This is the Testimony

This man's testimony is so powerful. I'm not an Islamic scholar, and I'm smart enough to know that you shouldn't allow one person's opinion to represent an entire group of people. But God is above all of that. Faith comes by hearing and hearing by the word of God. We can't affect how people will receive our testimonies but the point is that we should all share the love of Christ.

Be Blessed.

Lifelong learning

Ok I am super excited about what I just heard. Harvard and MIT are offering FREE online Classes through their new cooperative program EdX! I can't wait, I will definitely be supplementing my education. You can never stop learning!
Here's a link. Please everyone should check it out, its democratization education.
http://www.edxonline.org/
I'm sure it's not going to outsource actually going to those schools but education should be accessible to all. First class will be offered in the Fall. This is why we have to watch the news people!
We perish for lack of knowledge.

You Planted the Seed

I have made a concession regarding this blog--every once in a while it will be taken over by my natural hair blogging alter-ego and serve as my very own hair photo album. I can't get on facebook, and I need a place to share pics of my "good hair" days. This happens to be one of them. For the past week, a few acquaintances have asked me to wear my hair out. My answer to this was simply a flat out "NO!". Do they know how much effort must be put in to wear my hair down? And yet today I've acquiesced. I got the itch this morning, and I fought hard not to scratch it. I don't wear my hair completely out unless I get that feeling. This morning it it me hard. Its this restless, unsettling feeling I get when I look at the coif in the mirror. Anyway I took it out in the bathroom at the Library, because I just couldn't take it any longer. I was hoping that I didn't come out looking like two different people, and that the other students wouldn't notice my metamorphoses. Here are a few pics.

If you can't tell by now, I'll admit that I certainly do think I'm cute lol . I was feeling myself :)

Akos

If You Want to Watch I'll Give You a Show

Ignore the students in the background. I'm in the library, and so is everyone else on campus--its finals time. I inserted the pic above to highlight my outfit, well my shirt at least. Clothing is one of the few immutable things that I brought back from my experience in Ghana. If anyone is reading this, and you actually know me, you're keenly aware of my daily mantra in regards to clothing: comfort over style. I don't care how nice it looks if its painful to wear, or takes too long to put together, chances are you won't see me in it. Today was a special day for me. Not for any particular reason, notwithstanding the end of the semester, but because I was in a mood to dress up. Yes this is me dressing up. I even tried to fashion my coif in a Janelle Monae like updo. I tried. Anyway the bright green shirt you see is paired with an even brighter pair of slacks. While walking around campus I had to remind myself why other students were staring at me. If I had any apprehension about wearing African attire on a Western campus, the reminder that people would stare just as much if not more if I was actually in Africa. I recall the time I wore my fro out on University of Ghana's campus. Between all of the gawking and pointing I questioned whether or not I was in Africa. It was amusing and disheartening to say the least. No matter where you are, people tend to question your desire for self-expression.  I feel confident in my "Afrikan-wear" but I have to admit, that I don't really enjoy much of the attention. Its a beautiful day out and there are more important things to think about other than clothing. Like growing in my relationship with God. I've been slacking. No need for pretensions here.

Alive
Akos

Nugget for the Day

When you see crazy coming,..Cross the STREET! Iyanla

Peace
Akos

Best I Ever Had

 An old post I decided to evict from the drafts bin..its always interesting to see what you were thinking way back when. This was June 2010. Wow


Did I just ruin the best thing that's ever happened to me?
Our meeting seemed to be destiny.

Before you enter into a relationship, make sure you're ready.
Really, truly ready.
Any baggage that you have is only going to make it harder on you and your other
Make sure that spiritually you are strong, so that you can withstand the desire that comes when your passions are ignited.
After getting to know a person there is a natural inclination to want to KNOW them in a physical manner.
Those things have their place, but only when your ready, and for me that means marriage.

I Need Friends

I had myself fooled for a while, that shy timid part of me, had myself fooled into thinking that I was an introvert. That I didn't need nor want friends. Can you relate? As the youngest of 5, with a 14 year difference between myself and my older sister, I grew up in isolation. Not for lack of company, there was always someone in the house, but more because I felt I had no one to relate to. As a child I felt judged for my shyness, and awkward sensibility. During the beginning of my college experience I shied away from the young women's bible study group, notwithstanding my burning desire for friendship and sisterhood. Only recently, within the last two years, have I become cognizant of  how enriching friendships are to life, and felt comfortable in revealing myself to others, with the confidence of knowing that no matter how  they receive me, the love I have for myself will never change. A part of me loving myself has a lot to do with allowing myself to have relationships. The deprivation is probably readily apparent to anyone  I meet throughout the week. Isolation is dangerous, and I can't live life without social relationships. I used to rely on my family to provide the my outlets for expression, and while I value their existence no less, I have to reach out to other sources for relief. It is not coincidental that this revelation coincides with my confrontation with my past demons, that kept me in bondage for so long. I'm like a flower that is enjoying a spring rain for the first time, and I'm blooming. I no longer feel the need to stand alone brooding in a corner waiting for someone to come and empathize with me. And while my past experiences still hurt to the touch, the healing process has certainly begun. I still want someone to hug me and to love on me. Fortunately I was blessed with a wonderful father, in heaven and on earth, that is here to do just that. There are people who love me and people who don't. But my hope is in Galatians 2:20 .."in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me". Christ, the Lord above, is my first love. This is love: not that we loved God, but that he loved us and sent his Son as an atoning sacrifice for our sins.. 1 John 4:10. He is the first, and last person to ever love me. I can never be reminded of that fact too often. Why seek a shadow of this love from mere human beings when I can get the true Love from God above? He still uses us to transmit it. :)

To Learning.
Akos