The Concept Of Love

From Drew

I woke up one morning with a question ringing in my head. I tried to shake it off but it kept coming to me.

I tried all the old tricks you do when you want to forget something, such as playing loud touching music, and getting yourself busy, but they failed miserably. The thought came back, this time much stronger, very provoking and more out put together.

Again, I tried to write it off, my job as a journalist is very stressful and I thought that would be the perfect escape route.

The plan was to get to work and start contacting sources to a story I was working on.

Need I say the plan did not work out? Well, at least it did for some time, but the moment I forwarded the story to my boss the thought came running back into my prefrontal cortex.

That was the moment I gave up, I knew it would not go away and the more I tried to ignore it the more justified the thought would be.

I knew I could not continue ignoring it. I knew it would be impossible for me to carry on with the rest of the day if I did not act on it. The urge grew bigger and stronger by the second.

So I picked up my phone and called by brother, we call him Trig, “What are we doing for daddy on his retirement day? You know we have to do something,” I said, the moment he answered the call. I do not recall even asking how he was doing.

Just as myself, he had been fighting with the same angel thought, and after a few more calls to the rest of the family members we realized that same thought had invaded our minds and taken over our thinking process.

It was after that moment that the covert operation to give my dad the best 60^th birthday and retirement surprise party ever began taking shape.

I remember the moment I had to lie to my dad to explain why chairs and tables had been arranged at the house, (we got him out of the house but he wasn’t all that well so he had to come home and the secret handler we appointed had no choice).

Lying to him was the only way to keep the surprise alive, I told him my former GIJ course mates were holding a meeting and my house was chosen as the venue. He did not get any hint since there was no food being prepared to indicate a party was being organized.

That day was the best day of my life; 31^st of May.

Richard Sam Komeiteh Botchway (we call him Ricardo) will always be our best friend in this world. We love you and thank you for being our inspiration of being better human beings.

I learned that no matter how busy we are, there are some people we just do not have enough excuse to not to show them love and in such instances there is no need fighting it. just go ahead and let the person know. 

STAYING CONNECTED

Hello lovely reader of our blog, well its Lemuel here ...
Most likely due to the fast paced life nowadays, some of you might not even read this.Also those reading might not be able finish reading this whole article. Nevertheless, if you are of the latter group,even before you leave, I want to thank you for taking time out to come here.

As long as you are working class, life moves so fast we tend to get unconnected with friends and sometimes even family.

Well I must admit that, I personally, have been not good at keeping up with my former mates and friends.Due to some personal traits(I enjoy solitude ruff!), also when I have problems I tend to recoil into a my shell, and recently I have had many of those. Infact this post having kept this long before being posted is further proof of my my love of solitude.

I want to use this article to reach out to all friends,with whom I have kept in touch and with those that I have not. 

That being the case,  I want to give just a gist of small stuff that has happened, recently but has not been substantial enough for a whole article to be dedicated to it on www.lifebeyonduniversity.blogspot.com.

Well starting from ending of last year....here we go!

●At my graduation from GIJ, I won two awards,  for the overall best student and best student in Journalism (Diploma).This is for those who never knew.

●I appeared on a poetry radio show on citi fm.

●My work got published in an international poetry anthology,(Black Communion)

●I now write for the Glorious Accra Hearts of Oak.(hush!hush!but still looking for another job though.)
Hmmmmm what else...

●Yes! I miss Deborah Maame Yaa Ayim, but she has found love....so she is flexing me.

●Yes and I am still  working on my personal poetry anthology (Later, a whole article will be dedicated to it )

 

photocredit:gramlinglaw.com

For all my friends,mates, and acquaintances, know that some of you have impacted me in ways you all would never know.
So in my life beyond university, i want to stay connected, because no matter how close you are to someone, a lack or  inadequate communication can become the ever growing barrier between you.Trust me guys, i ve  lost dear friends because of that.

However, if  I know you, and you have  also not kept in touch, shame on you too.

As one friendly turn deserves another, i ve done my part.Check up on a brother,  pleease don't wait till I get rich before, you never know, I would not recognize you then...*wink*.

P.S Till our next post.

BLOGCAMP MAKING OUR BLOG BETTER

Drew, Jonny & Lemuel

                                                                    From Jonny

BLOGCAMP 2014 was another great one. The in-depth lectures and knowledge- filled breakout sessions on thematic areas of social media coupled with a cool lunch, memorable  photo sessions and the Social Media Awards as its climax, managed to recharge my dying blogging battery ready to create   “The New phase of Social Media” just like the theme aptly  put it.

