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FIRST NIGHT AI Image      Why do all fairy tales end with the wedding between the prince and the princess and they lived happily ever after? What did the ‘happily ever after’ constitute? Dorothy had been curious since her teen years. Unfortunately, even as a twenty-five-year-old woman she didn’t have the answer.           Now it was her turn to marry. She was at the end of the fairy tale: she was getting married to Duncan Mills. All her family members and her friends were present and happy for her, just like in the fairy tales. In her case, there were no fairies; just two families rich enough to pull off a fairy-tale wedding. However, her fairy-tale wedding was a beginning, not a happy ending, with many twists and turns.           Reality check began on their wedding night. After the hectic wedding party, Dorothy expected them both to be too tired for anything else. After they ate, s...

  “Will you call me?” I asked Anthony quietly. “Of course, I will, Yvie. Come on, this is not the end.” His response was enthusiastic, and it came with his signature cocky smile. We were standing face-to-face in my one-bedroom apartment in Danko, where I had come to offer voluntary service as part of my church’s outreach program to Northern Ghana. The team had been in Danko for a year. We had successfully won many souls for Christ, had started a small church, and had recently begun running a school solely funded by benevolent Christians and our mother church in Accra. Our time had ended, and I was detailed to leave three days ago but I had delayed for obvious reasons. One reason, actually: Anthony. And he had come to help me finish packing up. If I had one wish, it would be that he would tell me once and for all what would happen between us after I leave. I had many reasons to worry. In the first place, we had known each other for only ten months, but it felt we were only rec...

Image is AI-generated. Ever heard the expression, “Take a leap of faith”? It is what many people say or are told when they are about to undertake a risky venture. Faith is a strong conviction of possible events which will align in our favour and we earnestly look forward to that expected end.           Religious people hold Faith in very high esteem: it is their guiding light in this dark and dreary world. Faith is the cool hand that holds ours when we are at a crossroads. Faith is that still, small, and usually gently urging voice that spurs us on when we are at the end of our proverbial rope. When we overcome eventually, some attribution goes to faith and grace. Even unbelievers have faith, just not in a power higher than themselves. Their faith is in their abilities and they usually attribute their success or failure to luck.           In our world today, where physical situations like the economy and poor choi...

Most of the time, Christians remember they have a powerful God when they have tried all that they could without results. To such Christians, God is the last option. To them, God wants them to try all that is humanly possible and fail woefully then He would finally come through as their knight in shining armour to rescue them. By the time these Christians find their way to God, they are so battered and embittered that they do not expect much from God: their perception usually is, “If God will do it, let Him. If He doesn’t, I don’t care. I have suffered enough as it is.” Other times, they question the power of the all-powerful God and lose faith. If they happen to succeed in whatever venture they are pursuing, they think of themselves as self-sufficient and not needing any God at all. Where was that God when they were starting to try and kept on failing miserably?        In this generation, it has become more difficult to see and believe in God because...

       Mina looked at the pink baby in the bassinet near her bed. This was not her first child, yet, the feeling was alien to her. It was as if she had not only recently pushed the baby out of her. She could not form any bond with her newborn and she didn’t know why. She felt… empty.           She knew the routine of taking care of a newborn: breastfeeding, cuddling, diaper changes round the clock, she knew them all, and she did them almost mechanically. But deep down, she wished she didn’t have to.           That was not how she felt with Skye, her first son. She had felt overwhelming love for him from the moment he had been placed in her arms. She had not wanted anyone else to hold him for too long. She had invested so much of her emotions into Skye that, looking at little Curtis, her newborn, it seemed she had none left for him.       ...

     The greatest and most painful betrayals come from people very close to us, and it hurts so because those are the people we least expect betrayal from. It also becomes very difficult to forgive such persons. Ironically, especially because of their closeness to us, we should rather find it easier to forgive them, but forgiveness doesn’t come so easily.           One of those who will offend in very unexpected ways is a spouse. Because of their proximity, spouses can offend and take offense very easily. In such cases, it is easier said to forgive and forget than actually forgiving and forgetting. Their constant presence in the space we share with them makes things harder as their very breath is a reminder of the offense; there is even no cooling break!           Depending on the weight of the offense, if the couple feels that they can no longer bear being in the same space with...

  The day is ending, and so is the year 2021. One event stands out for me, and that is my son’s brush with death. Maxi had gone out with his father, but had chosen to stay on the compound to play with his friends. I had my misgivings but I did not expect anything to happen to him. In my mind, I would go out and call him soon. As I engaged in my other chore, I heard the cry of distress. Poking my head out to figure out the reason for the call, I was met with the news that my son had fallen into the well on our compound. Nobody knew how it happened. Quickly, I called his father who rushed to the well. He was helpless, so was I with a ten-month-old baby, and neither of us could swim. We were going to watch our son Maxi drown. I was numb. No tears could come from my eyes. I just couldn’t believe I was going to lose Maxi so soon, when he had not even lived yet. But there was nothing I could do. I don’t remember praying, but I remember regretting letting him stay outside to play. T...