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It’s not easy, not impossible


This really happened; she walked towards me with well-calculated steps and gorgeously stood before me with such a radiant smile. Very infectious and I had no choice so I smiled back at her. That meant a lot to me. All other thoughts froze in my head. My heartbeat was in rhythm with the smiles. Like a dream, I did not want to wake up but I had already started with self-introduction.

“My name is Victor Ayertey and I followed your tweets and they literally engaged my thoughts. I listened to and watched videos of you performing as a gem. This birthed the interaction that led me to the opportunity to meet you today at this premise…” jumping in like a skydiver, she said “you are welcome…” and she spoke as if she rehearsed what she had to say to me. I was dumbfounded but I had to swiftly adapt to the moment in order to be on the same page as her. She was and is eloquent and proficient.

At some point, it seemed as if I was watching some kind of fairy tale. Not really, it was a live transmission of events.
I am weaving these words based on what I experienced during that encounter. Anyone can be beautiful, but ‘the beauty they say lies in the eyes of the beholder it is subjective though. Yet I know what I saw, that’s beauty intertwined with intellect. The description of what I encountered…

Behold, she is closed clothed in her uniqueness
The reflection of the Lord’s goodness
She’s confident and firmly glued to her fate
Nothing came by chance, she discovered herself
I am a fore-teller of her state
Of love and of warmth kindness
Humility led her through and through…”

That day was an exception, I took the bold decision, and this wonderful thing happened to me.
Going forward with the story, I told her “I have a passion for literature, particularly poetry. Of which I look up to you like someone so inspiring. I am working hard to live that dream of mine. Every minute that fades away gets me closer to my dream” she looked on as I continued “The decision to discover and recover such things pertaining to that life keeps me moving on. I tend to explore and create real pictures for myself looking closely at the patterns of persons like yourself”

Apiokor S. Ashong on the other side of the coin is living parts of her dreams. I bet she would say “I am now writing the introduction to my dream…” that is something that amazes me about persons of her calibre. They set the stakes very higher than they should have been. And when you want to think outside box for solutions, you will have to take up the challenge. With things like this, it will be prudent to think like no box existed.

she keeps on running the race, eyes fixed on that finishing line
In for competition not but fueled for inspiration   
Her kind of education’s meant to spin transformation wheels
That informs the world her virtues are sealed with a smile
Woven with tissues, it flows to and fro her blood steam
O how amazing, something special and vaguely magical about her composure
So much to read between the lines from her demeanour…”

We interacted standing halfway through what looked like a doorway. I am actually seeing her for the first time and it feels amazing face-to-face. The premise was very conducive and sound enough to make you want to stay longer. Standing within the purple or mauve-coloured walls blended with appropriate colours, I was filled with joy. Never gave it a thought beginning the year, 2015, that there was going to be such an encounter like this. Within about seven minutes that our impromptu meeting took place, she schooled me. She motivated me as if I booked an appointment for some kind of counselling. I felt as though I went for a seminar of that nature. The precise statements she made were packed and had an intense impact on me.
I was humbled she opened up to listen to me. I am very grateful for this new page written in this life of mine.

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