The new tips and tricks that came with the recharge which included “forget the words, use photos” would definitely manifest in my forth coming posts.

I do not regret travelling all the way from Cape Coast for the Camp except that the elimination of raffle which blocked my chance of winning a phone broke my heartbroken.

Thanks Angie, my new friend who hates Mfantsipim School with passion, @yawsarpon whose misplaced tag and money has begun a new friendship, my soul sister Vida Essel and my magnanimous co hosts of this blog for making BLOGCAMP 2014 a memorable one.

Next year, I hope to be approached by someone whose first words would be “Are you Jonny of LifeBeyond University? Congratulations for winning the best blog award.

LBU Team with Vida

From Drew

Unlike Jonathan, in my opinion, Blogcamp 14 was not as fun as the Blogcamp 12 &13. Maybe, it is because there was no raffle for gifts or the fact that there weren't many funny tweets that were being beamed onto the screens by the projector.

However, the event went on to meet my expectations. I gained more knowledge on how to make this blog a lot better.

I made a couple of diamond friends I'm working hard to keep. And I also had a good time with my crazy friends Vida, Jonathan and Lemuel and that was my secret aim of going to the Blogcamp.

The Selfie!!

From Lemuel

Drew has disclosed a secret and I will do likewise, if my memory serves me correctly, a few days before Blogcamp2014, we saw our audience stats and they were totally embarrassing for us and all our fans.

So you can guess my friends and I did not only attend Blogcamp14 just hangout, but instead, to find ways to improve traffic to our blog and make all our fans proud of LBU. 

I mean Blogcamp2014, like always was a confluence of bloggers and friends. The almost close knit community of bloggers, actively working away on devices and even sharing a meal was my high point. And yes, we came back with creative ideas to improve LBU, Thank you Blogging Ghana!

REKINDLING OUR PASSION

From right: Lemuel, Jonny and Drew

From Lemuel

At the Ghana Institute of Journalism, one lecturer after another preached the importance of having and running a blog.

Then came Mr.Yaw Odame Gyau (aka Saanaa), who insisted we all create personal blogs. He said he would check on our blogs and give marks. Well guess what, most of us did create blogs. Even though he never got around checking, it was from there I became a blogger!

Last year's blogcamp was personally my very first and boy was it fun!

I never knew there were so many bloggers and people who are interested in blogging. Then a roller coaster of events occured, in which I won a prize, I wasn't even available to claim, because I had left early to run an errand.

This year, I’m prepared and I look to enjoy every bit of the programme. So at this point, I'd say, BLOGCAMP 2014, BRING IT ON!!

                                                                        ~

From Jonny

As Lemuel said, some lecturers at GIJ made attempts but my very first blogcamp actually succeeded in arousing in me a resilient craving to continue the blogging expedition I began but abandoned in 2009. As I left the Kofi Annan ICT Centre that night, I felt delighted that I made it because I had finally acquired that power to my elbow which absence halted my journey. 

The effects of the power was the conception of Fiction Files, Jonny Donkor and My Stolen Shots all of which I independently manage and Life Beyond University  which I co-author with my blogcamp freak friends. 

The journey has been pretty cool and each time I see many bloggers under one roof sharing their experiences, I feel more energized. To this end, I cannot afford to miss this year’s edition because I am running out of power and my elbow is jerking. I’m not a scientist but I have propounded a power theory which states that 12+4+2014 (12th April 2014) is equal to BLOGCAMP and BLOGCAMP is just a synonym of Power.

Want to test my Power theory? See you there.

                                                                          ~

From Drew

Gearing up for Blogcamp14, I am filled with excitement and nostalgia to the extent that I can’t seem to stop checking the calendar to April 12.

Blogcamp, organized by BloggingGhana really opened my scope of knowledge on the internet and how I can contribute to the development of my country using the World Wide Web. I must say that before my first blogcamp i was a blogger, however, that was for academic purposes. 

This supercharged blog came into being after attending an inspiring Blogcamp13. Looking forward to Blogcamp14, as a co-author of this blog, I’m hoping  to be more motivated and gain more knowledge and understanding on how to make this blog a success!

A TALE OF TWO TENANTS

From Jonny...

