🎤 If You’re Wondering If God Still Wants You… ---

🎤 “If You’re Wondering If God Still Wants You…”

 If you think you have to be perfect to come to God…

Don’t wait.

Don’t wait until your prayers sound poetic,

Or until your worship playlist has no skips.

Come as you are—

Even if your Bible app hasn’t been opened since last month,

And your last prayer was just, “God, help.”

If you’ve messed up again—

Don’t think grace gave up on you.

Grace doesn’t walk away like people do.

Grace stays.

Grace says, “Let’s try again.”

If your walk with God feels like a rollercoaster,

One day you’re on fire,

Next day, you’re in your feelings,

Watching Christian TikToks with a bag of chips and a guilty heart…

That doesn’t disqualify you.

It makes you human.

And God knew that when He called you.

Don’t think He only uses the strong.

He used Moses—a stutterer.

He used Peter—an impulsive hothead.

He used Paul—a former persecutor.

And He can use you—

Even if you forgot to finish that Bible-in-a-year plan… again.

He’s not waiting on perfection.

He’s just waiting on your honesty.

Bring the ugly cry.

Bring the doubts.

Bring the “I’m tired” prayer that barely has words.

Because real faith isn’t loud.

Sometimes it just whispers,

“I’m still here.”

So stop thinking you’re too far.

The cross already closed the gap.

Your shame isn’t stronger than His mercy.

Your history doesn’t cancel your destiny.

> Some of you are waiting to feel worthy.

But hear this:

You won’t always feel qualified.

But you’re still called.

And if you’re still breathing—

God’s not done.

Laugh at yourself sometimes.

Cry when you need to.

Worship even when you don’t feel it.

And keep walking.

You’re growing.

You’re healing.

You’re still His.

 And if you needed a sign to keep going—

This is it.

If you needed someone to say,

“God still wants you”

I just did.

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> So yes.

Even now.

Even after all that.

He still wants you.

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🎤 Jesus, You Sure You Want Me?

🎤 “Jesus, You Sure You Want Me?”

They told me I should pray with big words.

Like “Hallelujah,” “Sovereign,” and “Thy will be done.”

But all I had was,

“God… I messed up. Again.”

They told me to worship with clean hands—

But mine?

Still got dirt under the fingernails of bad habits.

> And I laughed—

Because You’re holy, and I’m…

Well, let’s just say I’m the guy who tried to fast

and lasted ‘til 10:37 AM

when the smell of my mom’s jollof rice broke every chain.

> I’m the one who falls asleep mid-prayer

and wakes up like,

“Wait… where did I leave off? Was I talking about my job or asking for a wife?”

> But You—

You never rolled Your eyes.

You didn’t unfriend me.

You didn’t wait for me to glow-up spiritually.

> You sat in my mess.

In my doubt.

In my overthinking, over-worrying, over-complicating-everything self.

> You whispered,

“I’m not afraid of your shadows.

I’ll walk through your midnight until we find morning.”

> And man…

That moved something in me.

> ‘Cause I thought grace had a limit.

I thought joy was a myth.

I thought calling was for the chosen—and I was barely called to answer texts.

> But You called me.

Not the fake version. Not the Instagram-filtered, Bible-verse-in-the-caption me.

The real me.

The one who still wrestles with bitterness.

The one who’s still learning how to forgive Dad.

The one who smiles in public but cries in the shower.

> And somehow… You weren’t scared.

> You saw my anxiety and said, “Peace.”

You saw my past and said, “Still worthy.”

You saw my scars and said, “Let’s make this art.”

(Pause. Then lighter tone.)

> And yo—

Let’s talk about how You got jokes too!

Like when I said, “God, I’m ready!”

And You said, “Nope. Still cooking. Sit down.”

Or when I tried to run, and You tripped me with a Bible verse.

Or when I finally gave You my heart—

and You said, “About time. I’ve been holding the pieces.”

(Back to passionate tone)

> Jesus, You sure You want me?

> This cracked, chaotic, coffee-addicted child of yours?

> And still, You say yes.

Again.

And again.

And again.

> That kind of love—

It wrecks me.

