Where Art Thou

And when the dews drop

Slowly at dawn

With mist and a bit of breeze

Mama, where art thou to pull my blanket up?

And when strange men

Gather around my table

With many offers, some with promises to buy me the whole world

Papa, where art thou to take my price?

Alone in a cold world with a stone cold heart

Gravels shoring up my thirst

And thorns probing my harvest

Brother, where art thou to fight by me?

And when finally I find peace

Still alone by the river bank

Sipping my alcohol as I never have

Looking for a shoulder to cry upon

Sister, where art thou to offer your heart?

Let bygones be bygones

But how can I

When my memory dost torment me

Like a scar from my past?

Positioned at the center of glory

Yet many many battles

Clouding everything good around me

Darkness! Darkness!

Why dost thou

Torment the little girl from the East?

Peace, find me

Calm, claim me

Part like Moses,

The sea that separates my pain from my gain

That I may see my victories

Like Victor

Rest, papa, rest

Hold tight, mama

Your girl’s still standing tall


🌞 My sun shall soon shine 🌞

I’m Gifty Aku Hlordjie

Penpal via email: akuhlordjie33@gmail.com

Prestigious Agony

Probably the first article I’ve struggled to write.

Let me pause and apologize for the long pause. Lol. It’s been at least one year since, and I’ve had all the “release an article” calls so here’s to make up for all the starvation.

I’ve come to understand something really important in the last two years.

Real life sucks*

Not too much. But it does. It’s sad.

Real life is the one where you attend a funeral and lose your life on your way back.

Real life is the one where you’re hurting but you’re smiling.

Real life is the one where nobody thinks about you but you care about what everybody thinks.

Real life is the one where you have so many responsibilities tied to your neck and you’re clearly overburdened but you can’t take pauses, you must forge on.

Real life is nothing that I thought it would be.

Real life is what I call, “prestigious agony”.

Where you’re in pain but you have to pretend.
You’re hallucinating but you have to act sane.
You’re totally on your own and that’s absolutely scary.

Prestigious agony is the one where you’re starving but you’re posting pictures of good meals you’re eating.

Prestigious agony is the one where your life is falling apart but you’re greeting everyone else with smiles.

Prestigious agony is the one where your pillow is wet but you’re out there partying.

Real life is a prestigious agony.

Prestigious agony is the one where we all smile into the grave but our corpses are crying.

Prestigious agony is a life of pain and pretending.

Real life is a prestigious agony.

Prestigious agony is the life where we’ve created so many alter egos of ourselves to make excuses for the days we pretend and the pain we shirk.

And real life is a prestigious agony.

But if we could reorder society. If we could accept pain as part of life’s processes, if vulnerability wouldn’t be misconstrued for dramatic and attention seeking, maybe, most likely, real life will not have to be a prestigious agony.

If we could be there for one another, if we would care more, if we would love more, just maybe, real life will not have to be a prestigious agony.

I’m Gifty Aku Hlordjie, and I can assure you that your 🌞 Sun Shall Soon Shine 🌞
And, we don’t HAVE TO live a prestigious agony.

E-mail: akuhlordjie33@gmail.com


After having a horrible experience with Uber when a driver verbally abused me for cancelling a ride, I’ve had the desire to go back to my beloved “trotro”.
I’m currently a loyal wife of Bolt anyway.

This very morning when I ordered a ride, I had to wait 10 whole minutes; believing it was too long, I was going to end my trip.
Lo and behold, for the very first time, a woman was going to be driving me.
I was curious; not because women can’t drive – obviously, but because she’s the first, and she’s accepted a challenge. Whenever anyone or any class does something unusual, we all reserve questions or praise, and I had many. Well when I shared my experience to a colleague, he exclaimed “a woman Bolt driver?”

Back to the story, I did agree to wait, but I was wondering, what if she’s not open enough to answer my many questions? Wouldn’t my curiosity have been in vain? I mean, Bolt can’t raise me to cloud 9 just for her to burst my bubble.