The Marriage of my three big sisters, my brother's job, the education of my two younger siblings and recently  the demise of my dad have turned the once noisy and lively house  of ours into a quiet place with  just my mum, myself and the dogs occasionally slumming doors and barking respectively.

The idea of renting some of the rooms out though bitter to swallow became necessary since I am hardly in the house to keep my mother company due to the nature of my work as “a professional gossip”.

I have heard fascinating compound house stories from friends, relatives and seen their enactment in TV series such as Neighbours, The Tenants, Living with Tricia and a number of African movies and so I consider the arrival of the new tenants as a chance to experience and confirm these tales.

I was battling with the 26 letters of the alphabet in search of a suitable title for a news story I had just completed when a truck pulled up in front of our house amidst corn mill -like noise.

My three dogs I collectively call Girls- Girls began to bark.  Two persons; a man and a woman alighted from the front of the truck just as I came out of my room to find out whose arrival had woken up my girls which were brooding over the loss of their little one, knocked down by a car after seeing me off to work earlier in that morning.

I could not immediately make them out from the distance because I was not in my glasses. But after drawing a bit near the truck and seeing the sofa, the queen size mattress, the dressing mirror with some “tapole”, ladles and other assorted cooking utensils peeping from a big basket tightly tied together with a variety of household items at the back of the truck, I immediately confirmed that the newly married couple who had rented some rooms in our house   were ready to move in.

Behold, the status of our private residence of over 25 years is about to change to become a compound house with all the wahala that comes with that change.

I am going to miss our private life especially the washroom moments. I can no longer spend long hours on the water closet reading a novel, newspaper, browsing, whatsapping or even generating some stories and ideas as I “download”. I can no longer sing like it's nobody's business as I shower but it's not bad at all because after all I am the landlord.

I see the change as part of life and as the two tenants move in with their bags, baggage and bundle of behavior, I am prepared and poised to share “my washroom”, utility bills and take up the responsibilities as a landlord.

 A tale of two tenants has begun, Life beyond university continues.

DEATH HACKED MY DREAM

From Drew

2009, I paid little attention to him. I started listening to the BBC Radio after June 2009. I could listen 24/7, but I always looked out for the BBC’s World Today (now News Day).

I always loved waking up at dawn, lie on my bed and listen to Komla’s voice, not so much of the news when he is on air, just the voice.

I had always wanted to be in the news media, until recently that public relations started cropping into my heart. Listening to him, while he was miles away in London, I knew I had made the right decision to divert from business

to media and communications.

He wasn't my only inspiration though; Oprah Winfrey is also one of the people I looked up to, to gather the courage and go into the media. Oprah once said, “You need to find a way to make money from what you love”.

I love the media, it is hot, fast, no room for delay, very little room for error, adrenaline and testosterone flowing everywhere, camera, lights, pen, paper, microphones, attention (yeah attention), incredible power to determine the subject of conversation of people I will never meet or know, and most of all, the ability to loose yourself in a story and shape people's opinions.

So it was just right that I get a career and earn money from doing something I really, really, really loved.

I have never told my friends about this, but I always imagined myself interviewing Komla and Oprah (not at the same time) and of course the Queen, sometimes I sit in my room and talk to myself, pretending like I'm interviewing one of them. 

You might not get it, but it's just like what aspiring musicians do, when they stand in front of their mirror and sing pretending they are singing to a crowd of people, when really, the only audience they have is their own image in the mirror mimicking them and not paying attention to their incredible or not so incredible voice.

Just like myself whose dream of interviewing Komla is now going to be just that (a dream), I know Komla also really wanted to interview the man himself, Nelson Mandela (he never got the chance too).

Recovering from the sad news of his death, one thing I cheered myself with was that, “Komla just couldn't wait to interview Nelson Mandela, and that he had to follow him to where he is”.

         ~~Rest In Peace Komla, from my LBU friends and myself~~

A NATIONAL SERVICE TALE

My elder brother and most of people  i know, all had smooth transitions from tertiary education to seeing out their national service. Therefore,  I foolishly never thought I would encounter any problems, when my turn came.How wrong I was!

Well, during the events described in my last post I was  so distracted I only laughed at the screen that read Lemuel Michael Nortey, Dachio JHS, Bolga municipality.