Builds me.

Transforms me.

> So now I don’t perform.

I don’t pretend.

I just stand here—real, broken, laughing, crying—

and say:

> “Thank You. I’m Yours.”

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Take Me There

Take me there 

Take Me There

Close the door.

Let the world fade.

It’s just you… and the heat you made.

Eyes lock—no words.

Only breath and skin.

Your hands say, "I know where you've been."

Fingertips slow, like dripping wine,

Tracing paths that blur the line

Between what's yours… and what’s now mine.

You lift my chin—

No need to speak.

Your mouth writes poems across my cheek.

Pull me close.

No space, no light.

Just heartbeats wrestling with the night.

Slide in deep, not just your flesh—

But soul and sound and silken mesh.

Each stroke, a whisper: “More,” I plead.

You give, you take, you feed the need.

My nails, your back.

Your grip, my thighs.

A rhythm lost in moans and sighs.

I fall apart—

But you hold tight.

Guiding me through waves of white.

I lose my name.

Forget the day.

You break me sweetly, every way.

So take me there,

Where fire flows—

Where every scream is one that knows:

This isn’t play.

This isn’t show.

This is deep.

And real.

And slow.

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I Didn't Give Up.

I Didn’t Give Up

I’ve been broken.

I’ve cried behind closed doors where no one could see me.

I’ve questioned my worth, my strength, my very place in this world.

The whys and when's

Of my new being, all keep whispering to me

There were days when I woke up and didn’t feel like trying. Days when I looked in the mirror and couldn’t recognize who I was becoming. I’ve been laughed at, underestimated, counted out… even by people I loved. I know what it feels like to fail. To fall. To feel forgotten.

But I’m still here.

I didn’t give up.

I Know what it means to be deceived or scammed 

I kept moving, even when my legs were shaking.

I kept believing, even when doubt screamed louder than hope.

I kept breathing, even when it felt like the air was too heavy to carry.

Because something inside me refused to let go.

Something small—but powerful—whispered: "You were made for more."

Mother can only tell it all

Mother can only speak of it to those who have never been there 

So sometimes, that thing in me, made me to stand up 

Write and rewrite the poems, the stories I do tell

And maybe you’ve felt this too.

Maybe you're standing at the edge, wondering if you can keep going.

Let me be the voice that tells you: Yes, you can.

You can rise from pain.

You can rewrite your story.

You can become everything they said you couldn’t.

I am living proof that storms do pass. That hearts do heal. That broken wings do fly again.

So when you feel like giving up—remember me. Remember this moment.

And tell yourself: If they made it through, so can I.

Because I didn’t give up.

And neither will you.

(The voice behind this work is your good conscience)

I love you all...

Mom is always my love...

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Born for more.

You Were Born for More"

Good [morning/afternoon/evening] everyone,

I want you to take a moment right now and breathe. Yes—deep in, and out. Let it remind you that you are here. Alive. Present. That alone is powerful.

You see, life doesn’t hand us a perfect script. There are no guarantees. No shortcuts. No promises. But what life does offer… is opportunity. Every single day we wake up, we are handed a blank page. And the pen is in your hand. The question is—what will you write?

Some of you may feel stuck. Some of you may feel behind. Maybe you’re carrying doubt, pain, or the weight of what others said you could never be. But let me tell you something: you are not your past. You are not the mistakes, not the setbacks, and not the opinions of those who gave up on themselves long ago.

You have greatness in you.

Yes—you. Not the person next to you. Not the person on social media. You.

You were born with dreams that matter. Ideas that count. A voice that deserves to be heard. It doesn't matter where you started. What matters is that you start. Start believing. Start moving. Start building. Because progress doesn't come from perfection—it comes from persistence.

When life pushes you down—and it will—you don’t stay down. You get up. Every time. With more fire. More faith. More fight.

We keep to walk to our destination, until we get there, we can't stop to survive 

The world doesn’t need another copy. The world needs you—your story, your struggle, your success. So speak up. Stand tall. Work hard. And never, ever stop.

Because you were born for more.

Thank you.

