I do not regret to announce the death of a certain specialty of ignorance.
There will be no wake keeping.
Venue: Our Minds
Chief Mourners: Deception
All my story needs is one scene. You have just been transported to a funeral and just look, it’s me up there getting ready to read the tribute I wrote.
TRIBUTE BY ME
All we hear is the ‘lub-dub’. Hiding behind the perceivable is a whole expedition. The wild and potent contractions of cardiac muscle send cascades of bright red waves through the body’s elastic pipes. The competent valves bow or retreat in action, then crimson blood is sent gushing on its way. The gracious cycle repeats- but all we hear again is just another soft heartbeat.
All we feel is that funny muscle twitch. Behind the scenes of this phenomenal movie lies a sea of nerves-the body’s electricity network. Power is transmitted along steady cables and feedback generated.
Dropkick us into an oblivion of what surrounds us just so that we can have a mind-resetting. It is called Leadership but Ghana’s is sinking. In the midst of this, the excuse is that we rather have a submarine and many of the naive are drowning. Pardon me, this is no prevarication. We are building a story.
Don’t call me a leader when I win some form of election. Maternity wards are seething with captains but it is unfortunate that the navy starts recruiting at such a wrong time! A time when due to the mis-en-scene they undergo a metamorphosis into ringleaders.
Everyone is born a leader and I hate that this now sounds hackneyed. Everyone is born a leader, the first follower you have is yourself. Your mind is your premier disciple. It is disconcerting to know that, rather than beginning the work on ourselves, carpenters are forever busy carving high seats to fit the shapes of our elected leaders- tell me about all the compromising! Inform the camera lens about a leader who has not been well led and has not tasted service, then wait and see the picture develop- the picture of a ship with no compass, a ship whose mentor is the Titanic.
Each one of us was woven, knitted together by God and sent down with a purpose, a unique pair of shoes to walk in-destiny. Ghanaians complain vehemently but amazingly we have yet to realize the 26 million and counting solutions plodding the surface of our land and hurtling unassumingly into a cul-de-sac of limited drive and unproductivity. This can indubitably be put down to the ignorance of exactly where and in what direction our piece of the puzzle fits. Faster than anyone can blink, many now lead different and unfamiliar dreams with a dose of valium- they don’t seem to want to wake up anytime soon. Leaders are lost at every level because Samson is told that he can be enrolled on the condition that he cuts his hair. In summary, great leadership cannot be the product of unfulfilled destinies.
Leadership is a course, but many do not enjoy studying. We are pruning instead of uprooting. Ghana is clinging to life by a thread and our leaders wield the pair of scissors. Leaders do not grow out of their seats. Leaders are molded and nurtured. You are the leader Ghana is waiting for. Lead your God-given dream. That’s how uncomplicated this issue is. Just find and live your dream!
All we hear is the ‘lub-dub’. Hiding behind the perceivable is a whole expedition. The wild and potent contractions of cardiac muscle send cascades of bright red waves through the body’s elastic pipes. The competent valves bow or retreat in action, then crimson blood is sent gushing on its way. The cycle repeats- but now we know all that goes on behind the scenes!
Kindly lower the casket…
Semi-Finalist Content from the 2016 #360WritersChallenge