That is the evidence people

Well my grandma was buried and then it all dawned on me finally, that If I really want to do my national service then I have to go to Bolgatanga.Please I'm not discriminating or something like that, but for someone like me who has stayed in Accra most of his life with intermittent visits only to as far as Sunyani in the Brong Ahafo region and  a strong dislike for hot temperatures, the whole situation was like a haze.

Okay so that is when family came in, calling uncles and influential family members to pull strings However, with a every effort to change my posting failing, I've  increasingly become interested in the weather forecast for the upper West region,confirming my worst fears every single time with very high temperatures.I also searched out any information about he school, only to find out it was not any where near Bolgatanga but in a village at the outskirts of the city.

After all the stressing on this issue, I finally managed to psyche myself to leave, with a box of sunblock and bright  cloths, only for several assurances to start pouring in again of a reposting.

Time is running out and every time I see  this service posting on my phone, my heart skips a beat. There is at the time of writing this, no positive news regarding my reposting.

Thus when my mates start telling of their exploits during national service, I feel ermmm.... whats the word? FRUSTRATED AH!

Hey guys but,it seems not doing my service  is not such a  distressing thought anymore ...with each passing  second I'm beginning to feel at ease with deferring the service, to work and be done with my first degree.However, nothing is decided, promise you guys will be among  the first to know.

Till my next post I hope things turn out fine.However I do realise that life beyond university is all people ever say it is, full of disappointments and surprises.

Ones  i could not control, but hey, you know  what they say no condition is permanent .Thus I'll be waiting, patiently for smiles to hit my face again.Hope same happens to you too.

2013 IN PERSPECTIVE

Lemuel…

www.lifebeyounduniversity.blogspot.com is the blog, no sorry, that's the one we can call our blog! And when I say "our" I don't mean just the three self important guys that founded this blog but it includes you our dear, fantastic and amazing reader.

Yes! We say "our" because we feel you've been with us since our first post. With more than a thousand views throughout the world we know for sure that you have both read and identified with our stories. We can't thank you enough.

Drew…

My growing-up-year is how I describe 2013. Lots of things occurred that changed my life, one of those amazing things is this blog. It has allowed me to use my own life as a test book for the subject of life to the benefit of myself and all the incredible friends who log onto this site daily.

I am grateful for everything that happened in 2013. I mean, I graduated from the Ghana Institute of Journalism! With my crazy friends, ha! Oh, and one of them; Lemuel Nortey won best student! I also enjoyed the mini birthday parties of my dad, three big brothers and of course myself. Have I mentioned that I was posted to Graphic Communications Group Limited for my National Suffering, sorry typo, National Service?

Actually, all those events did not require a lot of growing up from me like the last quarter of 2013 did. Two of my friends, Eric Ninson and Jonathan Donkor lost their mother and father respectively. Actually, Jonathan told me of his dad’s passing the very day I was returning from Eric’s mum’s funeral. I had to learn how to support a friend in emotional pain. I can’t say I did a fantastic job but I did my best.

I look forward to 2014 with much optimism and hope that it will be a good and challenging year. Why wouldn’t it be challenging if I have to secure a job and go back to school after National Service (happy I got that right) and simultaneously establish a company in the agricultural business. Agriculture in this country is not an easy industry and I know I will have fun breaking into it.

Jonny….

Whew! What an expedition. Time really flies. The last time I remember, I was writing the very first entry in my fantasy diary for 2013 ; pledging myself to be at my very best socially , academically, morally  spiritually and  all the “ally’s” but here I am on the last page giving a retrospective view of the year.

2013. Hmm! (searching Google and flipping through the dictionary) the hunt for the most suitable adjective to describe it has been tough. How I wish I could combine “CHALLENGING” and “FULFILLING” and simply say “CHA-FILLING” because the combination of the two best describes my 2013.  

I chose CHALLENGING because death whisked away two of people closest people to my heart; granny and daddy. Their demise hurt so much that Life beyond university somewhat came to a pause; even graduation did not turn out as planned because the family photo would not be complete without these two people.

Alas! The FULFILLING moments came as love lifted me. Albeit my new found love cannot fill the vacuum created by the departure of daddy and granny, she has created her own which cannot also be filled as I have cast her to play lead in the new seasons of my love life.

I am not privy to what 2014 holds; whether another “CHA-FILLING” one or I would have to create another word   but whatever it is I am optimistic because in Christ Alone I place my trust.

