The Child in Me

The Child in Me

Hello everyone, it’s been a while. Enjoy this blogpost by Kwame Amoako, one of our guest writers!


Just one moment in time, can I just step into the rain, look up and allow the drops to hit every part of my face, stretch out my arms as though I’m expecting a hug from the thunders? Or, can I fold a cloth around my waist, hold the tips and run through the wind to create my own parachute, with my eyes closed, down a road with no cars, just like the road in front of my grandmother’s house? 

In there somewhere in all of us is a child who wants the freedom to be. It almost feels like an incomplete statement huh? Well, but that’s all that child really wants – to be! That child wants to be able to speak and not have the world wonder if he meant something else, or act and it’s just what it is, like you say as an adult, ‘it is what it is’, and to be honest, I’m not sure what that means today. We all yearn for that child back, and sometimes she actually surfaces… in moments we don’t realize because in that moment, we stopped being adults – we stopped thinking.

She surfaces in that moment when you watched a funny video on Tiktok and couldn’t help but fall on the floor and laugh out liters of air out of your lungs. Just that second, you have become her all over again and the world is just a small circle around you, nothing more to it but you simply laughing. Reality huh? That moment is priceless and indescribable. You are just in it, present and alive – no pain from the loss of a loved one, no stress of keeping a business running or leading a team, no keeping up appearance to maintain a relationship (no matter how it is defined), no lie to maintain, no text to respond to and no smile to stage – it’s just you in that moment. Unfortunately, that child vanishes in an instant and is vaped out as quickly as she was inhaled. 

June 6 is my birthday and this year, as the day approached, I thought about that child. I can’t bring that child back because ‘adult’ happens, but can I re-live bits of that child, and be fully aware that’s happening? I recorded a few thoughts as they struggled to float in my ‘adult-rated’ mind (I’m sure you figured out what I did there without the ‘e’). Here you go:

  1. Tell the people you love that you do, not because you want them to know, but because you’re telling them how you feel, just like a child would
  2. Be honest about how you feel, in words and in deeds, it helps you move on – just like a child, you have another fun to move on to, you can’t keep baggage dragging you
  3. Laugh out loud because it’s funny and cry out loud because it hurts
  4. Allow the childhood motor mimicry to play out, it’s fine. (I first got introduced to the concept of motor mimicry from Daniel Goleman’s book on emotional intelligence. It’s the concept of a child crying because another child is crying in pain)
  5. Hold the hand of the one you trust if you feel insecure – it establishes a bond
  6. Look people in the eye and ask for help – it is okay to hear ‘no’
  7. Have your favorite place – just like a child would call it, ‘it’s mine’… it could be while watching a movie, listening to music, being in the company of your friends, being alone in your room and reenacting your favorite concert or playing dress up
  8. Wish for things and don’t limit your imagination
  9. Make it a big deal, because for you, it is. Just like a child, no matter the task, they bring their ‘A’ game
  10. If you don’t feel right about it, show it, say it and walk away – or run to ‘mama’ like a child would, you could be right or wrong, either way, you’d need to be convinced

The list goes on and on, and I’m sure you have your own ‘child bits’ you can re-live. Here’s Kwame simply sharing his, and it’s a process, like everything else. There are people in my life I love so much it’s almost unthinkable to live without them, there are relationships I have lost through my action or theirs but time made it irreversible as they went unspoken. There are relationships I couldn’t build because I found no means or reason and there are ones I was deliberate about building.

There are words I regret never sharing, and these regrets give me the strength to do it right by the passing year. And this year, I invite you to re-live the child in you, bring your own light and let it reign supreme. You deserve that moment in time.

Kwame Amoako

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Memories are all we have

Memories are all we have

Enjoy this post by Kwame Amoako as we end one year and enter another.


[Scene 1: Aunt Elaine’s bedroom]

Aunt Adel: “I know a doctor who can do this job for us and everything will be fine”

Aunt Elaine: “Alright then, let’s go there first thing tomorrow and get this out of the way…to avoid any disgrace”

[Scene 2: Doctor’s consulting room]

Doctor: “Madam, I have assessed your daughter’s situation. For a sixteen year-old, and at 4 months, any attempt to abort the fetus will kill her. My advice, let her keep the pregnancy”

Aunt Elaine: “Oh God, we are finished! This disgrace is unbearable!” [Picture your typical African woman wailing with these words]

I wasn’t sure what to feel when I first heard this story from my mom. I had options – I’d like to remind you of that. Feeling of luck? Yes, that came but was short-lived. Anger? You bet! But towards whom, Aunt Adel or Aunt Elaine? Logic got me landing on, “well, these were women saving the education of their little girl” (in 1987). This feeling didn’t last either. Relax, I’ll get to it in a minute.

