Today has been a very lovely day. It has also left me shaking my head a few times and I thought I would share because ...
I started out my day as I usually would. I had not woken up early enough for school and I was running late. I refused to be late today though because I had been late so many times. I left my house exactly at 9 am hoping to get the 9:06 am bus but the bus didn't arrive until 9:11 am. I walked into the bus, feeling up my jacket for my metro card but it was not there. So I looked in my backpack but it was not there either.
"Can I please get a ride?"
"What?"
"I can't find my metro-card. Can I get a ride?"
"No"
"Please I can't find my metro card"
"You need to get some change from the store."
"Can I please get a ride?"
"No"
So I walked out. Not at all embarrassed because it wasn't the first time a bus driver had done this to me. I had learned how to handle New York City Bus drivers. I turned around and checked my pockets again and voila!. It was there all this time but the bus wasn't. It had already reached its next stop and I was determined to get on that bus. I would be in school on time and I would make the bus driver feel little bad. Nothing more. I run like I had never run before. The last time I run this much was probably in high school. I didn't make it in time to catch the bus but there was still hope. I continued to the next stop. Green Light! no no no.
Fortunately, I made it on the bus. I didn't care to let the bus driver know that I had found the card. But I had heard a sweet voice(aka The Holy Spirit), saying this would be the most difficult part of the day. Boy was I glad it was over.
Like magic my day did gradually get better. I was coughing profusely after this marathon and right before I got off the bus, the girl who I was sitting next to offered me some vix. It is the first time anyone (stranger) has ever given me anything on the bus. I was truly grateful.
When I got to school, I tutored such a lovely student. He was a music major who played the saxophone. All the while, on the bus, I had been thinking about how to spread the word and ways not to be awkward about it. I asked the student how music major was going and he said something about God giving him a great opportunity. There is that great feeling when someone knows the God that you know.
My day got way better when I recieved some funds I needed to attend a conference. I had asked for this way back in February but some Angels had moved heaven and earth to make sure I got it.
Thank You.. He does..to those that love Him and are called according to His purpose. Romans 8:28
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First award goes to my grandmother, my father's mother, who taught me how to cook. I grew up with this old but really talented chef that cared so much about life. She had a little garden in our backyard where she grew anything she could lay her hands on. She started with peppers then moved on to yams and then tomatoes and on and on and on. She would always ask me to help her water the plants after I came home from school. I always saw it as a bother: I would rather run around or sleep under a table. (weird child, I know). Looking back now, my grandmother presented me with the warmest part of life, which is the ability to give something else life. She is the reason why I write so many stories and poems. She is one of the reasons why I miss Ghana most of the time. She is probably the only reason why I care so much about other people and act more mature than my age. .jpg)
The second award goes to Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie. You haven't heard of her? well then you are missing out on a really good literature I had the opportunity to meet her ealier this month at the Aspen Institute and I took a selfie but that is besides the point. Because of Adichie, I went back writing and I am really happy about that. (I switched from my creative writing concentration to literature and creative writing is never the same when things like that happen).jpg)
. I am grateful that she is a woman who writes creatively. I appreciate it even more that she has inspired my research topic for graduate school. Reading her works not only makes me feel relaxed but also allows me to be confident in whatever I want to say (well, about literature). Relevance, yes that's the word, she allows me to brings relevance to my education. I was blessed to meet her earlier this month at the
