel.

Given the shoes of the man with the life you want may be all that you need to cure you of your inordinate longing.
The saying :the grass is always greener on the other side” means you see only the glamour and not the pain.

In conclusion I say in all things let’s learn to give thanks to God, be content with where & who you are on the way to accomplishing your desires.

It’s few days to the end of 2014, that you’re still around is a signal that there is hope for you.
Source: Unknown



Dream girl

Dream, dream, dream, is all I do.
I wish you were in my arms now.
I yearn for that gentle touch.
Your sweet lips which part with good tidings.
Your bright eyes that carry away all my fears.
I need you to hold me tight.
I yearn for your stupendous love.
I need your love.
I need to see your beauty.
I need you to need me too.
But, I can’t get any of these
Unless I scream until I dream my life away.
I don’t know why
I can’t get hold of you
I always mourn and cry
And you know it’s true.
Unless I dream.
I can’t see you.
Unless I dream.
I can’t feel you.
Unless I dream.
I can’t have you.
Unless I dream.
You are not mine.

K. Dwomoh