Laura Kathleen Lawson

Wipe My Tears, O Ghana (eBook, ePUB)

The Tears of a Desperate Ghanaian Girl Fainting from Holding on to a Nearly Impossible Dream

• Format: ePub

Produktbeschreibung

This story is of a young Ghanaian girl; Kabuki who is suffering an extreme case of depression because she cannot live her dreams; which is to exploit all of her potentials and experience the kind of freedom others like herself enjoy in other developed countries; is frustrated and disappointed because Ghana is facing deep unlimited challenges that directly affect her and her inability to live her life and she sees no sign of these problems going away anytime soon. Her uncountable attempts at living her dreams at all cost through time, draws her to the painful realization of various challenges that limit her growth in Ghana leaving her broken in faith with a deep threat to throw her dreams to the curb. Despite the decade of research work combined with her proposed solutions, she is always turned away by the units that matter and taken for granted by the people who have what it takes to help her situation. On her journey to discover what it takes to develop potentials, she encounters millions of Ghanaians holding on to broken dreams and defining wrong outlets to pour their frustrations. One sleepless and frustrated night, she wakes up in tears and pours out her heart on paper to her Psychologist. She pinpoints her personal opinion on problems in Ghana, analyzes them and offers strategies to combat the challenges. Wipe my tears, O Ghana is a wakeup call to our leaders, political parties and influencers of society. It is time we all pause, reflect and take a critical look at what the needs of the people in the nation are which is the only ingredient required to grow the nation.

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Produktdetails

• Verlag: Trafford Publishing
• Seitenzahl: 108
• Erscheinungstermin: 5. September 2017
• Englisch
• ISBN-13: 9781490769493
• Artikelnr.: 52599326

Autorenporträt

My Dear Psychologist, I know I got too passionate with my whole write up and got my stuff mixed but I know you definitely understand me from where I stand and would pardon my little errors. I never promised you perfect. You see, I desire to grow. I desire to change my circumstances. I desire to transform to what I really want to be deep desire. I feel trapped inside and I'm not growing any younger. It's been years since I started fighting this battle and I'm lost in it all. Can't find my worth no more and if I can't, I can't continue my journey. O Lord, mediocrity is killing me fast. Hmmmmm. Nevertheless, I carry a belief that projects faith in the existence of a greater force that can step out of the blue and help me achieve this deep desire. But while I hope and hold on to this faith, can I not have anyone help me out? A management organization out there who really know what they are about and can help slice my overheated brains and rearrange my thinking to relieve me of this death wish. "Truth is our Light" and "Except the Lord" I "Speak True, Right Wrong and Follow the King" while I pursue "Faith, Integrity & Excellence" for a single purpose; "that they all may be one". Paul planted, Apollos watered and God made it grow. We desire to develop. We desire to free ourselves from this mental bondage. No one would take all I've said. They would see it as another "wanna be" wanting to be and they couldn't be wrong. If I'm still sounding wrong with the lack of faith, low self-esteemed projection and the low self-worth gig, you are so right! That is what I am feeling right now. I'm just going to find a clean spot in that messed up room of mine and cry my eyes out. If my light does shine someday, , it is long overdue right? If it never comes, I never did stop dreaming so...well my bed, by best friend. Doc, thanks for listening, reading or whatever and however you get this anyway. Whether this letter gets to you or not, I still did the writing and know it shall be found by someone someday somewhere. My eyes suffer me some sleep. Let me do what I do best... (u got that right!) Your miserably sick patient. Kathleen. L.K. Lawson