If you’re still trying to figure out the earlier scenes, don’t worry, it happens to me sometimes when I watch movies, so I get you. The 16-year-old girl was my mom, and the fetus the doctor advised to be kept…that was me. And don’t worry, this story isn’t going to be about how great the fetus turned out to be when it wasn’t aborted, so be kind to indulge me just for 3 minutes.

It scares me every time! Every time I think of that moment in the consulting room, I pause to wonder how many big decisions, similar to this, have been made in a space of time. Today, that decision is over 30 years old and that conversation in the consulting room was its moment of birth. The doctor could have taken a stab at it out of ego because, hey, this was a referral and he wouldn’t want to lose his reputation (this is all me thinking) but he didn’t! He simply used the facts and said, “I couldn’t!”, not out of compassion for the fetus – out of medical facts! And all I have of that moment, is the memory of my mother’s experience. But that memory is what nudges me when I get so angry; so sad; so frightened, at a temporary situation and tempted to make permanent decisions about them. Now, this is what the story is about.

It is the last day of the year 2021 and resolutions are being made – it is a good thing! Do it! Here’s what I am campaigning for you to add – learn to let it go. If you’re finding it difficult, pick out the memory of the amazing moments you shared and let them be the tiny spark left to light up the friendship again. You’re probably choosing a permanent end of friendship based on a temporary bump in the relationship – don’t. Ever wonder what you have to prove for your greatest friendships, it’s the memories and that’s all you have. Could you use same for the dying ones; the ones relying on you to decide on forgiving them? Each passing month, your decision is growing and every reminder is an opportunity to let it grow right or wrong. Benjamin Franklin stated it accurately when he said, “Knowing is better than wondering, waking is better than sleeping, even the worst, most intractable mistake, beats the hell out of not trying”, and I urge you to give letting go a try for the coming year and beyond. 

I’ll lend you my hope; to be a comfort to my friends in tragedy and to be able to celebrate with them in triumph, and for all the times in between, I just hope to be able to look them in the eye with total honesty.

Remember, memories are all we have, make them and use them to keep the light of friendship shinning.

Happy New Year!

By Kwame Amoako

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Bern Conference on commodity and gold trading: How can illicit financial flows be curbed?

Bern Conference on commodity and gold trading: How can illicit financial flows be curbed?

Check out this important research

Curbing Illicit Financial Flows from Resource-Rich Developing Countries

29 October 2021 / At the invitation of several research institutes, a conference on illicit financial flows in commodity trading was held today at the University of Bern. The results of two research projects were discussed with representatives from science, policy, industry and civil society, and courses of action were identified.

Developing countries are often rich in natural resources, yet poor in terms of urgently needed domestic financial resources to finance sustainable development. One reason for this are commodity trade-related illicit financial flows (IFFs). A multidisciplinary team of researchers has investigated the extent of the problem; push and pull factors related to legal gaps in host and home countries of commodity-firms; and the reasons for lack of action. On Friday, the researchers discussed their findings and their recommended responses with representatives from science, policy, industry and civil society – both broadly, with respect to commodity trading, and more specifically, with…

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Angelic encounters on my birthday

Angelic encounters on my birthday

2nd October is the memorial of the guardian angels in the Catholic liturgical calendar. It’s also my birthday and the source of my name Angela. So my birthday is also my feast day.

This year my birthday fell on a Saturday so I planned to join Fire Hour* at midnight (via zoom) so as to usher in my birthday. Interestingly, during the prayer time, the one leading asked that we read from Acts 12 where it was recounted that God sent an angel to rescue Peter from jail after prayer had been offered for him. Afterwards, I joined Family Altar^ via Zoom as well and it was very wonderful as usual.

The next day I tried to attend mass as I usually do on my birthday. However, I was travelling back to Ghana from a conference and so had to leave mass midway since it was time to leave.

