Hello, its Bertha here again, Sometimes in our lives we come to a point where we just feel the need for a change. Have you ever felt the need for a change? I mean a change can be as small as a new pair of shoes, maybe a new location perhaps or a new hair style. I went a step further in 2014 which I will discuss later. Have you ever considered the reality of moving from one country to the next? The contemplation of my move was in it’s incubation stages in 2008 after visiting Ghana with a charity organisation.
The hustle and bustle of the London commute was beginning to take it’s toll and I yearned for fresh hair, sunnier climates and greener pastures. I envisioned sitting by a white sandy beach sipping on cold chilled Malt or maybe a Bacardi Breezer Black.
You must understand that I grew up in Ghana until the age of 9 when my mother sent for me to visit her in London. This polished lady that you now see was once a village girl from a Town called Nalerigu.
So for me the move to Ghana wasn’t just a wishful idea, I had a real itch to be scratched. My roots have always been in the soil of Ghana and it was only a matter of time before the land of music called me to come home and dance. London was no longer doing it for me and I needed to change lanes. Oh by the way I am a christian and of course I didn’t just pack my bags and leave without much talking with my God. I had many days and nights of talking to God before I took the leap, mind you I was only going for 3 months. Nevertheless, the trip had to be fruitful, productive and successful for me to decide to make the permanent move. Achieving something of significance on my little adventure back to sunny Ghana was a must.Once I got the clearance I booked my ticket and it was official. I was going to Ghana for 3 whole months..eeek!
The reactions of people who knew me was interesting. Some where scared that I wouldn’t return, some would miss me so much it would be best that I didn’t go whilst some reacted with tears and phone calls to say that they would miss me not being around. Some thought I was running away to get married and failed to tell them, you name it the emotion was expressed. I understood everyone’s reaction and I appreciated their love. However in all of it, I had to keep a level head about things because I had a big decision, to move or not to move and my three months trip was going to be the deciding factor.
The small gathering at my house proved to be a very emotional night but it also made me realise how loved I was. I was nervous and excited at the same time to leave a country that can exhibit four season’s within a space of an hour and welcome the land of sunshine.
I will let you know how I got on in my post next week, take care until then.
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