So she did come, and when she called respectfully, I rushed immediately not to keep her waiting. Very impressively, she was respectful- I’m making the emphasis because many Bolt or Uber drivers have a “tone” when they arrive.

We started off and I threw all my questions at her.

This is her story:

“I was a secretary for a private firm (company). It wasn’t a rewarding role. There are secretaries working with big companies, or government agencies and they’re very lucky, but I wasn’t. Where I worked, we weren’t paid upon taking maternity leave, and the pay range was GHS700.00 to GHS1000.00 although I was being a secretary, marketer, administrator and manager altogether.
So where I worked, as a woman, you needed to think fast.
I am a single mother, and I need my son who is currently with my mother to come and live with me soon.
I abandoned my job as a secretary, and searched for other opportunities.

When I heard about Bolt, I was very ready to start driving. The man who gave me the car doubted that I could do the job – his problem was that he had given the car to men who failed to give account whenever it was time. He gave me easier conditions because I am a woman. He asked me to pay GHS350.00 weekly, instead of the GHS400.00 weekly that the men were failing to render.
We settled our deal on Wednesday, and he asked me to start work on Monday, but I started on Thursday (a day after).
I sent GHS500.00 to him on Monday, beating what the men failed to send.
I had given him my word, and I needed to prove my worth.
The deal is that I own the car after paying him off. I am almost done paying him.
While I worked as a secretary, I also learnt tailoring. Once I’m done paying the cost of the car, I’ll save and start a tailoring shop or something.
I have been driving for a year, but people are still surprised whenever they meet me, and say that I’m the first woman to pick them.
Driving has been profitable, at least, more than my previous employment.
I got tired of working for someone as a secretary, and wanted to be independent. Especially with such onerous terms of employment: I went to work very early and closed late, I had no time for myself, but none of my hard work increased my remuneration.
I am currently doing better, and I can’t wait to finish paying for the car, so that I can do other things too like starting a business. I worked as a secretary for thirteen (13) years.”

This is the audacity of an ambitious woman!

She gave up “white collar” work, accepted a new challenge because she wants to be independent.

I’m sharing this story because the narrative out here is that most women who aren’t “seen working” are being “sponsored”. And especially in the wake of slay queens, it is fair to remind us all that there still are very ambitious, hardworking, determined young women.

Also, know that when you run your own race, and see yourself as your only competition, you see no barriers, all you see are opportunities and time. Never be too comfortable to move on, to start afresh, to start something new or to accept a challenge.

[Meanwhile, what do you think about me starting a legal series via podcast? Please mail your responses to me via akuhlordjie33@gmail.com]


Your Sun Shall Soon Shine

Gifty Aku Hlordjie

Fare Thee Well J.J.

For the first time in 2021, I finally find cause beyond all hesitation and obstacles, to write. The burial of Jerry John Rawlings, sure triggered me the way it should trigger the rest of you reading this.

Aside his beautiful light skin face, charisma, strong will, perseverance and focus, he also delivered to us the democracy we so proudly guard this day!

I take a minute of silence at this point, in remembrance of His Excellency.
And now before I continue, Mark Anthony said something about Caesar that instructs my emotions and reminds me even graver that a legend has fallen and the earth quakes in receiving him.

As Mark Anthony tried to say about Caesar, there are heroes we become blinded to, because over time, we forget what they stood for and what they fought for. We forget that they are human, and that they were humanitarian. I can only talk about Rawlings the way that Anthony did Caesar. I share in the wisdom and oratory of Anthony when he said the following words about Caesar:

“Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears;
I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their bones;
So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus
Hath told you Caesar was ambitious:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Caesar answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest–
For Brutus is an honourable man;
So are they all, all honourable men–
Come I to speak in Caesar’s funeral.
He was my friend, faithful and just to me:
But Brutus says he was ambitious;
And Brutus is an honourable man.
He hath brought many captives home to Rome
Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill:
Did this in Caesar seem ambitious?
When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept:
Ambition should be made of sterner stuff:
Yet Brutus says he was ambitious;
And Brutus is an honourable man.
You all did see that on the Lupercal
I thrice presented him a kingly crown,
Which he did thrice refuse: was this ambition?
Yet Brutus says he was ambitious;
And, sure, he is an honourable man.
I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke,
But here I am to speak what I do know.
You all did love him once, not without cause:
What cause withholds you then, to mourn for him?
O judgment! thou art fled to brutish beasts,
And men have lost their reason. Bear with me;
My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar,
And I must pause till it come back to me.”

