Finding my way

Wednesday 11/21/12 9.45 am.

Good morning…though I am not sure the time I will be posting this but all the same kindly accept my morning greeting. As you are accepting my greetings kindly indulge me as well; this is not my typical post. It has been quite a well since I wrote anything not because I had nothing to say omg… lots has happened in Ghana. Too much has gone on, some them will make you laugh, some cringe and some just plain sad. But I as said this is not a typical political post of mine.  Let us name it my forever hold your piece post. Hahaaa. But ummm let me ask you to respectfully say a prayer for Hadjia Ramatu Mahama. It is painful to bury a loved one how much more a husband. What a year Ghana has had.

When I started this blog, I started not sure of what I was getting into because my idea of blogging is way up …Huffington Post style. But then again Huffington Post and the likes started from somewhere so little steps at a time right?!. But one thing I was sure off it was the fact that I had created a safe haven to express my thoughts the best way I knew how. As a good friend of mine Eboue Beecham put it (paraphrasing) NaaBia you need to put your thoughts together so that you can turn them into something much later. When it is on Twitter or Facebook anybody can work with it but if it is in a “safe” place as a book, journal or blog you have major control. Eboue thank you but I hope you know you will be my PR manager. I don't have money o, so we will do the salary small small. 

But pause! I am simply not there yet. That stage where one writes books, columns and articles, in-depth journalistic materials of substance ohhhh I am not yet there. I have to learn the art of writing, I have to nurture and tune my mind to work with my environment and enable my thought processes inform and educate simply put adwuma w)ho. (hahaaa) But seriously and most importantly I have to figure what it is that I want to do all of this. The combination and end result is critical at least that is how I see it. When you want do something you might as well make it everlasting right?!.  Doing something right, because it seems like the right thing to do here and now definitely lacks substance. The far reaching consequences must be thought out. Did I just get motivational? Sheesh I guess that is what grey hair does to you? I have three strands… (Eh why are you smiling?)  All I am saying is I am on the journey in finding out what I do with myself, I am not a trained journalist or anything like that. 

Allusions of grandeur or massive influence on social media platforms I am no way near that. I am too young to even shoulder that responsibility. Huge following means you have to watch what you eat, how you dress, what you say and even laugh about…hoh. I beg. But then again I cannot ignore the feedback from a couple of people (my age especially) who ask all sort of questions on these same platform.Questions ranging from here to eat, shop, live, relationships (covers face) current happenings in politics(dancing azonto) and sometimes job opportunities (bewildered look). I even have some business owners who advertise on my page, funny enough I have never asked why they do that or the impact.  

Well I just pooled all these questions and online discussions I have with people and started the blog.  And Ohhhh with lots of encouragement. 

So where does anyone get off saying I have turned what I do into a reality show. I never I had cameras following me 24/7. I never knew I had a momager. Or now there is Ray J in my life i didnt know about. Smh. I just want to share my experiences as and when it comes. As and when i deem fit. All the people I meet online I might never meet them but its okay. It is okay as long as I can make someone smile day at the end of the day. Well as I said this is my forever hold your piece post. I won’t come back to this again. What I have sort to do is to explain the rationale how NaaBia’s Space started and how I think. I am but a simple girl (Rev Otabil adaroma) I am sitting my corner doing my own thing open to critique but I will not have my wings clipped. Do i have wings? Did I just rhyme….hahaha

I guess I am back.