Speak and you are…

March is here again, we thank thee Oh Lord! March is so special to me because growing up come March there was always some kind of celebration as my dad was born on March 20th. Amazingly to keep the tradition going, my daughter who turns three this March was also born on March 20th. Dad is no longer with us and although 15 years sounds like a lifetime to many, I can still look back and remember every scene, hear every sound, smell the sweet aroma of freshly baked Tea Bread from the bakery two houses down the lane.  I can even feel my heart stop for a brief moment when I think of that fateful morning Daddy went to be with the Lord, as if it were just yesterday…It was on a Tuesday morning as I recall, I had spent the Friday before at Korle-Bu Teaching Hospital; got sick at work. One of my colleagues placed a call to Daddy, minutes later, he showed up wearing his bathroom slippers all shaken. I remember saying to him: “Daa I am only a little sick and you look like you are about to die in my place?” He replied: “wait till you have children and then you will know what it feels like.” Well Daddy I now know what you meant. I got discharged and Daddy took me home that very day. That night, Daddy and I sat in the porch and talked for a little before I retired to bed, “Daa do you remember I lent you some money? “He did not let me finish and said “ I never saw a little girl who loved money so much, one day you will come into my room to ask me for money and I will be gone, come for it in the morning.” He was smiling for he had paid that very debt too many times.  Anyway, three days went by without any incidences, on the fourth day at 6:00am, Daddy comes into my room and checks on me, he then goes back to his room to do his morning devotion. Half an hour later I heard his radio on Joy FM. At 7am I asked a young lady who had been living with us  to go get some money from Daddy so we could buy him his morning Graphic and Times as well as a few notes for me! In three or so minutes, she returned to tell me that Daddy wasn’t answering. I followed her back and when he didn’t respond on calling out to him, I proceeded into his room. He seemed to be sleeping but the problem was; you couldn’t pass by the man’s door step without waking him up for he was such a light sleeper and so I became frantic with worry. “Daa, Daa! Mr. Ayi-Bonte!” I screamed but there was no response. At this point I was shaking him uncontrollably with the young lady already in tears screaming for help.  When I couldn’t get him to wake up, I stopped and stared into his face it was then that I noticed the droop on his left side. OMG, the power of words I thought to myself! I began to feel a chilling sensation going down my spine and so I sat at the edge of his bed and froze…

Death and life are in the power of the tongue; and they that love it shall eat the fruit thereof (Proverbs 18:21.) Though many a time we carelessly or even playfully utter things we should not be saying, let us note that there is an eternal implication of what comes out of our mouths for it exposes what is in our heart.  Matthew 12: 36 warns us of the replication of carelessly spoken words for we would be held accountable, for by our words would we be acquitted or condemned.

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