If I do proceed, my love for Jerry John Rawlings will overwhelm my readers. I have read a number of times that he has gone home, but if he didn’t find home here, I hope eternity remembers him for his deeds to humanity, and gives him a befitting place in his honor.

My heart is in the coffin there with JJ, and I must pause, till it comes back to me!

Fare thee well, my idol! ❤️🖤

I’m Gifty Aku Hlordjie, and I continue to entreat you to never lose hope, because your 🌞Sun Shall Soon Shine🌞

E-mail: akuhlordjie33@gmail.com


I’m not a fan of many things, including betting which is legitimate, or anything illegitimate. And I’m very protective of my money. Lol. I mean, if I lose GHS 1of GHS100, I’ll probably go back through where I came from because that money needs to be complete.

Unfortunately, I got so broke recently and then an opportunity came to me. Who knows, they say opportunity comes once and if I could establish that this deal was legit, I’d be making millions to fill my once upon a time empty account.

GHS 150 for GHS 900

GHS 300 for GHS 1800, etc.

And I was loving it.

My conscience asked him, please is this legit? My Christian mind asked him, does it have to do with any form of spiritual darkness? Those would have been serious warning signs and I would’ve retreated, but he answered no to both questions.

What was even more enticing is that he kept inviting students who couldn’t afford their fees and unemployed people who needed start up capital. I knew I wasn’t in either categories but hey, purposively speaking, I could be construed as within the class and I’m sure I won’t be caught by the expressio unius rule, if I would, I’d plead my case to ejusdem generis and please don’t wonder about the genus 😶. (Jedidiah Appiah, I dare you to understand this 😹)

Having planned how I’ll spend the first 900 and use 300 to reinvest in my anticipated flourishing finances, a voice whispered; “greed will cost you even the little you have, so be content”. I nearly hastily forwarded 150 to his account the very day. And more promising, he said it was a 45minutes transaction and I’ll become 900cedis rich in 45minutes. By just staying home? My God!!! What an easy way to make money, I started to wonder why people still brood over money when all these sources exist.

I already planned the friends I was going to introduce this business to; if I like you, you are safe, if not, I’ll soon be rubbing riches in your face and I’ll never give you the secret.

I started counting the number of my problems I was going to solve.

As a victim of fraud, I started begging a daylight thief to be merciful to his “mugu”. So I started, “please I’m already broke o, don’t defraud me o”. The flash of financial solutions in my mind blurred my wit and I still don’t believe I was thinking my humanly appeals to him would move a thief!!

Please stop thinking that I fell for it 😹.

Anyway, indeed some bad experiences do shape us, thus the need to be thankful in all things. If I wasn’t duped 5 years ago, I would’ve been duped in 2020. I didn’t want to talk to anyone who’ll discourage me from pursuing this ripe or fertile looking venture.

But like every lawyer or law student, you need to surround yourself with people who are streetwise if you aren’t yourself so called.

So I texted my own “IT guru”. I asked him, Dee, have you heard about world remit? He said yes. That wasn’t enough because I’m inquisitive, I know. So I asked again, what are they about? And he told me they’re a means of transferring money basically. Wow, so the helper (oh yes, I was thanking God for sending a helper) isn’t messing with me.

Again, the voice told me to discuss the deal with Dee. So I sent screenshots to Dee and without hesitation, he told me it’s fraud 😹. Reflexively, I checked to make sure I hadn’t sent any money even spiritually 😹😹.