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Why the Strengthening Cedi is Good News for Every Ghanaian

PRESS RELEASE

For Immediate Release

Date: June 3rd, 25

Why the Strengthening Cedi is Good News for Every Ghanaian

Lilbed Wordweave Offers Clarity and Confidence in Ghana's Economic Progress

Accra, Ghana — As the Ghanaian cedi shows signs of gaining strength against the US dollar, many citizens are seeking to understand what this means for their daily lives and future. At Lilbed Wordweave, we believe in empowering the public through clear communication and responsible storytelling. Here are key reasons why Ghanaians should welcome this positive economic trend:

1. Lower Prices for Imported Goods

A stronger cedi means that Ghana can purchase more dollars with less local currency. This directly reduces the cost of importing goods, including essential items such as fuel, food products, medicines, electronics, and spare parts. As import costs fall, local prices are expected to stabilize or even drop, making life more affordable for the average Ghanaian.

2. Increased Investor Confidence

When a nation's currency strengthens, it sends a signal of growing economic stability and sound fiscal management. This boosts investor confidence—both domestic and foreign—which can lead to more business investments, job creation, and economic opportunities across the country.

3. Improved National Debt Outlook

Ghana’s debt repayments, especially those denominated in US dollars, become less burdensome when the cedi gains value. This can help the government reduce its external debt pressures and redirect funds into development projects like infrastructure, education, and healthcare.

Stay Confident, Stay Informed

While currency trends can shift due to global and local factors, this moment is a reminder that with prudent policy and public support, Ghana’s economy can chart a stronger course. Lilbed Wordweave encourages all Ghanaians to stay informed and hopeful. Economic recovery is a process—and together, we are making progress.

Contact:

Lilbed Wordweave Communications

Email: obedyadzo01@gmail.com

Website: http://obedyadzo01.blogspot.com

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I was born in the Voice of poetry

I Was Born in the Voice of Poetry by Obed Yadzo I was born in the voice of poetry— a rhythm deep as mother’s prayer, a whisper carved from Ghana’s dust, Volta's breath, Ghana's flare. My cradle was a stanza’s edge, my poem, a line set free to unlock the prison gate Ink was milk; the page, my kin— from the start, I learned to see. I learned from him, my mentors voice , and he that was in me I have the story—not just mine, but of those whose names were never heard, the market women, the silent sons, the dreamers drowned in empty words. I was born , trained, and now bold to fight I suffrage not in silence, but in verse that holds their cries, for I have walked where shadows bloom, and dared to lift the skies. My future roars today because my past echoes in me, reminding me of the ages that I cannot really tell The struggle of the men is mine— the weight of hope, the push, the grind. Their calloused hands, their sleepless nights, are lines I etch between each rhyme. This is Obed—scribe of soul, storykeeper, truth untold. I don’t just write—I bear, I build, a world reborn through words bold. So let the world stand still and hear— not noise, but grace, not pain, but light. For I was born in the voice of poetry, and through its fire, I write. Don't rush to race 'him' Cos he has come not to reign Grandma, 🥰 🥰 🥰. Obed Yadzo remembers that once the sun rises, there's hope for a change.

© 2025 Obed Yadzo. All rights reserved.

"I was born in the Voice of Poetry"
Written and copyrighted by Obed Yadzo on 29/05/2025.

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Happy Birthday 🎉🎉🎉 to myself.

Today, I Dance with Time by Obed Yadzo Today, I dance with time in light, A candle crowned in morning bright, The winds may age my skin with grace, But youth still sparkles in my face. A year verse for 23 vast land I wear the years like royal gold, With stories whispered, brave and bold— Each wrinkle is a song I’ve sung, Each heartbeat keeps me wild and young. A year verse for 23 vast land So raise a glass, let laughter flow, Let birthday joy like rivers grow— I’m not just older, I’m refined, A masterpiece in progress, signed A year verse for 23 vast land

© 2025 Obed Yadzo. All rights reserved.

"Happy Birthday 🎉 to myself "
Written and copyrighted by Obed Yadzo on 30/05/2025.

