Selorm Deku

When you go without sleep for 20 to 25 hours, the drop in your performance is similar to that of someone with a blood-alcohol level of 0.10 percent. Your productivity is marred by sleep deprivation. It is even argued by some researches that when you are deprived of sleep for 36, 48, and 72 hours your body and your mind begins operating in altered states that put your health, and your life, at risk. Sleep deficiency causes heart failure, diabetes, anemic conditions, increases your blood pressure and weakens your immune system. Sleep is certainly very important. It doesn't deem wise to deprive yourself of the needed amount of sleep. The Bible however advises that we don't have to sleep too much. Sleep is so important that just as depriving one's self of it is unwise, getting too much of it can bring you poverty. A little sleep, a little slumber and continuing at that can cause your poverty to come upon you unawares like an armed man ( Read Prov. 6

In my mind, your being still colors all my thoughts. I knew I wasn't going to be able to let go, that was why I wanted you to stay. Someone tried to convince me that I was infatuated. But I contended that idea. Because if it were what they said it was, I'm not sure it could last this long. Plus, it never left me for a day since then. I didn't know what a prison was until I entered the cells of your heart. It sounds foolish to many who don't know you but I am a slave of your love. I am the only one who knows these things Your worth keeps me wondering how much loss I've made by letting you go I thought we were done when we said the byes. But now I think, maybe I should have stolen the bus keys that drove you away. I could have kidnapped the driver until you changed your mind leaving me The love I have for you  has grown into something that has taken a twist in how it affects me. Even though it still kills me from on the inside, I don&#

 I found this very helpful and decided to blog it to help those who normally search for the meanings of our beautiful Ewe names. Compiled by Dodzi K Attah dozatt@yahoo.com Ewe names and their meanings (First names) Afefa: Peaceful house/calm house Afeke: The root of the house Afelete: Established home Agbe : Life Agbeko : If only there is life Agbemabiase : The origin of life is not known Agbemafle : Life cannot be bought Agbenyefia: Life is the king (if you have life you have everything) Agbenyega: Life is the greatest (if you have life you have everything) Agbenyo: Life is good (if you have life you have everything) Agbesi: Life is the greatest (if you have life you have everything) Akorfa: Comfort/Peaceful heart Akorfala: Consoler/comforter Akpe: Thanks Akpenamawu: Thank God Akpene: Thank thee Ame

You know, Sometimes you feel like singing, 'It is NOT well with my soul', Yet your mind softly plays "Count your blessings" behind the scenes. But then you ask yourself, what have I to count? "Does Jesus care?" Does He see? And then you remember to 'stand on the promises of Christ your King and Build your hope on nothing less than Jesus' Like a flash, your heart burns with joy and you proclaim, "O yes! He cares, I know He cares" ; Nodding your head to affirm what your heart is singing,  You decide to cast your cares off you  And 'Take Him at His word, Hide His word in your heart that you might not sin against Him. Before long, you enter into "Sweet Hour of Prayer" and once you open your eyes, The courage your heart gets causes your lips to yell in reverence, "Hallelujah! Thine the glory! Hallelujah! Amen! At last, your heart begins to hum, "it is well with my soul", "God is so good&q

Letting tears down is like rivers flowing Northward for some of us The stage play of our lives is all they know us for When the crowd clapped the other day  and I smiled, my heart cried down and shook my ribs Nobody sees the salty flood of tears drowning our inner selves, The only reason I still remain afloat is the Spirit that keeps me above the cares, Somewhere down in me,  the boiling waters are kept and yet I let cool waters run to other lives, These things befall many of the 'strong-looking' personae of the street, Like the earthenware pot  Aseye of Ziope carries to the riverside, they also crack When they run errands for the masses and yet they leave their tasks undone, they also hurt at night It is their wish that someone from somewhere would pat them on the back and whisper a well-done or that at least a good Samaritan would offer them some help too Seeking help has remained that impractical thought their minds harbour, Like a stubborn dog wh