Undesirable that he’ll burst my bubbles, I wanted to assume he was just a pessimist but he went on to the dealer’s page on Instagram and showed me ICT related matters that pointed to his conclusion.

Whew! Saved by the bell, wasn’t I ?

I nearly went straight to the 300 deal but I couldn’t trust him so I was opting for the 150 anyway. So I was going to lose 300 of my already broke account? Ei 😹

Well, this isn’t just me, this is you sometimes and many other people all the time. Greed! Too much or too little? How about just be content!

Help isn’t going to come to you in a way so inexplicable as seemingly illegitimate. Our thirst for certain wants or needs we didn’t even work for, is the reason we get cheated.

It’s been a while I inspired, and I thought I should remind you that whatever you have is just enough, don’t go searching at places you don’t know well enough.

Two days after, 900cedis wasn’t worth searching at that place.

Your 🌞 Sun Shall Soon Shine 🌞

I’m Gifty Aku Hlordjie and please email via akuhlordjie33@gmail.com to pen pal.


It was a dark, cold night. It was raining heavily, a single girl in a single room, with a single bear and a single dream.
I had turned the lights off because I was ready for a very long night. The day was filled with so much hard work that I certainly needed a good sleep. I listened to Frank Edward’s “I See Him”, hoping that he’ll sing me into sleep; gospel is sometimes a good lullaby.

I was having a beautiful dream; my lover paid me a visit once again. I could feel him touch me all around, but the touch was beginning to get violent, and it was beginning to be even more physical than my usual fantasies, suddenly, he slapped me at my back. I woke up wondering what I’d done to upset my lover.

Plot twist; that wasn’t my lover, it was an intruder, it was an invader, it was a “night hunter”; the night was certainly going to be long – much longer than I’d conceded it’ll be.

I went on my knees sharply, I told them: take everything, my iPhone, my AirPods, my laptop, my best shoes, my fridge, my food, all my money; I can even give you my Mobile Money pin, just please don’t kill me.

Alice in wonderland, I had gone to bed in my sexiest lingerie, but it wasn’t meant for a man’s aesthetic satisfaction nor gratification. Of course I was Snow White, hoping that my lover will kiss me awake, but I certainly knew my lover wasn’t going to be a Batman, so I sure wasn’t counting on a hero.

Like Messi or Ronaldo, they dribbled me tactically. I hope you know “they”?
Shouting at me left, right, center. I knew I had to make a 24 gun salut, but I am a girl with a feeble heart, my cries were all I could count on to tame their wild hearts. Naïve, wasn’t I?

And so they started to take the laptop, the phone and everything beautiful, I would’ve thought they were professors preparing the PowerPuff Girls, but they’re only robbers in my room, causing my heart to stir in fear, like the world in the hands of Mojojojo!

Just when they took a step closer to the door, like my nightmare was about to end, I saw the bushy haired man whisper, and told the other guy something obviously malicious.

Well, my body was their ultimate target, who won’t want a woman so sexy? When they came toward me, I asked, “is it the Mobile Money code? I don’t renege on my promises, so you can have it.”
But one person first held my legs tightly opened, and I shouted, “it’s not there”.
Then the dark guy started to take off his pants, and I said “it’s not there either”. They knew from my reactions that I was “green”. They knew they had found a Virgin clean. I’m sure they must’ve walked away wondering what a Virgin was doing in sexy sleep wears.

I didn’t know what it meant to have a man inside you, it wasn’t just the pain of penetration I felt, I was also feeling pains of dryness. I didn’t take one man that night, both of them went away satisfied. What was even more mystifying is that the second person gladly swam in my bloodiness.

That night, I didn’t only lose my wealth, I also lost my worth. And every single day after then that I step out with smiles, I must’ve left a towel filled with cries in my room.

When I told the first person my story, she said it’s my fault for being sexy. When I told the second person my story, he said it’s my fault for sleeping alone. When I told the police my story, they said “e be Ghana wey we dey”.