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The Word Still Speaks

The Word Still Speaks — A Spoken Word Piece

I remember when Grandma whispered verses like lullabies into the cracks of my soul. When the Bible wasn’t just a book— it was breath. Bread. Battle cry. Back then, the Word of God wasn’t silent. It spoke— in the tears wept at altars, in the hush of midnight prayers, in the strength it gave when life screamed unfair. I’ve seen pages turn like seasons— from Genesis to Revelation, from broken to breakthrough, from wandering to home. And still— still it speaks. See, the Word of God is not just ink on scrolls or leather-bound theology. It’s thunder wrapped in mercy. It’s fire in the bones of prophets, and peace in the palms of the weary. It’s the "Let there be light" that shattered darkness then— and still shatters darkness now. It’s the Psalms sung in pain, the Proverbs that shaped my mind, the Gospels that carried me when I couldn’t carry myself. Oh, I've clutched it like a lifeline when the waves came too high. Spoken it through clenched teeth when the storm would not pass. Because when the world is chaos, when my faith is a flicker— the Word stands still. Unmoved. Unshaken. Alive. Sharper than sorrow. Stronger than silence. Sweeter than honey from the rock. It speaks in hospital rooms. In prison cells. In the back pew where you think you’ve gone too far— it whispers, “You are still mine.” It’s not just ancient text. It’s present truth. Living Word. Breathing hope. So to the weary heart, to the one holding on by a verse— don’t let go. Because His Word never returns void. It plants. It pierces. It promises. And it never forgets your name. The Word of God is not just what was said. It’s what is still speaking. And beloved— It’s speaking to you now.

© 2025 Obed Yadzo. All rights reserved.

"The Word Still Speaks"
Written and copyrighted by Obed Yadzo on 29/05/2025.

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The Mirror That Knew Too Much"

© 2025 Obed Yadzo. All rights reserved.

"The Mirror That Knew Too Much"
Written and copyrighted by Obed Yadzo on 29/05/2025.

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Lilbed Wordweave strikes again with Obed Yadzo's newest Tale "The Mirror That Knew Too Much" In a village wrapped in fog and whispers, there stood an old wooden house with a mirror no one dared to touch. They said the mirror could talk—but only to those brave enough to ask it the truth. No one believed that anymore. Except Yoma, a quiet girl with ink-stained fingers and a wild hunger for stories. When she found herself inside the old house during a storm, she stared into the mirror and whispered, "Who am I really?" The mirror shimmered, rippled, and spoke. "You are not just who they see. You are who you choose to become. But beware—choosing comes with a cost." From that night on, Yoma could hear other people’s truths when they spoke. Not their lies or their masks—their buried, aching truths. It made her powerful. It made her lonely. And it made her stories so real, they could heal... or destroy. Now Yoma writes with ink darker than night, and her readers swear her words know them better than they know themselves. Some say her tales are magic. Others say they’re curses in disguise. All we know is this: Obed Yadzo has written again. And the mirror is watching.

© 2025 Obed Yadzo. All rights reserved.

"The Mirror That Knew Too Much"
Written and copyrighted by Obed Yadzo on 29/05/2025.

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This literary work is protected under international copyright law. No part of this tale may be copied, distributed, or reproduced in any form without prior written permission from the author.

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Become A Scholarly Writer

✅ STEP 1: Understand What Scholarly Writing Is Key Traits of Scholarly Writing: Formal and objective tone Clear and concise structure Evidence-based arguments Proper citation and referencing Original thought and analysis 📘 Action: Read examples of scholarly articles in your field (e.g., from Google Scholar, JSTOR, or academic journals).

--- ✅ STEP 2: Choose a Specific Area of Interest Pick a subject you are genuinely curious about. Scholarly writing requires in-depth exploration, so interest helps sustain your motivation. 📘 Action: List 3–5 topics you are passionate about. Narrow down to one for focused research. ---

✅ STEP 3: Read Widely and Critically Good scholarly writers are also voracious and critical readers. Understand how others construct arguments and engage with sources. 🔍 How to Read Scholarly Texts: Skim abstracts and conclusions first Highlight main arguments, methods, and findings Take notes on how the author supports their points 📘 Action: Read at least one peer-reviewed article per week in your chosen field.