I had to spend most of the day at the airport in Cote D’Ivoire because of a long transit. So my ambitious self decided to go to town, probably pass by the church to pray or join mass and probably shop. Challenge: it was raining and my umbrella was stowed safely in my luggage. I came out anyway and some one asked a young man to assist me with a taxi. The young man mentioned that a taxi to the Acension parish would cost about CFA 500 only for the one co-ordinating the taxis to say it would cost CFA 4000. The young man offered to help and we run through the rain and got a taxi. He didn’t let me pay. I went to pray and by the time I came back out, he was no longer there. Angel no 1.

Angel no. 2 was an Ivorian woman who noticed that the taxi seat had made my white dress dirty. She championed the cause for me to wash the dress and even suggested we get the dress ironed. After I washed the dress, she left.

Angel no. 3 was the security man at Ascension parish. He is Ghanaian and thus spoke very good English. He listened very attentively to my story, allowed me take pictures to my hearts content, provided the water and soap for me to wash my dress and then took it to see if it could be ironed while I went to pray. It couldn’t be ironed so he brought it back. Afterwards, he helped me get a taxi and paid for my transportation since the driver didn’t have change and I had given some of my coins to a young man begging for money.

All in all, it was an unexpected birthday filled with different experiences .

May God help us to practice random acts of kindness and always be ready to help strangers.

*Fire Hour is a Friday midnight prayer meeting organised by the Young Executives Chapter of Full Gospel Business Men’s Fellowship International

^Family Altar is a monthly first Friday all-night organised by the Family Project, a catholic lay missionary organisation in Accra

Legend for images

1. Ascension Parish in Abidjan

2. The Parish Marian Grotto

3. A street in Abidjan

4. A banner showing the Ascension of Jesus

Being Papa: Diary of a New Dad

Being Papa: Diary of a New Dad

Here’s our first parenting guest blogpost. I look forward to more! Kwame Amoako shares his experiences of being a dad.

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The Aristotle’s Challenge: Anyone can become angry – that is easy. But to be angry with the right person, to the right degree, at the right time, for the right purpose, and in the right way – that is the real test.

“Honey, what’s happening to your phone? I am trying to reach you”

“Tevin put it in water”, my wife replied.

I have always had a dream job and this keeps changing every 3 to 4 years. I have always had a place I want to be and this keeps changing – after experiencing it, I move on to the next. I wanted my own house – I got it! Eat anything I want because I can afford it, go anywhere I wish and at any time of the night because I am my own man – yes; I even say that to myself in the mirror…the hubris, huh!

Above all this, I wanted to be a dad! It is one thing I wanted, got it, and it defied the law of diminishing returns in my life.

I wanted to be a dad because I never had one. I forced the idea of the presence of a male figure in my life as having a dad – being my uncles, friends of the family and the likes of it, but that did not work. I wanted to be a dad because it is the one thing I never had but I was sure I knew how to be – I was wrong about ‘knowing how to be a dad’ part. Do not be too quick to think this will end with me telling you ‘being a dad’ is a learning process – it may be, but that is not how this ends.

Anyone who has had a deep conversation with me about my background has probably heard the story of the absence of a father. This story, just like scars, will only tell you where I have been, but not enough to tell you where I am going. It is, however, enough to define the lens through which I view the part ‘papa’ plays.

I do not believe the story my mom told me, and the story my father tells feels very convenient to him. The story they both do not know is that I went to basic school one Friday with my half-sister and my two other cousins (who are siblings) and when the closing bell sounded, both dads were waiting to pick their kids to their homes to spend the weekend. I walked back home alone – we were all living with grandma then. The story they both do not know is that I sat around the center table in my grandma’s living room alone, to fill out my college application form; selected the programs, all by myself. These represent the story they do not know and this story is my drive to ‘being papa’.

I started with Aristotle’s challenge because the process reminded me of the incidence where my son put my wife’s phone in water. I was peeved! Then I paused and asked, “Who exactly am I angry with?” My wife or my son? However, what did my wife do wrong? My son? He wasn’t even 2! This is where ‘being Papa’ is embodied.

Every single day after the birth of my sons presented me with an opportunity to be ‘papa’. To me, I became a father when I had them, but I become a dad or papa every time I lead them or make a decision with them in mind, their future in mind and their lives when I’m no more present to do all that. Here’s the point I am making, no one can take away ‘being a father’ from you, but trust me, you can lose ‘being a dad’ even for a moment! It is the moment you choose to let crying be a lesson, be manipulation, or be communication – that moment you choose to be ‘papa’ or anyone but. It is the moment you let go anger, and play logic out, bordered by emotions, to hold your son again and say, ‘hey sunshine, talk to daddy’.