The wall was walking and the rivers stopped flowing,  Life stopped and the rocks grew bigger, But the dead beats of my heart told me I was alive. Nobody was speaking and only ghosts were murmuring from afar, I was still in yesterday when tomorrow bypassed me. My keys failed to unlock my doors and my loads grew heavier. My dreams went behind me and failure beckoned from before me To run didn't seem wise; my limbs seemed to fail me, Even if they hadn't failed, to where do I run? For the door remained locked and the keys still useless. Quitting seemed wise, but the voices of my numberless dependents cried; So I looked on them, smiled at them to give them hope Then I turned, walked and cried my heart out unending, My lips seemed sealed but my heart spoke to my God

The shuttle was empty when he entered. Twas one of those rare days   when the shuttle station was almost empty and so there would be some time between now and when it gets full. He jumped in and decided to sit behind the lone lady seated before her. He refused to stop staring at her. She was exactly the ideal figure that would attract him. She had that model-like shape that he psyched himself overtime and schooling to love and she wasn't fair in complexion either. Such a discrimination against size and color. Even though his parents didn't  like small things so much, he nursed and kept his desire for ladies who would not too big to carry in emergencies.  He is used to rejections from the ladies he likes and has developed some thick skin to cope with that. So he decided to give this one a shot.   He: Hi She: Hello (with that sort of "what-are-you-up-to" look) Then he went on to ask, "are you a student or...? " She smiled, but still wore

I have decided to seek out for what I could learn than what I have lost in all situations. So I say, "I have not lost anything, I have just had another opportunity to learn something new". Even though there is the need to accept that certain situations and events of our lives are costly, I believe there are lessons everywhere to be learned. Whatever the case, no matter how high the cost, you cannot afford to let go of the lessons the situation offer. It is not wise to suffer t he cost of difficult moments and ignore the lessons they offer too To stop learning before death is to quicken death. To remain gloomy forever because you faced the worst does not rewrite the misfortune. There is the need to pick up the lessons, smile at the future and race towards it with confidence. Don'tStopLearningEvenInTheWorstSituation|||||

Her palm is rough and soles of her feet cracked, Her waist so stiff, yet strong, Bending and rising beneath the sun's blows, Yet her smiles as wide as a queen's,   Always adorned in tattered fabric 'graced with daily sweat'. She didn't love it, but she must do it; Waking to meet another beautiful day of 'peanut hunt'. She has many mouths and hopes looking up to her,   Almost like a curse, she must hurt alone to give them joy. Her labour yields much but she earns only peanuts. Pruning, spraying, harvesting and processing all year, Only to share at a loss with the powerful men. She can't quit this trade though she hates it.   She does all, not to free her self, But to grant her seeds a break from the curse; That old foe - poverty always before her, Tho uncertain her seeds would make her proud, She never returns home till the day's work is done.

One body, many faces… As a person accustomed to natural rural life, artificial stuff becomes very conspicuously odd to me. I got used to the idea that every human had a single look and face by which they are known. Now in the city, I have come to see artificial multiple looks. Ones that are “made up”, and actually sometimes over made. Once in my city encounters, I met this lady who was a friend with a relatively stable face and look. But then she changed the next semester and oh, I could not make her out. She had over made so much that she had a new look in-congruent to the image my mind has stored of her. That birthed the death of our friendship. I wasn’t to blame – I needed to memorize school books to pass my exams and not multiple looks of the same being. When the face paints others… One rare morning when I decided to dress up in my new shirt to class, I saw a happy face of a lady with opened arms inviting a hug from me. I obeyed and offered the hug (thou

Some Thoughts on Friendships# The world of friends has never been devoid of conflicts. They just choose to place more value on their friendship than the conflicts. When they share with each other, it is not because they have so much, But because they learned that group joy exceeds personal happiness. Friends know how to live alone, but understand that people need people. Friends don't agree on everything but they move together anyways. They decide to see the needs of each other as theirs By time, they'd feel and move to ensure the best of the friendship together. Friends do not ignore the value of the investments their friends make for the sake of the friendship. To ignore what your friend does for the friendship and refuse to make a personal commitment to invest in it is an act that kills the friendship. Selorm Charles Deku