--- ✅ STEP 4: Learn the Structure of Scholarly Papers Most scholarly papers follow a predictable format: 1. Abstract 2. Introduction 3. Literature Review 4. Methodology (if empirical) 5. Analysis/Discussion 6. Conclusion 7. References 📘 Action: Dissect a few articles and map out their structure.

--- ✅ STEP 5: Practice Summarizing and Paraphrasing Being able to restate complex ideas in your own words is essential. Avoid plagiarism and show understanding. 📘 Action: Take one scholarly article and write a 200-word summary in your own words.

--- ✅ STEP 6: Develop an Argument All scholarly writing should have a clear thesis or argument. You don’t just report what others have said—you analyze, synthesize, and critique. 📘 Action: Write a 500-word piece arguing a position on your chosen topic using 2–3 academic sources.

--- ✅ STEP 7: Master Citations and Referencing Academic writing depends on giving credit properly. Common Styles: APA (social sciences) MLA (humanities) Chicago (history) Harvard (general) 📘 Action: Learn to use reference managers like Zotero or Mendeley.

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✅ STEP 8: Write a Full Scholarly Essay or Article

Now combine what you’ve learned into a full-length academic essay (1500–3000 words). 📘 Action: Outline → Draft → Revise → Edit → Proofread. --- ✅ STEP 9: Seek Feedback and Revise Share your writing with a mentor, teacher, or peer. Scholarly writing improves with constructive criticism. 📘 Action: Join an academic writing group or take a writing workshop. ---

✅ STEP 10: Submit for Publication or Share Publicly

Start with: Student journals Department newsletters Academic blogs Conference proceedings 📘 Action: Submit one polished paper to a relevant low-barrier journal or blog. --- Bonus Tips: Be patient—scholarly writing is a skill that improves with time. Keep a writing journal to track your growth. Stay updated with current debates and research in your field.

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Communication Quiz

SECTION A: Multiple Choice Questions (40 Marks)

(Choose the correct answer: A, B, C, or D.)

1. What is communication mainly about?

A) Writing books

B) Sharing information

C) Listening only

D) Reading newspapers

2. Which one is an example of formal communication?

A) Texting a friend

B) Office meeting

C) Gossip at lunch

D) Whispering

3. Informal communication often takes place through:

A) Company reports

B) Friendly conversations

C) Official emails

D) Press releases

4. Which direction does downward communication flow?

A) From subordinates to managers

B) Among co-workers

C) From managers to employees

D) From customers to staff

5. Upward communication means:

A) Boss giving orders

B) Staff giving feedback to managers

C) Peers sharing ideas

D) Writing letters to clients

6. Horizontal communication happens between:

A) Different companies

B) Employees at the same level

C) Managers and customers

D) CEO and board members

7. What is a key element of effective communication?

A) Silence

B) Feedback

C) Arguments

D) Speed

8. A barrier to effective communication is:

A) Clear language

B) Active listening

C) Noise

D) Cooperation

9. Verbal communication includes:

A) Email

B) Speaking

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FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE Title: Government Ramps Up Efforts to Eradicate Galamsey Activities Acros s the Nation. 23/04/2025

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The Government of Ghana has renewed its commitment to the fight against illegal mining, commonly referred to as Galamsey, with a bold and strategic operation aimed at eliminating the practice and restoring degraded lands and water bodies. In response to the growing threat Galamsey poses to the environment, public health, and legal mining operations, the government has recruited and deployed a large number of personnel to assist security agencies. This workforce is now actively supporting the military, police, and environmental task forces in targeted regions, particularly in areas heavily affected by illegal mining. This renewed campaign is being carried out under the broader framework of national environmental protection and sustainable development. It focuses on law enforcement, community engagement, and the promotion of alternative livelihoods for those previously dependent on illegal mining. “The destruction of our forests and water bodies by Galamsey cannot continue unchecked,” said a government spokesperson. “We are committed to enforcing the law and preserving our natural heritage for future generations.” The government is calling on all citizens, especially traditional authorities, local leaders, and the youth, to support this nationwide initiative. Public cooperation is essential in identifying illegal miners and protecting the environment from further harm. The fight against Galamsey is not only a security and environmental issue—it is a national responsibility. [Obed Yadzo] [Galamsey Force) Office: Lilbed Wordweave] [0597773520/obedyadzo01@gmail.com] [https://obedyadzo01.blogspot.com]