 Lemuel here again; I personally feel especially honored to be a host writer on this blog, together with Jonathan and Andrew. However, it shouldn't have to be just us, be a part of this phenomenon, be a writer, be our guest writer! It’s totally therapeutic to tell your own story to the world, believe me I know.

On that note I sign out with the utmost conviction that we have entertained and benefited you since our first post on the 11th of May, 2013. Continue to pass by each time you are online because Life Beyond University just got better. Till our next and 12th post; This is www.lifebeyonduniversity.blogspot.com.

I’M GLAD YOU WERE MY DAD

    

JONNY

Life beyond university was moving on well; at least I was enjoying the 77 steps to my place of posting, my numerous church activities and dreaming of sharing my graduation photos with my family, until Sunday evening of October 6, when death gave me a hard knock on my head, waking me up from my day dream.

Ouch! It still hurts because I am yet to recover from the pain that comes with losing a father.

And so with this poem I wrote about three father’s days ago, not knowing I was writing a tribute to him, I would like to express how special my dad, the late Mr. William Kwame Wasaa Donkor is to me.

                                 

~I’m GLAD you're my DAD~

 I know my dad may never read this

But whether he does or not, it is still his

For all the love words you told my mum,

And all the love songs you had to hum,

For all the lovely gifts you had to buy too

Until finally she said 'I do',

I'm glad

You’re my dad.

For all the strength you lost in making me,

For all the styles though I didn't see,

And for all the silly errands you had to go

All because pregnant mum said so,

I'm glad

You're my dad.

For all the prayers you said till 27th august dawn,

For all the stress till I was finally born,

For all the baby sitting you did whenever mum was away

And all the lullabies you sang to make me play,

I'm glad

You're my dad

For the trouble you went through when I got burnt on my chest,

And the countless times you took me to the clinic for eye test,

For the lenses and frames you continuously bought

And I carelessly broke while I slept or fought,

I'm glad

You're my dad

For each spank, for each slap, for each blow,

For each knock, for each lash I saw you throw,

I hated you but now I’ve grown and I know

That they were only to help me grow

A day will come that I will be called daddy too

And I’ll do my best to be lauded like you

My ears went close to my sweetheart's tummy today

And I’m sure I heard each of my future twins say;

I'M GLAD

YOU'RE MY DAD

{written in June 2011}

 I wake up each morning hoping to hear him knock on my door, reminding me of morning devotion. I enter the living room in the afternoon hoping to find a white bearded man asleep in the sofa with both the TV and radio on; I intentionally fall asleep at the living room in the evening waiting to feel his hand waking me up to go to my own bed.

 As I prepare to physically part with him on Saturday December 14, I know he will still be up there watching over his little boy.

I miss my dad, yes I do but I guess his maker misses him more.

GOOD SAMARITANS DO EXIST!

From Drew.

Every now and then we fall on our friends and family to help us get through the difficulties of life. We may rely on them for financial help, education, health and/or other essential areas of life.

I used to think people only help the people they know. The person may be a high school friend, or even that guy in the neighborhood you may never have spoken with, yet helping such a person would seems much better, simply because of the fact that you are familiar with the person to some extent.

When I went to Takoradi for my National Service, I was struck with much surprise in a mesmerizing way, by how the people, whom I have never met before, were enthusiastic to helping me find a place to stay or perch for a night.

The people I met there were really kind and very welcoming. I was drawn to tears at a point when somebody offered me his three bedroom house for free! Nobody was staying in the house, so he wanted me to stay there for at least two weeks while I look for my own place (he was helping me find a place).

I never had to move to the three bed room apartment because an old friend of mine got me another place. Once again my host did not know me.

I am surprised by all these because I was wondering how I could invite a total stranger to my dad’s house in Accra to sleep over. My contemplation was not about whether my dad would allow it or not. It was more about whether I would opt to do that favor in the first place.

I want to believe that I am a kind person but I do not think I could do what those people in Takoradi did. I think one needs a certain divine inspiration of some sort to be able to be that kind.

They have inspired me to help people more. I realized I don’t have to always be in my comfort zone before I can help someone in need. They opened up their homes for me and they demanded nothing from me, nothing, except of course, to be a good person just so they don’t regret showing an act of kindness to a total stranger.

Prior to my National Service I had given up on the idea of helping people because some people (most of whom are members of my extended family) I had helped had disappointed and disgraced me in the end which sometimes made me curse myself for helping them.