The unnatural hunger for knowledge we picked, Knowledge hunt in which we lose self, Embracing the being offered by books, Such a pursuit it is. We harvest what they plant and rarely plant ours, It’s a world teaching that knowledge is out there, Knowledge that needs a refining, The search keeps growing. The newest and seeming sound knowledge, Once researched may be refuted, We’re rare successes in our job, Right today, disproved before the morrow. When counter-evidence makes our knowledge void, Our fat egos get hurt and deflated, But by our oath, we accept defeat, But then we begin other searches. Hopefully, we’d die before they find out, That we were false academic prophets, Like how we fought the ghosts of those gone, May they continue our ghosts to fight unending.

  The convergence of erstwhile divergent unrelated emotions, minds, purposes and desires for a cause greater than what the individual mind, emotion, desire and purpose dream is what some see as love. To some, it begins at the point at where a fragile glass-like heart perceives a personality worth treasuring. That supposes the losing of the mind before the birth of it which I do not accept. The patriotic and socially inclined see it as self-denial for one’s polity and forfeiture of some of one person’s joy to bring others also upward to an appreciable level of comfort and well-being. Love means much and the explanations of it are as many as the unbroken hearts the world is still managing to deal with. IT HAS BEEN DEFINED AND REDEFINED . Another group of people against whom I am quite biased in my judgment toward see love in a simplistic sense of a momentary sexual affair. “Show me your love” means nothing less or more to these group of people than the 7

It was a practice in remote Ghana in the not too distant past when older family members travel to the city to buy footwear for the younger family members, they would measure the feet of the prospective shoe owner with broom sticks. The way it works is that because most of the people could not tell the sizes of footwear that the individual uses, they would break a locally made broomstick (manufactured from palm fronds or coconut stalks) and align it by the feet and break just enough to match the length of the broom stick with that of the shoe owners. Even in cases when the older ones want to surprise the younger ones which normally occurs during festivities, this special measurement is done when the kids are asleep.  

This story is in memory of the late Mr Bernard K. Deku . He was a man with little formal education and a lot of knowledge, very strong and very soft when dealing with his brethren. Like all men though, he wasn't flawless. Selikem was  seven years before he got into primary one. Even though by national requirements he was late in school, regionally his time was very early. Unlike most of the people in the village where he lived, he had to walk daily to the next village which was about 4 kilometers in order to attend school unless he got the blessing of a passing car. He had a brown short, a "blue-bird" slipper a little bigger than him and a red T-shirt with black stripes. Seli as he was known was a happy boy who never thought he needed anything until his school decided that all pupils must wear a certain uniformed shirt and full cover shoes.  Mr Doawu, his father who seemed to know much about the need to have formal education quickly sewed beautiful school unifo

Dear Lady, Be grateful to God for giving you good physique. But, when all what you appreciate about what He has given you is the color of your skin or the colorlessness of it, the contours and the flat tummy, the long hair and shiny nails and graced calf, then I am tempted to say you must learn to be a bit more grateful. When you take, watch and share more pictures than you read, imbibe and share  God's word with your followers on social media, there is a real problem that needs attention. There is a sure prediction that your follower-ship would wane when what you take pride in begins to be affected by the inevitable decay from the woes of old age. The number of likes, follows, comments and reactions you get would begin to drop with your increase in age which normally means a fall in the price of your physique on the social media market. Why give all focus to only one thing from all that God has blessed you with? You have intellect that needs deve

When an heart inflated by true love gets deflated by denials When opportunities seem absent for dreams And nursed love finds no bed to root down Failure inscribes its signet on wandering hopes Highflying balloons of love brought low by a puncture of "no" It scares the mind and drills scars in the heart. But new hopes keeps you going Some nos are better than yes after all  http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1444362/pierced-heart/