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Fulfilling A Long Time Wish In A New Year


4th January, 2018
This is the fourth day in the New Year and it’s a Thursday and am at work sitting behind my laptop and typing just to talk about my expectations. It has always been a culture or maybe a tradition to go to church on new year’s eve in Ghana, I wonder if it so across the world because all I see in movies is people partying the night away and lighting fireworks when the new-year arrives. As a child I never had any concerns about New Year’s Eve but then as am an adult now  I think we over-emphasize and over prioritize it. I recall one time our parents had to leave my two siblings; one older and one younger than I to Kumasi in the care of our older cousin.On New Year’s Eve I expected her to take us to church but hey she said we were staying at home. I couldn't believe my ears because this had become the tradition every year and here she was saying we couldn't go. Well I was a teenage then so i  had to no option than to sleep. After spending the night on my student mattress on the floor I woke up and I was the same and not even regretting not attending church to shout, dance and mingle with my friends. I am a staunch Christian and a Sunday school teacher but then come to think of it, what happens after the hope and joy we crave in coming year at church. It dies out and we go back to the cycle of ritual. Over the years I promised to start blogging but kept putting it off until this year. How about we set SMART goal and not just New Year’s resolutions; not being so spiritual about receiving blessing from God but working on our expectations. Prayer is key but hard work eventually pays off.

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