Live in the now

When items or activities are readily at our disposal, we tend to take them for granted. Once such items or activities are far from our reach, we begin to treasure them.

I enjoy sleep but I did not really attach much importance to sleep until I went to the boarding house. Living in the boarding house came with rules; scheduled sleeping times, restricted food choices restriction of movement and so many more rules.

After my Basic Education Certificate Exams (B. E. C. E) I stayed at home for about three months in preparation for my new life in the Senior High School. In those days, I sleep as early as 9pm and wake up at 5am as my Mama will want it. After performing my morning chores, I go back to sleep not even worrying about taking my breakfast. As for me, I prefer taking brunch. When I get my banku with hot grinded pepper or fufu with light soup around 11am, then I know I’m living the life!

Sadly, I never really treasured all these until I experienced the boarding house life.

Then came life in the university!! Oh the joy, the fears, the confusion and everything in between!

At long last I got the opportunity to experience life in the university. The rules there seemed invisible so it made it seem more friendly. I had read and heard so many so many stories about how living as a university student can be entertaining. Well, my first year failed to confirm this because I was still adjusting to a system where notices were served via email (this was when I was still using my Nokia 3310 o) and some posted on notice boards. 


There was no compulsory morning assembly where I used to go to welcome the new day together with my friends, neither was there any compulsory morning mass where Father George will offer prayers to God on everyone’s behalf. Can you imagine there was no dining hall with scheduled eating times? There was no scheduled eating time, where I often march towards the dining hall with my friends only to meet one strict and fierce senior seated at the dining table, waiting to give us a portion of the food. 

Finally, there was no bell to wake me up for my 7:30am lecture! Freedom! Injurious freedom! No wonder I was often late for classes.

Living in the university for the first year made me realize I could have enjoyed my moments in the senior high school more. I did not make the best of the rare opportunity of living in the boarding house because I was eager to leave what I perceived as the “lion’s den” to what was described to me and many of my friends as “paradise” by all and sundry.

Recently I fixed artificial nails for the first time in my 20 something years. I couldn’t easily eat my favorite fufu with soup. I’m not exaggerating but I couldn’t even wear my earrings. I had to take them to my colleague in the office who helped me wear them. I encountered so much difficulty in using my fingers to perform my daily tasks. Then came washing my clothes! Hmmmm… In those times, washing became a battle between my fingers and my clothes! I couldn’t believe this! Then I missed my precious fingers without the artificial nails. The nails really looked good on me too I’ll definitely fix the artificial nails again, but I’m glad I learnt to enjoy and treasure my own nails in this manner. 

  Living abroad! I didn’t know gari was so precious until I was forced to live without correct banku with hot pepper for months. I had to quickly find a remedy to this so I had to resort to using gari (cassava flakes) to prepare “banku”. So I had to buy this gari.  In China, the price for a small cup (500g) was 50 which is about Gh30.00. While a 3kg of gari back at home in Ghana was Gh6.00. Imagine the huge difference!!!

After buying that 500g gari for 50, I made a firm resolution to attach much importance to every local food when I return to Ghana. 

How many of us value and enjoy our present moments? Do you live in the now? Or you are always looking forward to how beautiful your future could be. Live in the now! Treasure your everyday moments. Don’t wait till they are gone before you decide to live them. It might be late…

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