And so I walk around a ghost, I know my sisters who died from this are in a better place, because I face the world a worthless being. And although I progress in intelligence, I retrogress everyday in bitterness and vengeance.

My soul couldn’t find space within my body because there’s so much struggle going on within me. And so I sent my soul on a soul’s errand, to find out if it is homeless or hopeless?
I watch the screens and I hear screams; “suicide is not an option” or so they say. But if you were ever a girl in this much pain, come again on what you had to say.

And still I believe, that the 🌞 Sun Shall Soon Shine 🌞

My name is Gifty Aku Hlordjie, I know you’re emotional at this point. And if you felt it then leave a comment and like this, because it’s all a figment of my imagination, and nothing born from personal experience.
And please don’t be a rape apologist, nor blame the victim, you’re only a step away from telling them to commit suicide. Although to my dear victims, still please hear this- suicide is never an option. Life gets better by the day!

Thank you for reading.

E-mail: akuhlordjie33@gmail.com


Uwaila Vera Omozuwa was a 22-year-old studying microbiology at a university in Nigeria’s Benin City, but her passion was theology. Investigations showed she was raped and killed in a church premise with a fire extinguisher. ~Reported on CNN.COM

And when I asked what he wanted, he proceeded to take off my underwear and he went down and started performing oral sex on me. At that point I realized that I was going to be raped. And I knew that he was bigger than I was, I knew that he had been drinking, because I could smell it. I assumed that he was a criminal. I knew he was carrying a knife and that my odds of physically protecting myself were minimal. ~Jennifer Thompson (a rape victim) recounts her encounter on PBS.ORG

The rapes and murders of Jennifer Ertman and Elizabeth Peña, two teenaged girls from Houston, Texas, aged 14 and 16, respectively, occurred on June 24, 1993. The murder of the two girls made headlines in Texas newspapers due to the nature of the crime and the new law resulting from the murder that allows families of the victims to view the execution of the murderers. ~Reported on WIKIPEDIA.ORG

In April (2020), an 18-year-old known only as Jennifer was allegedly attacked and raped by a gang of five men in Kaduna, a city in northern Nigeria. ~Reported on ALJAZEERA.COM

In October 2017 in Ghana, the mother of a 4-year-old girl defiled by a community member at Assin Adadientem in the Central Region was calling for justice.
Distressed Monica Nyarko had accused a chief in the area of obstructing justice as she alleged the chief told her action cannot be taken against the accused.
According to her, the chief told her the community gods say the suspect is innocent. ~Reported by TODAYGH.COM

We also have the famous KKD (49years) Rape case about a 19year old.

What do you think about sexual offenses: rape, defilement, abuse, incest, assault? Is it your position that women are guilty of the crime of “obscenity” (Obscenity laws are concerned with prohibiting lewd, filthy, or disgusting words or pictures). In a case, the courts had to discuss whether the inscriptions on a woman’s attire, inviting men for a sexual engagement amounts to obscenity. What do you think? Would you say it is a woman’s fault (victim blaming) because she wore something indecent? Does a mini skirt mean “I’m willing to have sex with the whole world”? [Think about it]

The Criminal And Other Offences Act, Act 29;
Section 97 —Rape.
Whoever commits rape shall be guilty of a first degree felony and shall be liable on conviction to imprisonment for a term of not less than five years and not more than twenty five years.

Section 98 —Definition of Rape.
Rape is the carnal knowledge of a female of sixteen years or above without her consent.

Section 101—Defilement of Child Under 16 Years of Age.
(1) For purposes of this Act defilement is the natural or unnatural carnal knowledge of any child under sixteen years of age.

Section 103—Indecent assault.
(1) Whoever indecently assaults any person shall be guilty of a misdemeanour and shall be liable on conviction to a term of imprisonment of not less than six months.
(2) A person commits the offence of indecent assault if, without the consent of the other person he—
(a) forcibly makes any sexual bodily contact with that other person; or
(b) sexually violates the body of that other person
in any manner not amounting to carnal knowledge or unnatural carnal knowledge.

