Village boy Impressions

The Lord is good to me, And so I thank the Lord For giving me the things I need: The sun, the rain and earth beneath; Yes, He’s been good to me.   I owe the Lord so much For all He’s brought me through– The days I thought would swallow me, He carried me clear through; The Lord’s been good to me.   Oh, the boy I used to be Could hardly dream to see How far the Lord would carry him Through all uncertainty; Yes, He’s been good to me.   Oh, I was raised ‘neath wide, wide skies Where harmattan winds blow, Where baobabs stand and suns still rise, And stubborn seeds would grow.   The cockerel called at break of dawn, The goats would wander slow, The scent of earth when rains returned– His faithful mercies show; The Lord is good to me.   I wake up every day As grateful as can be, For though my work has changed with time, His goodness stays with me. He watches over all I love and do; Oh, the Lord’s been good to me. 23.05.2026 B...

Mother Africa, beloved mother  How glorious in bloom you lie,  Beaming in the early morning dew.  Silent, peaceful, enduring, content.  Though some have named you dark,  Ever brightly your dark skin glows!  To others exotic, distant, remote.  Yet to us, there is no place more home  Many have called you wild and untamed.  Yet none is more accommodating.   Quietly you birthed and nurtured a humanity   That turns round to call you ‘discovered’.   Ever your charm, grandeur and enigma.   Are these the joys of your motherhood?  Have You Read:  Village Boy Impressions - Topsy-turvy? From the chalky desert of Egypt, so ancient,   To the frozen peak of Kilimanjaro, so majestic.   From the simmering Nyiragongo, so feisty,    To the Devil’s pool of stupendous Victoria  Rightly did the enchanted Livingstone speak;  You "must have been gazed upon by angels in their f...

It is almost midnight, 31 st December 2017. I am jumping and shouting in church with millions of others worldwide or at least in Ghana. Saying thanks to God for seeing me through the year 2017. After more than 30 minutes of jubilant praise, we settle down for the final blessing. As the priest raises the monstrance with the body of Christ to bless us, a lady beside me sighed and said: “At last we say goodbye to this horrible year”. I turned to look at her and realized she was breathing heavily, and sweating profusely from ecstatic dancing and shouting. I had just been doing the same thing and I was also breathless and feeling wet and sticky under my sweater. I had put on a sweater because I was afraid it would get cold as the night wore on in this harmattan season. Indeed, many others were dressed like me. Yes, we knew our weather well but we had underestimated how ecstatic and boisterous our celebration would be once the hour arrived. So, all the ceiling fans were in full swing and...