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!

Nude Videos, Judgement and Jealousy

Over the weekend a WhatsApp group informed me of a nude video of Rashida of “Mala**ka fame, painting the internet red with some three flies. 
You don’t need to watch long to declare the video offensive and disgusting. Even without the flies its disgusting and unfortunately quite sad. (Those poor flies)
Later that evening as I scrolled through my timeline on Facebook, I came across a post from Ghanaian actress and media personality, Ama K Abrebese reiterating a point she made about Rashida in a previous post where she quoted a section of an article written by Manasseh Azure Awuni about Rashida.
The quote termed Rashida a deviant deserving public sympathy as opposed to praises. You can read the original post here. It also has a link to Manasseh’s article as well.
I agree with Manasseh statements especially the part about her deserving our sympathy. Unfortunately however, some saw this post by Ama as a jealous attack. 
If you scroll through the comments you will see some very ridiculous sentiments that makes you wonder whether they understood the context of the post.
I had to reply to some comments and later realized that there was an army of Ghanaians that my logic wouldn’t penetrate through. I realized that the behavior displayed through the comments is a reflection of the moral decay in our country.
A good bunch of us are hypocrites. Lets admit it and stop pretending. This is the problem with Ghana. We don’t like to call out wrong doing and when someone does, instead of us applauding, we rather call the person jealous or a hater.
Such ignorance is sometimes displayed in conjunction with religion where by some via comments on the post, called Ama out for passing judgement. That’s when I realized that people are really confused and begun wondering whether we read the same bible.
Just because you call out wrong doing doesn’t mean you are judging. Its just acknowledging that wrong has been done. It is good for society to call out wrong and right more often for it sensitizes the public on morality. 
Just take a look at the nonsense that goes on in our society. Traffic manners, sanitation and sex videos or nude photos being sent out by Mr. Anonymous. This practice of wrong continues and is encouraged by us and our silence is evidence of our recommendation. How are the vulnerable to know something is wrong if we don’t speak out?
I say this not claiming the title of saint, for in my life time I have changed my wrong ways because it was called out.
I acknowledge that there are different opinions on what’s right and wrong; that majority is also not always right. I however prefer a society of varying arguments on what is right and wrong than a silent one that leaves the vulnerable and younger generation with little choice in the area of reason. 
Lets all speak out against wrong doing. Even if we are proved wrong we learn from it.
Keep it One HONDRED!