Just Because It’s A Race Doesn’t Mean I Can’t Catch My Breath

Introduction – My Crazy Thirties

Ever since I turned 30 I feel I have moved from walking on the streets of life with my chalewote (Ghanaian term for flip flops) and moved onto life’s treadmill of which I keep falling off.

I am a husband, father, employee, boss, rapper, poet, entrepreneur and pastor trying to balance or should I say juggle the many hats I wear while keeping my head shiny and my beard looking as neat as possible.

These roles are pretty new to me and though I have been rapping and performing poetry for a while, it has become quite the challenge alongside my other duties and passions. Writing is harder and memorizing and practicing performance difficult because between work and telling a boy to stop crying, the comas do not pause long enough for rehearsals let alone a haiku.

One minute I am jogging on the treadmill and next I am running towards pain instead of getting off the bloody machine. Why? Because I am keeping up appearances. Making an attempt or doing what everyone is doing because………

That’s the new normal!

Well, I AM TIRED!

Enough Is Enough

I am not the son of krypton and neither a super hero in the Marvel universe. Even they are met with situations that cause them to reconsider how they approach their fight.

Paul and Hondred Percent are the same and that often puts me in situations where I am doing things like others and not how Paul should be doing things. We are each different and go about things differently. We tend to forget that sometimes and feel that’s a one size fits all solution to things.

Keeping Up With Social Media

To be more specific, as an artist I have struggled in maintaining a social media presence. I am glad I uninstalled Snapchat because I couldn’t get my head around it’s purpose other than taking cute silly pics with my kids.

My audience hangs out on social media, thus in making a difference, it is a platform I can’t ignore.

That being said. Keeping up with social media is a rat race and there is a tendency to do stuff because the world is doing it or because it will bring about interaction such as likes, follows and comments. There is also a sort of sacrifice you give in the form of selfies, posts, videos etc to show you are relevant.

I tried to do this some years back by trying to write a blog post everyday. It was a good challenge and brought out the writer in me but got me forcing creativity and its natural flow.

I made several plans and executed but never got that post to stick on the wall.

Sometime last year my son destroyed my phone and forced a creative hibernation on my life which was much needed.

Catching My Breath

With a smart phone out of my life I was forced to take a breather.

I had been pushing and looking hard for a way to maintain a social media presence that I never considered the alternative of rest.

“What is rest going to do? What we need is to try something new”. This was my thought process and boy was I wrong.

The treadmill put me on this path of “don’t quit, get up and try again”, and frustrated the poetry in my life. I was not happy and stress was building as my pillow each night I slept. Not only because of my social media presence but other things of which I refused to get off the treadmill about.

I did not want to stop running. The world is running so I too must run without asking why? Or pausing to understand the why?

I believe I am not alone in this running on the treadmill saga of a problem. Because we enter the gym of life with the treadmill already turned on we forget that it has an off switch, that we can slow it down or get off and that seems like weird choices because the whole gym of life has others just running on treadmills in their nice outfits with earphones going faster but to where and for what, it’s not really clear.

I don’t know why the world is running but my running is not helping me reach my cause so I am stopping to catch my breath.

Alright Stop! Collaborate & Listen

Stopping didn’t mean I had quit. It just meant I was figuring out the best way of continuing. Sometimes this could take months and years. In this space I let God reveal what my truth is and how I can exist without faking it.

In the great words of Vanilla Ice in the hit song “Ice Ice Baby”, you have to stop, get in tune with your self, environment and God and listen to what all are telling you.

We’re 90% Done – Conclusion

It’s not easy and I am still figuring out this journey of life. I am however running on my own terms and want to make a difference to those around me. I want to share my struggles and successes with the world and help them in becoming the best person they can be.

I believe this is possible only with Jesus. You may agree or disagree and that’s okay. I believe that if you are truly seeking truth you will meet Him.

Don’t be caught up in the race the world is running. It’s okay to stop and catch your breath. Don’t worry if others keep running. The race is not to the swift nor the battle to the strong. Pause and reflect on the journey ahead. Ask for help and let truth help in finding the best way to continue running.

Keep it ONE HONDRED!

There is a Trump in all of us

I don’t know about you but sometimes when the world blames a person or a people for something bad, I kind of feel that my country people will behave differently. I figured that even if the general public disappoints, those in my circles will surely bail me out.
Boy was I wrong!
Last Saturday whilst surfing twitter for juicy content to contribute towards, I stumbled upon a tweet about a Lebanese supervisor in the Ghanaian restaurant Marwarko, dipping the head of a female staff in a bowl of blended peppers.
I was horrified and quickly looked into the details of the tweet to verify the authenticity of the story. The tweet was true and quickly spiraled into a trending topic with the hashtag #BoycottMarwako.
I was unhappy about the whole incident but more disappointed with the direction being taken on social media by some Ghanaians. It was here that I realized the Trump qualities of banning or getting rid of specific people resided not only in America but in Ghana as well.
I hate feeling that my colour, race or nationality brands me as a certain kind of person, usually with a negative context to others of a different background. So when my country men behave the same, I get disappointed because I thought they should know better. 
After all that we went through to gain our independence and the discrimination we sometimes face when we go abroad, I expect us to be more understanding in an effort to spark a change in this stereotype nonsense of which I believe Trump brought to prominence, that the world is all of a sudden gung-ho about.
I got rid of that Trump gene a long time ago and I guess people are still holding on to theirs.
This is social media anyway so I guess people are just being expressive but this unfortunate incident has seen the rise of a petition that wants the culprit not only prosecuted, but deported with the restaurant also closed down. (What a Trump move)
In my personal opinion the closing down of the establishment is uncalled for especially when there is no evidence suggesting the business is also involved in such abuse.
All of a sudden, this poor action on the part of one man has managed to support the stereotype that Lebanese business owners abuse their staff and thus should have their business closed down. 
Though there may be some truth to this stereotype, the incident is not about Lebanese bosses and their Ghanaian staff. It is about a superiors poor conduct with a staff member which as a Twitter user put is something that is akin to not only Lebanese superiors and their subordinates but everyone in the world.
In fact many Ghanaians have heard stories of Ghanaian women from all walks of life treating house helps or maids in similar or worse conditions. In these cases, the matter was either forgotten and never resulted in a petition. That however does not justify their actions but rather puts them in the same boat as this Lebanese culprit. 
So clearly there is some kind of double standard here. Do we only get enraged when such abuse ensues between people of different race or nationality? What does that say about our integrity as humans? If you ask me it just makes us Ghanaians sound just like Donald Trump and it’s sad to see that many people all over the world are towing that line.
I was all for the petition but I can’t agree with the terms put up. Why must a business be brought down because of the poor actions of one man who clearly went against the companies policies as reflected in the statement by the restaurant towards the incident. 
Let’s keep it One HONDRED! Let’s ensure this lady gets justice. Let’s not in the process sound as if we are opposed to foreigners. We all know how Ghanaians can’t get enough of them. Let the morality and ethics yardstick however be the same for them. No preferential treatment whatsoever. We are all one people.
You can check out the contents of the petition here 
PETITION CONTENT