These moments and how you intend to use them is entirely up to you and what you’re looking to establish as papa, but it is very defining to your child. To them, it is the difference between you and the male family member or friend. It creates the lens through which they see parenthood and it shapes their expectations (if any exists).

Remember when I said this wasn’t going to end with me telling you ‘being a dad’ is a process? Well, here’s what I want you to end with: No one can take away ‘being a father’ from you, but every day, you’ll have to strive to be ‘papa’ – there’s no destination and there’s no ‘continue from where you left off’, there’s only the moment you face every day.

So dear friend, today, remember to be dad!

Kwame Amoako



Sometimes there are some experiences you just cannot understand…but on hind sight, you see God’s hand at work in every circumstance. May this experience shared by Gloria Nkrumah be a source of encouragement to you dear reader.


Enjoy Gloria’s story below:

The year 2020 was a difficult one for everyone around the globe for obvious reasons. People lost their loved ones, sources of income, homes, and many had to deal with mental health issues due to the happenings which had affected the sanity of the world as a whole. Inasmuch as I agree that collectively, the world suffered alike in the past year, will it be out of place to say that some people were hit harder by circumstances than others? Well… It would just be a matter of opinions and the angle where a person observes from.

My story…

Just like any other person, I entered the year 2020 looking forward to a lot of fulfilled dreams; most especially getting called to the Ghana Bar. Simply put, it was my vision 2020 but as God will have it, like a play, there was a plot twist. First, I have had to retake a paper which I felt so disappointed to believe that I failed in the first place… Before you judge me, I am not an exceptionally brilliant student but at least I have always passed all my papers genuinely from day one of my education, until now. Retaking the paper was least of my problems, but at that time I was still bothered about what people would say when they hear that I had failed the paper because prior to the final exam, my name had come up twice for the best performance in the same paper in class assignments and tests.

At this point in my life, I have started learning the hard way that, life happens and so we should not be hard on ourselves and not let people’s actions or inactions bother us.

Then came the final exam in August, I had taken advantage of the two to three months lockdown when school was not in session, to prepare well and so I saw myself in the wig and gown already. But guess what? After my first two papers, something mysteriously happened, and I missed the third paper.  The realization that I have missed the paper left me devastated and shattered beyond consolation. The next hour, there I was, standing in front of the Registrar Of the Ghana School Of Law, a woman students dread the most because of her Book of Shame (a book that records the misconduct of students be it improper dressing e.t.c); wearing a slightly faded blue skinny jean, a blue black lacoste school tee shirt and a black flat shoe with my natural hair braided and unkempt. Tears rolling down my cheeks freely from my sunken eyes, my face looking very pale and my dry lips nicely concealed under my face mask, I saw my world crushing right before me.

She offered me a seat and ordered for me to be served with water. At this point, I am so sure she was thinking of the worse place than the Book of Shame to put my name because my appearance was nowhere close to the school’s prescribed dress code. Surprisingly, she was the woman I needed to meet that day.  Amidst the tears and the intermittent sipping of the water I was offered, I narrated my story whiles she listens attentively with much empathy.  All through the narration, I feared that she might think of me as one of the lazy students who fabricate stories during examinations. But I was proved wrong, she calmed me down with her words of encouragement and said a brief but concise prayer which will go a long way to console, direct and remind me of how much I need to pray just as I need breathe to live. She subsequently, told me I could only take the paper in 2021 and join the mini call enrolment.

I left her office that day feeling better than I came and much more amazed at how a simple prayer can calm the most troubled soul. I wrote the last paper with a broken heart and still hoping I would be given a chance to write the missed paper in order to graduate with my mates. It was not meant to be, that wish never happened. In short, I have to wait until this year to write that paper together with those who have retakes.

The pain of missing a paper in like manner as mine is very great and could leave one grieving for years but mine lasted for about three months, not because I am strong but because God came through for me at every stage of my grief. He spoke to me through His word on daily basis, used family and friends to encourage me and most importantly drew me closer to Himself in prayer.

In December 2020, I was full of mixed feelings because on one hand, I had passed all the papers I wrote and on the other hand, I still cannot be called to the bar because I have a missed paper to take. Throughout these trying times, I learnt a lot but the few I want to share is that, do not see life as a competition, rather see it as a personal race that must be finished well. Just stay focus and win it for yourself. Do not just add to the numbers.

