Bless you Mr Commey #Mfantsipimat150
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😂😂😂 some gbeke this man find out say some boys dey the dorm wey dem no go prep. He bring one of the security guys wey dem dey weed the beds under with cutlasses
We dey talk teachers but nobody mention Titray ein name for here. He teach we energy and energy changes after introduction to chemistry. Ebi later he rec say he do mistake he for teach mole concept and things first. Herh Titray 😭
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Mr Commey
Mfantsipim is 150!!!🔴⚫️
Fellow MOBA’s let’s quote this tweet with your favourite Mfantsipim teacher ❤️🖤
#Mfantsipimat150
All these without ever getting the chance to play a 1000 on grass.
I honestly think that people who call Federer the goat are simply blinded by bias. Because in reality, he’s not even 2nd best.
Novak Djokovic is in the lead for every major statistic other than Olympic Golds - so he is comfortably the best ever.
So for 2nd place… when we compare all the major stats, such as Slams, Masters, Big Titles, and etc… well, Nadal has more of all of these than Federer does.
The only statistics Federer leads Nadal in are time spent at No1, and ATP Finals titles. Every other major statistic, Nadal wins.
In all honesty, Federer lost his argument in the goat debate several years ago.
The only thing keeping it alive is a mix of bias and love for the great man.
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1. My father is dead.
2. I have thought long and hard about how to say this. I have just had to settle on the truth.
3. On Saturday 10th October, I was with him at the funeral of his sister. We did not speak. He was sitting with the elders. I raised my hand to him. And he nodded and flashed his 32.
4. I looked awa embarrassed. Shy that everyone knew my dad was my number 1 fan and cheerleader; and had no poker face when he say me. He beamed without control.
5. I rolled my eye in my head.
6. That was the last time “we spoke.” Sorry we did not speak. Not in the conventional sense. That is how we spoke. A raised hand met a nod.
7. At my auntie’s funeral. I was only thinking of a work I was doing for the Constitution Review Implementation Committee that I needed to send that Saturday. So I sat half the funeral in my car and worked.
8. I took time to stand and look at the body of my Auntie. I said a prayer. Removed myself when I was getting emotionally overwhelmed and drove back to Accra.
9. That evening I wrote a long post about death. Her death. The next morning, I wrote … ““Slow down. You are doing fine. You can’t be everything… before your time. “
Breathe today. You are alive. That’s a good starting place. You will survive. ❤️”
10. Two hours later, my dad sent me his last message “ Mercy woke me up again”.
11. An hour later, i was at my desk working. When I got a call that a Good Samaritan had found him on the street; and they were transporting him to a hospital.
12. Apparently my father, was taking a walk towards the funeral house where his sister’s funeral was being held.
13. The Samaritan had dialled his last dialled numbers.
14. I called family who were closer to get to him.
15. While on those calls, coordinating to get help for my dad.
16. I got the text “Call me again. What am hearing is not a good news. I learnt he's no more”. I shut down.
17. He arrived at the hospital dead. I found out the next day when I went to the hospital to arrange transfer of “his body”.
18. According to the Samaritan, he was in a Trotro when he say a man collapsed on the side of the road; and some kids trying to steal his phones. He got out, gave them a chase and retrieved the phones.
19. Having no car and no access to any ambulance, he called a “pragya”.
20. He died before they got to the hospital
21. My uncle messaged me some days later. “Your father died a gentleman. He said. I said no. Don’t sugarcoat it. My father died by the side of a road.
22. I did not expect to be this hard hit by the death of my father. Not that I know what to expect on the death of a father.
23. My father loved me. More than I ever could love myself.
24. At night, when I am unable to sleep; which is everyday now. I read messages from his phone.
25. My fathers whole life revolved around forwarding my Facebook posts to friends. Sending news stories about me to friends.
26. He talked to friends about the day I will become president.
27. When people had any problem, he told them his son the lawyer can help. Just give him a call.
28. He had no life outside of me I could find enough details of.
29. I didn’t see that from my end. From my end, I saw a father I could never tell a secret to. Because he couldn’t keep his mouth about me.
30. If I told him, I was in Europe speaking at a conference. He made sure the whole world knew. Details I kept off Facebook; he will tell others even when I made him swear not to.
31. He knew only how to love one way. Proudly.
32. I hated my father for it. It is those we love that we hate the most.
33. My son will never meet my father. And that brings tears to my eyes.
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God on high, hear my prayer
In my need, You have always been there
He is young, he's afraid
Let him rest. Bring him home
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The summers die, one by one
How soon they fly, on and on
And I am old and will be gone
Bring him peace, bring him joy
He is young, he is only a boy
You can take, you can give
Let him be, let him live
Joel retweeted
When I listened to this, it dawned on me that I suspect the devil is very fond of the word “better.”
It sounds like progress, while going nowhere.
Being in love is the blossom, and marriage is the long and often unglamorous business of harvesting.
Whoever abandons their orchard at the first drought will die having tasted nothing but the flowers and will go to the grave insisting that fruit is a fairy tale told by people who were afraid to leave it behind.