I have a different perception for people now. I have got a renewed Do-Good-Spirit. It doesn’t matter whether or not I know the person who needs my help all I can do is help when I’m approached.

This will be one of many positive things that I can attribute to my national service with Graphic Communications Group Limited.

Thank you to Mr. Agyekum, Cyrus, Ralph, Micheal and my own aunt; Aunty Efuah and her family for their warm welcome to the oil city of Ghana!

When someone calls on you for help, all you need to do is to try and help. You may not be able to achieve the desired results in the end, what is most important is that you at least tried.

PS: Please make sure you are not awarded one of these.

Have you been on the receiving end of some amazing act of kindness? Tell us about it!

10:45

 Okay guys who has ever spent the night wandering the korle-bu teaching hospital?

Hmmm...Well i did, and i came out with valuable experience.
Here is a gist…

• When you do make sure you are absolutely obligated to be  there. 
•        Please make sure  you have the best mosquito repellant with you.The
     mosquitoes swarm all around.   
•   Kindly endeavour to be patient because some 'fianga-fianga' nurse will be extremely rude to you
• Be assured you won`t spend the night in your relations' or acquaintances' ward  especially if they are of the opposite sex.
   
•      Finally, come prepared for life altering moments and scenes i.e. if there is ever any  suitable preparation   for those moments.

Now, let  me tell you how i can be sure of this advice and what's been happening
in my life since my last post.
 Three weeks prior to the 29th of August,2013 the date of  the famous Supreme Court verdict date, I happened to be at the
korle bu teaching hospital on account  of my Grandmother.Her condition was bad
so my aunt and mum took turns, staying with her on twenty-four hour
basis.This meant they needed an errand boy,to be collecting drugs ,laboratory test
results etc.
Yes you guessed right it was good young me.A GIJ graduate
waiting on the National Service Secretariat to post him either to some
obscure village somewhere in Ghana or some big company in Accra.As it turned out, i was most qualified and obligated
in my whole  extended family to spend the nights
wandering the korle Bu Hospital both day and night.
 On nights like these, i found out that the security personnel at the
Hospital were mostly very friendly people who were eager to chat
anytime.However, they are  all immune to mosquito
bites or at least the mosquitoes just missed their presence.It wasn`t so
with me,the mosquitoes attacked me mercilessly. Thus,I had to carry a mosquito repellant with me,applying it to
every part of my body and yet the insects' whining sounds still made the nights
terrible.
On other nights,my mother would call me to come help with adjusting the old
lady's  bed and other stuff.Usually when I did, I met nice young nurses who
were willing to cooperate with us.Nevertheless, on one of those nights  i
met a nurse there and being my gentle self i greeted and told her was to
help lift the old lady.She didn't even look up to see me nor did she utter
a word so i entered the ward.After a few minutes she harshly and loudly
kicked me  out ,stating that guys were not allowed in there.Okay that i can
understand but the fact that my grandma needed special care which they were
not ready to give, was annoying.I left without uttering a word in reply.

 One more thing i observed was that the hospital
is disturbingly peaceful at night, apart from the occasional hallucinative moans and
scary cries of some suffering patients. It happened that i was
prepared to enjoy the peacefulness of one night roaming about, when my
elder sister who was taking care of grandma on this night called me to help
out.This unusually rude nurse pushed
me out .I could only catch a glimpse of grandma’s blank staring back at me.If only i knew those moments would be among her last  i would have
defied the nurse and stayed.I returned to perch somewhere leaving my sister there.

After a few moments,my sister came running up  the stairs shouting grandma is not
breathing! grandma is not breathing! I rushed past her into the ward and
amidst my sister's loud wailing i could bearly make out what the young
doctor said but it sounded something like "I'm sorry but your grandmum
passed away".I turned to see my grandmum oxygen mask off, looking peaceful and
yet it broke my heart..... at that same moment my phone's light came on for
which reason i'll never know and the time said 10:45..A life changing moment it
was.
 Two months after 29th August 2013,am short of one more loved one to share
each milestone i reach with.I realise that death till its done with, will
continue to  pluck our loved ones away one by one, that is if we don't go
first.Then later, we probably find that we are left with no one to share the so called success
with.So maybe, we should all hold on to our loved ones tight, not to be so focused on
our dream chase that we neglect them.
Guys now,do you remember  that obscure village I mentioned earlier? Well the National service postings
came out weeks ago and OH YES BOLGA HERE I COME!......stay tuned more to com come.