You guessed right my dear, my mates were called to the bar, and I was not but I did not shut myself out. Rather, I went out to wish them well. Anytime any of them out of pity,  says  I am a victim of circumstances, I quickly tell them. “I am not a victim of circumstances; I am a student of life”.

If you are a Christian like I am, I want you to know that you are not above challenges or pains of any sort. The difference between us and unbelievers is that we go through challenges with God, who remains our steadfast anchor and so we always come out stronger unlike unbelievers who seldom make it through.  The choice is yours to make but the offer is still open for you to accept Jesus Christ as your savior today.

The next time you may hear from me, I would be a lawyer but that alone does not excite me like the lessons the process of becoming a lawyer has taught me. The race is not to the swift nor the battle to the strong nor bread to the wise but chance and time happens to them all (Excerpts from Ecclesiastes 9:11-The Holy Bible).

Try to see the good in the bad and enjoy life.

By yours faithfully,

A certain dogged Christian.

Gloria Nkrumah-Mmra

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Book Review of From Achinakrom To Pro-Vice Chancellor

Book Review of From Achinakrom To Pro-Vice Chancellor

Author: Professor Florence Abena Dolphyne

The story of women’s higher education in Ghana can never be told without the mention of Professor Florence Dolphyne. Until Professor Nana Aba Amfo became the Pro-vice Chancellor in Charge of Academic and Student Affairs at the University of Ghana, Professor Dolphyne was the first and only female to have done so. Thus her autobiography would certainly be worth reading. A comprehensive foreward is provided by Mrs. Matilda Amissah-Arthur, a cousin of the author and an author herself.

The eleven chapter book reads very easily and is very riveting. The first chapter outlines her early years till her middle school education at Mmofraturo, a girl’s boarding school. She recounts many interesting incidents from boarding school including the visit of the wife of the founder of the Boys Scouts and Girls Guide movement, Lady Baden Powell. The second chapter recounts her father’s postings to Manso Atwere and Atuabo. She recounts her long and ardous journey to Atuabo after leaving Mmofraturo. Chapter three takes us to Wesley Girls High School where she had her Secondary education and to Mfantsipim for her A levels. Chapter four takes us to University of Ghana where she details her undergraduate education and being one of the few women who were resident in Commonwealth Hall until Volta Hall was completed. After her first degree, she taught briefly at Labone Secondary School before she was awarded a scholarship to the University of London. Her graduate education is the subject of Chapter five. In London, she encounters racism but she also meets her husband, Kofi Dolphyne an aircraft engineer and they get married. In the area of academics, her masters degree is converted to a PhD and she returns to Ghana after acquiring the PhD. Chapter 6 and 7 detail her academic career at the University of Ghana with the former focusing on her academic work while the latter explores her other engagements at the University including her work in Volta Hall, her work as dean of the faculty of Arts and ends with an account of her stewardship as Pro Vice Chancellor. Chapters 8,9 and 10 outline her involvement in Women’s Activities, Church activities and national activities. The final chapter gives us a view of her family life. She freely recounts her struggles with fertility after having having fibroids and the hysterectomy she had when the fibroids recurred. Her daughter Akuba, was a blessing indeed.

Professor Dolphyne shows us how Ghana has evolved over time. Her story is a must read for every young woman, every lover of language and for everyone who has Ghana at heart.

Angela Azumah Alu, 07/07/2021

Book Review of Trial Marriage Husband: Need to work hard

Book Review of Trial Marriage Husband: Need to work hard

Book review of Trial Marriage Husband: Need to work hard by Passion Honey

Translation and editing by Yunyi

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Honestly, I came across this book by accident. It showed up in my Facebook feed and once I started I was hooked. It had 1274 chapters so it took quite some time.

The story is basically about a Chinese couple: Mo Ting and Tang Tangning and how they navigate the entertainment world in China.

Mo Ting is a rich entertainment business man who desperately needs to get married because his grandfather has ordered him to. So he doesn’t care whom he marries but unfortunately his randomly chosen bride to be is late for the ceremony. Tangning is a model who has just been stood up by her groom to be. So she asks Ting if the two of them can marry. They do and somehow it turns out to be a match made in heaven. The two of them complement each other well and they basically keep overcoming one obstacle after another. The obstacles seem never ending but they are up to every challenge and keep winning one battle after another. At every point, their love for each other shines out. The novel also goes on till their three children are all grown up and married. You can imagine how long that will be.

