Welcome to 2020! There’s some debate about whether the new decade starts this year or in 2021…but either way, it’s a new year with amazing possibilities!
One thought for you this year: what’s the worst that can happen? Aka, Just try. You may have heard it several times…but try implementation 🙂
In line with “just starting”, our first blog post for the year is an experience of the magical power of hope. Enjoy! May your year be awesome!
It’s a guest post by Kwame Amoako.
“A belief is not merely an idea the mind possesses; it is an idea that possesses the mind”
~ Robert Oxton Bolton~
It is entirely your choice, to believe or not to believe. It is entirely your will, to want or not to want, whatever you choose to do, be sure to do it right for the world – it never hurts. This statement is how I summarize my journey to the United States of America.
I have always told my closest friends that one day I wish to be in the United States of America; that one day I wish to be a student of one of the Ivy Leagues; that one day I wish to have my children born in the United States of America. I admire this country so much for all the “great things”, an expression my 96-year-old friend and mentor, Mr. Richard Maximillian Akwei, used to describe what he loves about the country, “The United States has the best of everything and the worst of everything, but Kwame, go for the best of everything!”, in his own words.
All these were wishes. Did I have a plan? No! Where was I going to stay? Whose am I going to? Am I going to quit my job? Am I moving my wife too, simply because I wanted to be in the United States? So, to simply answer the question, it would make no sense! What was the plan then? I am glad you asked. Come along with me, let’s explore the oldest plan in the history of time.
It was a Thursday night in the month of December and the year was 2018. I got home tired from work and I was met by my wife with a smile I recognized the day we first met. She looked at me in my tired state and said, “honey, God has honored us with parenthood…you are going to be a father!” this was her way of announcing that she was pregnant! I knelt before her and spoke these words to the growing blessing in her stomach, “I will make you proud to call me dad!” and I meant those words because I always wanted to be the father I never had; one who makes his child the center of every action he takes and every move he makes; one who stays up all night planning a future ten steps ahead of his child. Except I was wrong about the statement “…the father I never had”. Because I had benefited from exactly that, from the God I cried a “broken Alleluiah” to, every night before sleeping. My son was born on August 8, 2019. Guess where he was born?
I named my son Maximillian, after my 96-year-old friend and mentor. The meaning of Maximillian is “the greatest”, a name the Roman Emperor Frederick III, gave his first son and eventual heir. Guess whose first name is Frederick?
I had applied to Yale School of Management to take a Master of Advanced Management program – a post MBA program offered by this great institution. I got admission into the school on April 1, 2019 and the fee wasn’t an amount I could cough out. I know the question you wish to ask me, “Kwame, if you didn’t have the money for the program, why did you apply?”, a deeper person would add, “especially when you had a baby on the way”. Well, newsflash…you are not the only one who thought that way. I had three friends who asked me this exact question!
I went to the States in July and my son was born there in August, then I left for school exactly a week after. Yes, I was present during the birth and was given the honor by the surgeon, to cut the umbilical cord of my son, as his father. Guess who owes nothing for the birth of Maximillian? I am proud to give my son dual citizenship as a gateway to making him a citizen of the world! This was a statement I made when I was 15 years old!
As you read this article, the second and final semester of my program starts next week and guess who owes the school no outstanding bill?
This is what I am trying to say to you as you read every line; I only hoped for these things to happen and I had no plan! One thing I was sure of was 1 John 5:4, “for everyone born of God overcomes the world. This is the victory that has overcome the world, even our faith.” This belief possesses my mind and not the other way around, as rightly put by Robert Oxton Bolton. Not because I was born a Presbyterian, and not because my grandmother made sure to wake me up at 4:00am, to do our morning devotion every day before school, when I was a child. But because I have been the main character of the story of miracle.
As for how I came up with the title of this article, here’s how; a young man I am mentoring asked me, “Kwame, I know you didn’t have enough for Yale and yet you’re there now, how are you going to go through with it?”, my response, “Nana, I have a plan”. “What exactly is this plan, Kwame?” he asked. That very moment, I had a strong conviction to use these words, “the oldest plan in the history of time”. “which is?”, he asked again. I responded, “hope”!
I had one thing in my backpack for this hiking and climbing journey, to chart a path worthy of pride, truth, honor, justice, purity, love and praise in the eyes of the world I leave behind (Philippians 4:8); that one thing is hope.
As I said in the beginning, it is entirely your choice to believe or not to believe. It is entirely your will, to want or not to want, whatever you choose to do, be sure to do it right for the world – it never hurts!