Section 105—Incest.
(1) A male of sixteen years or over who has carnal knowledge of a female whom he knows to be his grand-daughter, daughter, sister, mother or grandmother commits an offence and shall be liable on summary conviction to imprisonment for a term of not less than three years and not more than twenty-five years.
(2) A female of sixteen years or over who has carnal knowledge of a male whom she knows to be her grand-son, son, brother, father or grandfather commits an offence and shall be liable on conviction to imprisonment for a term of not less than three years and not more than twenty-five years.
(3) A male of the age of sixteen years or over who permits a female whom he knows to be his grandmother, mother, sister or daughter to have carnal knowledge of him with his consent commits an offence and shall be liable on conviction to imprisonment for a term of not less than three years and not more than twenty-five years.
(4) A female of the age of sixteen years or over who permits a male whom she knows to be her grandfather, father, brother or son to have carnal knowledge of her with her consent shall be liable on conviction to imprisonment for a term of not less than three years and not more than twenty-five years.
(5) In this section “sister” includes half-sister, and “brother” includes half-brother, and for the purposes of this section any expression importing a relationship between the two people shall be taken to apply notwithstanding that the relationship is not traced through lawful wedlock.

Under the Domestic Violence Act of Ghana, we have as follows;
Meaning of Domestic violence
Section 1. Domestic violence means engaging in the following within the context of a previous or existing domestic relationship:
(ii) sexual abuse, namely the forceful engagement of another person in a sexual contact which includes sexual conduct that abuses, humiliates or degrades the other person or otherwise violates another person’s sexual integrity or a sexual contact by a person aware of being infected with human immunodeficiency virus (HIV) or any other sexually transmitted disease with another person without that other person being given prior information of the infection;
(c) Harassment including sexual harassment and intimidation by inducing fear in another person.

Section 2.(I) A domestic relationship means a family relationship, a relationship akin to a family relationship or a relationship in a domestic situation that exists or has existed between a complainant and a respondent and includes a relationship where the complainant
(a) Is or has been married to the respondent;
(b) Lives with the respondent in a relationship in the nature of a marriage even if they are not or were not married to each other or could not or cannot be married to each other;
(c) Is engaged to the respondent, courting the respondent or is in an actual or perceived romantic, intimate, or cordial relationship not necessarily including a sexual relationship with the respondent;
(d) And respondent are parents of a child, are expecting a child together or are foster parents of a child;
(f) and respondent are family members related by consanguinity, affinity or adoption, or would be so related if they were married either customarily or under an enactment or were able to be married or if they were living together as spouses although they are not married.

Safe to say a married woman can still be raped, isn’t it?


What are common physical effects of sexual assault and rape?
Bleeding (vaginal or anal)
Difficulty walking
Broken or dislocated bones
Sexually transmitted infections/diseases
Trauma leading to scarring

What are common mental effects of sexual assault and rape?
Post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD), including flashbacks, nightmares, severe anxiety, and uncontrollable thoughts.
Depression, including prolonged sadness, feelings of hopelessness, unexplained crying, weight loss or gain, loss of energy or interest in activities previously enjoyed.
Panic attacks
Anxiety disorders
Suicidal thoughts or attempts.

What are common emotional effects of sexual assault and rape?
Changes in trusting others
Anger and blame
Loss of control
Sense of vulnerability
Self-blame/guilt for “allowing” the crime to happen.
Feeling that these reactions are a sign of weakness.

