I’ve never been that girl who wanted a family early on in her youth. To the contrary, I always imagined myself settling down somewhere in my thirties only after jetting off around world having hair-raising adventures and accomplishing a slew of worthy pursuits. I even used to joke that I’d finally settle down at forty.
And now here I am, with the reality of the situation vastly different… (I’m not complaining though, I love what I’ve created with my life so far…)
As the delivery day draws closer and closer I find myself wondering a lot of things… Parenting one child is difficult enough, would I really be able to manage two?? You hear of women who lay their dreams by the wayside after the arrival of children…would I be one of them?? I have so many plans and projects… and I’ve even been told I might have to completely give up blogging, is that right??
I don’t know, but I have a feeling everything will turn out for the best…or perhaps I’m being overly idealistic, I’ve often been accused of that… Maybe it’s time I started believing again that I’m the luckiest girl in the world! I shall create my own luck. I shall trust my intuition. And I shall let go and let God…
It shall be well.
These days, the electricity situation has been really terrible. The power flickers on and off like disco lights, and as you can imagine, that presents its own special challenges.
I can’t help but admire big dreamers in Ghana, those who chug on through the mires of our muddy country in a bid to bring into life wonderful visions only they can see. There are so many challenges that face them! The power situation, the state of our roads, people’s attitudes, the list is seemingly endless… And yet inevitably, the challenges make the triumphs even more exciting when they happen.
I guess one can’t help but dream, because the alternative is to face feeling dejected and overcome by circumstances, and of what good would that be…
For M who lives here as a foreigner, I guess Ghana can seem unbearable at times, especially with all the corruption and complacency that seems an intricate woven part of the fabric of life here. And all the infrastructure he takes for granted in his country that is missing here…
For Alexander, what he misses most is a playground… he loves the slide and the swing.
But despite it all, I can’t help but love this country, and I firmly believe we the up-and-coming generation will make it better… Because we refuse to stop dreaming and believing, and because we work darn hard to turn those dreams into a beautiful reality.
And we shall never stop dreaming, believing, working.
Fellow Ghanaians and dreamers, what do you think?