Why be ungrateful?

When I tell my friends that I feel -- I know -- I insult God any time I complain about where I wish I was in life, and how 'fucked up' my life is, they seldom get it.
I have been blessed with a lot of opportunities, and have had the pleasure of meeting angels on earth. My sweetest taboo is one of such earth angels.
You see, most folks don't have it 'as easy' as I do. An example is the mother of eight I just met in Adum,  Kumasi. She's been walking through town since morning, begging for alms. Her last two kids are with her -- under the scorching sun.
I asked where her husband is and she says the father of her first four children is dead. The father of the 2nd set of four has refused to look after the children.
I then asked why she is not farming, and if there was a piece of land she could farm on. Apparently, her uncle has sold the land she could have farmed on!
I know there's more I could do to help her, but I couldn't.
One thing for sure though is that, the image of her and her kids would pay in my mind for some weeks to come.

Sunyani's Hanukah Children's Home

I paid my second visit to the Hanukah Children's Home in Sunyani. Located in a serene atmosphere, it is home to a number of orphans. These cheerful (yes cheerful) children are a delight to behold.

The older ones were out -- in school -- when I visited (on both occasions). The younger ones warm my heart. The way they run to a visitor, while asking what you brought for them, trying to help you carry your donation -- and best of all -- blessing you throughout your visit.

"Nyame nhyira wo o"  (God bless you), is all they say.

My main reason for writing this post is to sort of tell folks out there (and especially in the Brong Ahafo Region) to do their best to reach out and help these children, and their guardians.
I will do a better advertisement for them when I am allowed to -- officiailly.
I couldn't take pictures because it is not allowed (without permission).

Till then, let's strive to be our brothers' keepers.
Shalom!