My Family

New Direction

Ahhhh I needed to take a break after my first blog entry. Life has been real weird lately. I lost a loved one and totally underestimated the effect it would have one me.  Thought I was fine till I had unexplained health issues which doctors couldn’t explain or understand. I guess my quest to understand God and spiritually was accelerated somewhat after this loss.

I have had to change my diet and rethink almost every aspect of my life. As an April baby I’ll be a true drama queen and say  the diet change is killing me. Just imagine not being able to have the food you’ve grown up cooking and enjoying.  Mehn, you should have seen my face when my dietician said, ‘ I think you’ll benefit from a microbiotic diet’ my reply was – ‘but that’s what Gwyneth Paltrow eats’... ‘but she is skinny and white’.  What I really wanted to say was – woman! Is you crazy! Oh Lord the trauma!  Then start shaking violently.

I had so many questions, like what happens to my Waakye, Kenkey and Hausa Koko.  In true fighter style I had to get over it, but as a result I have developed serious resentment for anyone who enjoys food around me(mainly, my husband).

On a positive note, I come to understand my psyche, what/who makes me tick and how my body is connected with all parts of me. So this blog has taken a new direction. I will be talking about life experiences and recent changes to all areas of my life. As I promised earlier, it won’t be a diary. It’ll be more of lessons learned, failures and an opportunity for my reader to interact with me.

My journey

My aim is to make sure this blog doesn't turn into a personal diary. Having said this I will be drawing from my life experiences of being a young mum, wife, sister and God's creation.

Ok so here we go. I've always called myself a Christian, why? because its all I've known. I was born in Ghana and it was quite common to define ones self through religion, with the most popular being Christian or Moslem. To be honest I really didn't think much of what being Christian meant, I just did what I was told.  See that's the annoying thing about  growing up in Ghana, you are taught to obey and never to question...perhaps the effects of colonialism. 

My sister and I were dragged from church to church by various step mothers who were on this quest to worship God. At age 14 I had formed an idea of God - he casts out demons, gives you money and protects you from evil family members who were all witches. Having fully understood God, I wanted him to let me marry my then crush, help me pass all my exams, give me money, give me children and a nice house. When my crush broke my heart nothing mattered any more because God had failed. Fast forward to this moment, I'm married, I've got the baby, the loving hubby, the flat(not the house), I've graduated university, so why do I still want more. I started asking questions, trying to understand why I am on earth and what's going to happen when I die.

I have decided to go back to basics and the purpose of this blog is to find out who God is, why he created us and why he would bother with human beings. Hopefully my journey will inspire you and you can teach me what you know.