What else could someone experience after a sexual assault or rape?
Other circumstances can develop for a survivor after being sexual assaulted or raped. A survivor may develop a negative outlook and feel “damaged” or unworthy of a better life. Drug or alcohol abuse may also become an issue as a way to cope with the overwhelming feelings. Women may also have trouble with their menstrual cycle and fertility. In addition, survivors may experience:
Chronic fatigue
Shortness of breath
Muscle tension
Involuntary shaking
Changes in eating and sleeping patterns
Sexual dysfunction
~ The effects are reported on JOYFULHEARTFOUNDATION.ORG

A lot of women go through these thought-torturing experiences and you hear rape apologists victim blaming!
Tell you something, whenever you victim blame (whether in public or privately), a victim who hears your excuses for a rapist feels twice the pain she already feels. How do you deal with being blamed for your own loss?! (I mean, a non redeemable loss in fact). I agree with my learning colleague who argued that it shouldn’t amount to victim blaming that we’re advising women to be decent in order to avoid such ill fate. The caveat however is that when it happens, your season for advice has already ended, don’t join the bunch of insensitive commentators in the guise of “logical engagements” and under the shield of “advice” to give excuses for rapists!!
What is bad is bad, and there can’t be a justification for it being good.
Look at the effects one after the other and tell me which of them you think could be light on you if you were the victim or your sister or your girlfriend or your friend or your dear cousin!
Every single sexual offence is so bad and non-justifiable; end of story! Many girls do no report sexual offences to avoid stigmatization and it’s high time we write stories that boost their confidence in the justice system and before the “panel of public opinions”.


  1. Society should protect victims by removing stigma, victim blaming and victim shaming.
  2. Government should build infrastructure to accommodate victims and protect their identities. If recommendation (1) holds however, there won’t be a need for protection of identity.
  3. Women making false reports about sexual offences undermine the whole idea of victim defending and become the excuse for victim blaming. This too should end.
  4. As much as possible my lady, don’t walk alone!

Thank you all for reading, I’m Gifty Aku Hlordjie, and I entreat all ladies to calm down, we’re still leading the fight against sexual offences, it may never end, but criminals must never go scot-free either. Oh and certainly, our 🌞 SUN SHALL SOON SHINE 🌞

E-mail: akuhlordjie33@gmail.com


This series just like all series, teaches something important; or do I emphasize “very important”.

Two things keep us winning in life: unity and love. Also two things destroy us in life “division and love”.

At least; we know where unity stands, we also know where division stands, what we don’t know is where love stands.

My sympathy to families losing lives over the COVID-19 pandemic and I sincerely hope the vaccine and treatment are out very soon to heal the world.

Back to the Subject, let’s look at a few case studies.

Start with the Ambassador’s daughter; she loved her school mate, trusted him and all he did was take a nude shot of her and post on Instagram. That seems to me a case of love betraying someone.

What about Monica; she’s in love with a criminal and hurt by her baby daddy who was neglecting she and her unborn baby. She sabotaged the freedom of about eleven (11) hostages because love made her selfish.

Look at Tokyo and Rio; Rio was going to free the hostages – their only way of having a successful plot, because the love of his life was held in police custody. Love made him selfish. Meanwhile, Tokyo returns and becomes the reason that Moscow loses his life. So, someone had to die in the middle of an act of love.

Also look at Inspector Murillo; she betrayed her country and protects the love of her life. She allows the Professor to get away with everything. Consider this, when she first found out about him at the cafeteria, the right thing to do was take him to the police office for proper investigation and interrogation, instead, she took him to a secluded place to find answers – answers about whether he truly loved her. Again, love made her selfish. Worst of all, she went to pollute Angel against giving out information leading to the hideout of the Professor.

Lastly, Angel! Angel has always been in love with Raquel, and he trusted her! His love for her made him shut up and conceal an important information especially watching how she was handled before being taken away. It drove him crazy, and again, love made someone selfish!

Let’s look at the bright side of love: Tokyo was so vengeful, she knew the only way to get back at Berlin and the other betrayers was to stab them all in the back and give out the plan. However, the one thing that stopped her was her love for Rio. She feared so much that Rio was going to be caught up in all that mess, so she shut up.

Love revealed compassion: Yes! In Denver; he became compassionate toward Monica – his hostage who eventually became the love of his life.

Love also did something to Berlin; it made him realize “essence”. He figured that there was the need to give essence to life so he chose to die bravely. Although on the flip side, one would argue that he gave up his life in anguish, finding out the love of his life didn’t love him right back!

