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I used to look for an adventure everywhere. At the park, I was on a battle field commanding troops, although the troops consisted of just Fred, my furry four-footed friend.

At the fair, I would let my imagination fly on every ride. On the ferris wheel, I would be on a spaceship touring the outer rim of the galaxy, looking for intelligent life forms; on the merry-go-round, an astronaut in g-force training; on the roller coaster, riding a bullet train.

I used to… The only adventure I have nowadays is behind my desk in a cubicle from nine to five.

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We had this old picture in the hallway, reminding us of what Daddy said to us time and again.

He was an Arts History major and would tell us, “Creativity is every bit a part of our culture as a heartbeat to a living soul. Every brushstroke, every rhyme and rhythm, quaver or semi-quaver, the first chapter of every prose, begins with a single step. We dare to take this step knowing that in the long run, it will birth the next chapter of existential evolution.”

Art, he said, was an irrevocable manifestation of God, our creator’s likeness, in us.

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The bond we shared was stronger than most because we dared to be different. While other couples fought and got divorces, we made fun of each other.

We would break out a bottle of wine, order in some pizza and talk for hours. And the one thing we knew best was how to have a good laugh. What made it a good laugh was having someone to share it with. It didn’t matter what it was about.

We grew old together laughing away each other’s troubles and pain.

Now my laughs are fewer because there’s nobody to have them with.

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“But I go to church every Sunday,” they tell me. “I pay my tithes and offerings religiously. I even give to the poor.”

“What makes you a Christian?” I would ask them again.

“I was born into a Christian family. My grandparents, parents, aunties, uncles and cousins are all Christians. I was baptized as an infant and have always been active in church. I sing in the choir, you know.”

“All these things are good, but they make you a Christian no more than parking a bicycle in a garage makes it a car.”

So… what makes YOU a Christian?

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“You idiot! How did you get yourself in this mess?” Ama fumed.

“Dear wife,” Kofi wheezed as blood spilled from his wound. “I need to confess before I join our ancestors. I’ve been sleeping with your sister for the past six months.”

“That’s alright Kofi,” replied Ama nonchalantly. “I’ve been sleeping with your brother since before we got married.”

“That’s fine, my love. I have a child with Esi.”

“My best friend?”

“Yes.”

“Haha! Our son is not yours.”

“You wicked woman,” Kofi gasped.

“Philanderer!”

“Hell is waiting for you.”

“But you see my dear husband, you’ll get there first.”

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When he came into our lives, we never expected such a flood of joy into our family.

Hopper was no ordinary traveler. He had been to every continent and, oh, how he made us laugh.

“They call me Hopper because I just can’t place my butt in one place,” he said, comically. “After all, I was born in a moving taxi. I just popped out of my mom. She didn’t even have to push.”

He spoke of his sojourn in the West Indies, Australia, Europe and Latin America.

It’s a shame I can only write a hundred words about him.

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“The heights by great men reached and kept
Were not attained by sudden flight,
But they, while their companions slept,
Were toiling upward in the night.”

My father first read these words to me when I was five. Surprisingly, I was somewhat enchanted by these big words I didn’t understand. “Please read the great men to me again,” I would beg him, much to his astonishment. By the time I was six, I knew the quote by heart.

I worked hard to be top of my class from first grade till I completed university because of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow’s words.

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I knew he was the one the moment I met him. We were freshmen in college, making our way to the library when someone bumped into me. My books and research papers were scattered all over the steps. My chivalrous Kwame stopped in his tracks, bent down and helped me to pick them up.

Our eyes met and there was magic as they melded into each other, our lips longing to meet in passionate embrace, our hearts beating as one. Wedding bells chimed in my head as I peered into his soft hazel eyes.

I knew he was my man.

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