It’s the first Chinese novel I can remember reading so it was quite new for me. I love the strong female protagonist and the other strong female characters in the novel. It was an interesting delve into Chinese culture and I really learnt a lot. For instance, I learnt that Chinese names are written surname first before first name.

It’s very long but I totally recommend it. However readers should take note that because it is translated, sometimes the English is a bit funny. There are also a lot of romance scenes although they are pretty tame.

I would rate it 4/5

Angela Azumah Alu

Catholic Archdiocese of Accra Launches International World Youth Day (IWYD)

Catholic Archdiocese of Accra Launches International World Youth Day (IWYD)

The Catholic Archdiocese of Accra has launched the International World Youth Day (IWYD) in Accra.

The event sees Catholic youth worldwide gathering every three years in a lifetime’s pilgrimage.

As a prelude to the next edition slated for 2023 in Lisbon, Portugal, the Accra Archdiocesan Catholic Youth Council (AADCYC) held an official launch at the St. James Catholic Church, Osu. The event was launched by the chairman of the Archdiocesan Youth Council, Mr Anthony Assuah. 

In an address, Very Rev. Father Januarius Akpabli (Archdiocesan Youth and Vocations Director) encouraged all youth to do their best to participate in the IWYD as some experiences are best felt first hand than told. 

The chairperson of the local organising committee, Dr. Linus Labik, in his presentation outlined the documentation and personal requirements, activities, tour sites and expected events likely to take place at the event.

A panel of 3  IWYD alumni ; Charles Mark Odoi, Angela Alu and Maame Efua Senti shared their experiences and fundraising strategies with the audience. It was an enlightening and engaging session with practical lessons on preparation and testimonies.

In attendance were some Deanery and Parish Youth Chaplains, AADCYC and Deanery Executives, representatives from various parishes and alumni of previous IWYD events.

The IWYD is an opportunity to experience the catholic faith in a different culture, build a network of friendships and associates not forgetting meeting the Pope. 

By Vennera Adedjeh Mensah

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Movie Review of Jingle Jangle

Movie Review of Jingle Jangle

“Jingle Jangle”tells the story of Jeronicus Jangle, a toymaker and inventor. He is betrayed by his apprentice and seemingly loses his “mojo” but 30 years later, his grand daughter helps to restore everything.

It’s a beautiful cantata with lots of inspiring songs and there’s a Ghanaian song in there…Grandpa me nie by Bisa Kdei.

Some lessons/take aways from the movie

Sometimes “shit” happens to us; a broken heart, a betrayal, a disappointment etc. How we deal with it is more important than the action itself. Does whatever we have experienced cause us to lose faith? Do we see it as an opportunity to do better? Can we see the good in the bad? Do we allow it to redirect our actions for good or for bad? Remember that a knockdown is not the end of life. Sometimes, it can be the beginning of life. Don’t “waste” 30 years of your life because someone betrayed you. By all means, grieve your loss but please get back up again. Sometimes the latter years can be the greatest of all. Remember the story of Job in the bible.

Evil may seem to triumph for a while but it will not do so forever! As we find with villains in general, something always goes wrong. Plus, they always seem to think they’re on top and they underestimate “small” things which usually turn out to be the most important things of all. Don’t ever give up in the fight against evil because you think you are too small or insignificant. Remember it takes just a light from a candle to drive away the darkness. Shine like the star you are. I think Journey is the real heroine of the movie. She reminds me of Jesus whose birth we’ll be celebrating at Christmas. He was and is God’s answer to all the evil in the world.

You really do need to believe! Jeronicus could no longer invent because he just couldn’t believe. How true that is of us! A failure or some other setback makes us think we can’t do it anymore…and by thinking that we can’t, it actually becomes true…and then we think we were right. Well, of course that’s what you wanted! So that’s what happened. Please remember to believe. I love the quote attributed to Henry Ford that Journey told Edison. “Whether you think you can or you think you can’t, you’re right”. Jesus talks about how faith the size of a mustard seed can move mountains. Try it today. Begin to believe…even if you don’t think you can yet. The results just might surprise you. What you thought was impossible just might come true.

These are my top three takeaways. There are a lot of other lessons such as: the power of perseverance, the importance of apologising, the need to sometimes wait for our turn, the motivations for evil/wrongdoing and how evil is usually a perversion of the good.

Angela Azumah Alu