Looks to me that love is losing some scores! No it’s not! I’m not saying love is a bad thing, I’m saying Love could be a beautiful thing or a tool for destruction, depending on what we make out of it.

If love makes you selfish, I dare say it was never love, it was just selfishness.

Let’s be careful how or what we call love! Sometimes, it’s just destruction in the skin of love.

I’m Gifty Aku Hlordjie and Your 🌞 Sun Shall Soon Shine 🌞

E-mail: akuhlordjie33@gmail.com

From The Bank of Truth

I’m not going to beat about the bush, and I know that after such a very long time, my audience surely deserves some motivation, so here goes nothing.

First of all, let’s keep calm, COVID 19 much like Ebola, HIV/AIDS, etc will certainly die out soon. It’s a matter of time before it all dies away just as the once upon a time most revered killer disease; EBOLA! Keep calm, pray and adhere to all preventive measures although I think I’m the least worried about COVID 19 (very strange, I know).

So, 2020 has been a very rough and tough year for me. In fact, I welcomed it on such a good note, I thought it’s going to be the best year until it actually started.

I’ve had to go through what I’ve come to call the most trying time of my life; and I must admit that one day, the people you love the most, the people you trust the most, the people you care about the most, the people who have made you happy the most, those you call your support system, those that are the reason you smile once a while, will be gone with the wind in just a flash of time.

They’ll hurt you the most, reject you, spite you, abuse you, take advantage of you, and you’ll have no one but your own self! Just you all over again! Just when you finally think it’s all over and you’d finally laugh, wait a minute, there’s still fire on the mountain. Those you forgive won’t forgive you back, those you don’t give up on will give up on you, those you fight for will stab you in the back but you have to stand strong.

At some point, people around you will think you’re either taking them for granted or not appreciating them and they won’t even want to understand you or what you’re going through, they’re going to be selfish and think about what they do to be there for you. It’s like, everyone is looking up to you for something but you can’t be there for everyone at the same time you need to be there for yourself.

Tell you what, I fight suicide and I NEVER CONDEMN A SUICIDE VICTIM for a simple reason that if you’re not resilient enough, if life doesn’t teach you enough, if you don’t have the right people to be there for you, trust me, SUICIDE BECOMES AN OPTION!

The strongest people you see around are only strong for others, not for themselves.

Everyone has their phase in life. I want to encourage you to be strong for yourself, because you need you to go through life. When it comes down to that time when no one is there and everyone is leaving you and life is just crushing up on you, BE THERE FOR YOURSELF.

In these few months, I’ve learnt that NO MATTER WHAT, CHOOSE YOURSELF FIRST. Don’t be there for just everyone in your life or person that you meet, give loyalty to who gives it to you. Tell you what, if you ever give loyalty or trust to anybody, you’ll certainly have expectations of them, so if you’re not ready to be disappointed, don’t commit yourself to people who are disloyal or who will give up on you easily.

Your 🌞Sun Shall Soon Shine!🌞

And when the whole world gives up on you, still say “my Sun Shall Soon Shine”!

Joy comes in the morning, wait for it!

I’m Gifty Aku Hlordjie, stay tuned and do E-mail me via akuhlordjie33@gmail.com and let’s vibe.


I lost my inspiration at five

When his cold hands gripped me at night

Tore the innocence in my mind

And mocked the decency in my heart

He shredded my body apart

One leg here the other leg there

And all I felt was thrust;

How he trashed the trust in my heart

I limped out in horror

Eyes blind, mouth shut

See no say no evil

Justice will find us all some day

Instigated my timidity by intimidating

I cried out to heal

Even my heels wouldn’t wave

Because a girl at five had no voice

Gassed my last breath in a gaze

Staring at the future with a faze

Blinded by thoughts I couldn’t hear

Cramped in by mercy I couldn’t feel

But we define who we are by what we do

And a frozen heart can only melt by an act of true love

So I found my grip

Alas! I watch the bay in hay