"The Woman Who Would Not Give Up         – A Story for Elorm Abigail Klu" There once was a woman, handpicked by God—not for comfort, but for a calling. Her name was Elorm Abigail Klu. Life didn’t unfold easily for her. The road was not always smooth, and the skies weren’t always clear. But she had something most didn’t: a quiet strength, a sacred determination, and a heart anchored in faith. She fell sometimes—yes—but never without getting up. She cried, but never without praying. And every time the world tried to dim her light, she reminded it that her fire wasn’t manmade—it was divinely lit. She walked with the burden of dreams too big for her shoulders, but the God who gave her the vision also gave her the strength. She didn’t ask for the easy path. She asked for the grace to finish. And every day, she showed up—not because life was fair, but because God was faithful. People often wondered where her strength came from. They didn’t know she had been shaped in ...

🎉 Happy Birthday, Mr. Yaw Pee Yaw! 🎉 Today, I celebrate a man who has become a true facilitator of greatness in my life. You are not just someone who speaks—you transform. Your words carry power, your actions reflect love, and your presence brings clarity and direction. You have given to me—not just in gifts, but in mindset, in vision, and in confidence. You’ve helped me see that life can be easier, better, and more purposeful when guided by wisdom and the right mindset. You’ve opened my eyes to possibilities I never saw before. Your kindness and generosity are unmatched. You’ve touched my life in ways that words can’t fully explain. Because of you, I now believe more in who I am and in what I can become. As you mark this special day, I pray that the seeds you’ve sown into lives—including mine—will come back to you in joy, abundance, and divine favor. Happy birthday once again, sir. With deep gratitude, – Lilbed

📰 “Amedzofe Is Calling — But Can Anyone Hear?” In the cool, mist-kissed heights of Amedzofe, a town known for its natural beauty and academic heritage, students sit with smartphones in the air, searching for that one elusive bar of signal. Some stretch phones out of their windows. Others climb small hills or walk to nearby roadsides, just to send a text. This isn’t the past — it’s the present reality for many living in Amedzofe, home to the historic Evangelical Presbyterian College of Education (AMECO). 📚 A College on a Hill, Struggling to Connect AMECO, founded in 1946, has produced thousands of professional teachers for Ghana. It stands proudly as one of the oldest teacher-training institutions in the country. Its mission has always been to enlighten minds — but now, the challenge is getting connected minds online. > “On campus, there’s a small pocket of signal,” says Rita, a student in her final year. “It’s not strong, but it’s something. But once you step off campus — especial...

SHE WALKS THE MAZE LIKE A QUEEN By Obed Yadzo Co-founder of Lilbed Wordweave There are some people the world tries to silence—but the ink in their bones refuses to dry. Adja Lilian is one of them. I met her not with thunder or trumpet, but with something rarer: silence that carried wisdom, and a presence that whispered, "Watch me write what others fear to say." She was not just born with a pen in her hand—she was born with a mission etched in her soul. Together, we built Lilbed Wordweave, not just as a name but as a heartbeat. A movement. A living, breathing echo of the words that live in the margins of pain and purpose. When we co-wrote The Perilous Maze, it wasn’t just storytelling—it was survival. It was liberation in stanzas. It was fire disguised as metaphors. And within every chapter, Lilian did what most cannot: She told the truth, and made it beautiful. She Is Not a Writer. She Is a Force. Where most see walls, Lilian sees windows. Where most run from their scars, she...

We Live Differently (Full Version) We are all living—moving toward a future we believe in, a future we claim as ours. Yet the paths we take are not the same. Some reach their destination quickly, others slowly. Even when we aim for the same thing, we approach it with different minds, different thoughts, different ways. How I live my life, how I understand it, how I move through it—is not the same as how you do. That’s why we are not the same. We are not meant to be. Our thoughts are built on different foundations, shaped by experience, pain, joy, and dreams. We gather around life, not as one mold, but as many lenses observing the same scene. So you can't be like me. I can't be like you. And that’s okay. Still, we strive for a future that hasn’t yet arrived—a tomorrow we keep chasing together. But it’s always just ahead, never fully in our hands. That struggle makes us human. And it also makes us different. That’s why we must move through life with empathy, not just sympathy. We...

We Are Not Meant to Be Free  I don’t know why people say they’re busy as if being busy is a choice.  We’re meant to be busy.  Life is business.  Life is survival.   No one is supposed to be free ,not fully, not until death steals our motion.  We are here to keep moving, to keep surviving.  Freedom?  That’s not the mission.  Survival is.   There’s no perfect system waiting for us. No ideal space where we rest endlessly. Only motion, only effort, only the grind of putting things together while everything else keeps moving.   Don’t tell me you’re waiting to be free before you act.  You move while the storm is raging.  You fix the ship while sailing.  That’s the code.   Yes, rest is part of the rhythm, but even that—sleep, a break—is brief.  Leisure is a comma, not a period.  We are not meant to live in pause.  So the next time someone says, “I’m busy,” understand: That’s the point....

Lilbed is a wave of emotional writing that blends motivation, spoken word, and truth with power. Noun- Meaning: Pure services or Servant #Dictionary #University of Oxford