The lady Who Would Not Give Up

"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 secret places—on her knees, in her prayers, in her late-night tears. She had wrestled with self-doubt, but God always whispered, “Daughter, I am with you.”

One day, she will stand on the mountain of her answered prayers. She will hold the fruit of her perseverance and say, “It was worth it.”

The seeds she’s sowing now—in hard work, in faith, in quiet obedience—will grow into a harvest she can’t even imagine.

To Elorm: keep going. Your efforts are not in vain. Your story is not forgotten. God is writing something beautiful with your life.

Don’t rush the process. The same God who began this good work in you will surely bring it to completion.

Your crown is being shaped in the shadows. And when it’s time, the world will see what heaven already knows:

You are more than a conqueror.

You are chosen, called, and crowned by grace.

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Happy Birthday, Mr. Yaw Pee Yaw! 🎉

🎉 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

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Amedzofe Is Calling — But Can Anyone Hear?”

📰 “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 — especially in town or in areas like Two-Two, it's a different story. No signal at all.”

Students in off-campus hostels like “Two-Two” struggle daily with dropped calls, undelivered messages, and failed transactions. In urgent times, some must travel outside town just to access stable network service.

> “I called Godsway many times,” says one frustrated student, “but the call wouldn’t go through unless he left his room and went to stand somewhere far away. It’s distracting and stressful that you can’t even be in your comfort zone to make a simple call.”

🔇 A Town Left in Silence

The challenge goes beyond students. The entire Amedzofe township suffers from weak or non-existent mobile network coverage.

Parents cannot reach their children.

Teachers struggle with digital resources.

Residents miss out on mobile money services.

Emergency calls are nearly impossible.

> “We are not asking for too much,” says Mr. Dela, a local shop owner. “Just give us what others in the cities have — a simple, stable connection.”

📡 Digital Ghana Cannot Leave Amedzofe Behind

It is ironic that a town known for producing education, discipline, and leaders is now lagging in basic connectivity. In a time when Ghana is pushing forward with digital inclusion, it is unfair that some communities remain completely disconnected.

We call on:

The Ministry of Communication and Digitalisation

The National Communications Authority (NCA)

Telecom companies like MTN, Vodafone, and AirtelTigo

Install proper masts. Improve reception. Extend coverage. We want Amedzofe to be part of Ghana’s digital future, not left behind in its beautiful silence.

🗣️ Final Words: Let This Cry Be Heard

Students, teachers, market women, and parents are all raising one voice: we need better network. Not just on campus, but in the town. Not just for students, but for the entire community.

Amedzofe is calling — will the nation hear?

> “If we can be seen from the mountain top,” says a student, “why can’t we be heard?”

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SHE WALKS THE MAZE LIKE A QUEEN

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 sketches poetry out of them.

She’s the kind of girl who doesn't just enter the storm—

She documents it

...so others can survive theirs.

Every blog we’ve written together, every whisper turned into verse, carried her fingerprints—delicate but defiant. Her words don’t ask for attention; they demand remembrance.

She is the Lilbed Queen not because we crowned her,

but because she birthed the crown through resilience.

More Than Her Pen

Beyond the blog, beyond the book, beyond the name—Adja Lilian is a sister of strength. A builder. A listener. A quiet revolution wrapped in calm eyes.

To watch her write is to watch healing unfold. To hear her speak is to hear truth walk with elegance.

She doesn’t speak for attention. She speaks so the broken won’t break alone.

So Let the World Know

Let every library know her name.

Let every reader pause on her paragraph and feel the weight of her honesty.

Because Adja Lilian is not just an author—she is a movement in motion, a voice in the wilderness, and a queen in a maze that tried to confuse her—but never could contain her.

From Lilbed Wordweave to the world:

She came to write. She stayed to awaken.

And we are better because of her.

 BY Lilbed Wordweave 

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We Live Differently (Full Version)

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 must stop judging others based on what we think is right.

Life isn’t just about how we see things—it’s about understanding the reality of others too.

We’re not just living our own stories; we’re responding to decisions, histories, and unseen battles.

So before you judge, feel.

Before you speak, consider.

Life is not a straight line.

It is a web of paths and turns.

How someone sees life—how someone survives—isn’t for us to blame or correct.

It’s for us to understand.

The Christian man sees God differently than you do.

I see God differently than you see God.

I worship God differently than you worship God.

On the same religious base—or even a different one—

We see the same God through different ways.

On the same path of life, we are all moving, but my story is different from yours.

Still, it is a collection of life that makes it whole.

Blood flows. Water moves through the body.

Mindsets shift and grow.

We see God differently.

We are not what we are because of what’s common between us.

We are what we are because of what defines us—individually.

We are just people trying to understand the grace in our breath,

The mercy in our moments,

The truth in our trials.

It’s grace upon grace in this world we live in.

And still, we say, “Tomorrow is coming.”

Yet tomorrow never comes the way we think it will.

Still, we wait. We hope. We move.

Because we live differently,

But we all live.

So when you are judging the case of life,

When you are defining truth,

When you're analyzing or synthesizing the will of this world—

Don’t just look at it from your own eyes.

No, go deeper.

Try to understand.

Because how I see things—you don’t.

How I define God—you may never.

How I explain these matters—you may not be able to.

We are different—and if you are, and I am—

Then we must accept:

We may be facing the same direction,

But our minds are shaped by different lights.

We want the same result,

But we are using different ways.

We are not just the people we think we are.

We are more than what we appear to be.

We are seeing life through different truths and different wounds.

So don’t try to make someone be like you.

You can’t choose someone to be your mirror.

And you can never stand on someone to become yourself.

It’s just like how we all go to school—

We want the same path in life,

But some pass with A’s, some with B’s, some with C’s.

That’s how life grades us—not equally, but individually.

Life grades us by performance, by effort, by journey.

No one is idle.

I see it differently, and I work toward it differently.

That’s how my mind is wired.

There’s no standing firm without first collecting ability,

No strength without seeking knowledge.

We grow by learning—again and again, together.

It is like farmers on their fields.

Each one aims to harvest,

But some weed wide, some sow deep,

Some add hot fertilizers,

Others trust nature’s rhythm.

But all of them want the fruit.

They just take different roads to get there.

That is what I mean.

People are always looking for ways—different ways—to make it.

To survive.

To earn.

To live.

And there is no way to stand without first choosing to understand.

        By OY

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We Are Not Meant to Be Free

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.

 We all are. We all have to be. 

Because the only time we’re truly free is when we’re asleep— or gone.

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Why Lilbed

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

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