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FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE Title: Government Ramps Up Efforts to Eradicate Galamsey Activities Acros s the Nation. 23/04/2025

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The Government of Ghana has renewed its commitment to the fight against illegal mining, commonly referred to as Galamsey, with a bold and strategic operation aimed at eliminating the practice and restoring degraded lands and water bodies. In response to the growing threat Galamsey poses to the environment, public health, and legal mining operations, the government has recruited and deployed a large number of personnel to assist security agencies. This workforce is now actively supporting the military, police, and environmental task forces in targeted regions, particularly in areas heavily affected by illegal mining. This renewed campaign is being carried out under the broader framework of national environmental protection and sustainable development. It focuses on law enforcement, community engagement, and the promotion of alternative livelihoods for those previously dependent on illegal mining. “The destruction of our forests and water bodies by Galamsey cannot continue unchecked,” said a government spokesperson. “We are committed to enforcing the law and preserving our natural heritage for future generations.” The government is calling on all citizens, especially traditional authorities, local leaders, and the youth, to support this nationwide initiative. Public cooperation is essential in identifying illegal miners and protecting the environment from further harm. The fight against Galamsey is not only a security and environmental issue—it is a national responsibility. [Obed Yadzo] [Galamsey Force) Office: Lilbed Wordweave] [0597773520/obedyadzo01@gmail.com] [https://obedyadzo01.blogspot.com]

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Madam Eyra's Birthday 🎉🎉🎉 @ Paste.com

Indeed, an elite whose discipline echoes Through the chambers of time, A worth that outshines fleeting hours. Happy Birthday to the Remarkable Madame Eyra!

Today, we honor not just a birthday, but a life that radiates wisdom, strength, and grace. Madame Eyra, your presence is a gift to all who know you—your light uplifts, your words inspire, and your spirit leaves an unforgettable mark on every heart you touch. As you step into a new chapter, may it be filled with endless joy, vibrant health, and blessings beyond measure. Here's to more laughter, more love, and the fulfillment of all your dreams. Thank you for being a beacon of hope, courage, and elegance. The world is better with you in it. Wishing you a truly magnificent birthday and many more to come! — With admiration and warmest wishes, The Lilbed Wordweave Team

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With the Spirit of God: 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏. Its real....

When God Speaks in Your Life

When God speaks in your life, not everyone will understand. God is the one who prepares you, and He is the one who blesses you. Others may try to define you, but only God created you. He knows your path, and He makes all things possible for you.

“Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, before you were born I set you apart.”

— Jeremiah 1:5

What you need is a strong and consistent prayer life. Let your prayer life be active, firm, and grounded. God is the beginning and the end of your life. He knows everything concerning you.

“I am the Alpha and the Omega, the First and the Last, the Beginning and the End.”

— Revelation 22:13

Just remember—He is always there. Pray to God, for He remembers us. He is the lifter of men, bringing us from nowhere into His divine purpose.

“He raises the poor from the dust and lifts the needy from the ash heap; he seats them with princes.”

— Psalm 113:7–8

God never fails. He was there in the beginning, He was with the people in the Bible, and He is still with us today. The God we are speaking of is not an ordinary being. He is the God of salvation, the God of hope, the God of Abraham.

“Jesus Christ is the same yesterday and today and forever.”

— Hebrews 13:8

If your prayer life is strong, you will understand God’s will and purpose for your life. Remember, no matter the challenges, you are welcome into the Kingdom of God. He provides everything you need.

“And my God will supply every need of yours according to His riches in glory in Christ Jesus.”

— Philippians 4:19

Do not be afraid, for God has spoken over your life. He has spoken into your education, your destiny, your doors—He has opened them. He has created you for a purpose.

“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you a future and a hope.”

— Jeremiah 29:11

You are alive today not because you are better than those who have passed on, but because God has spoken life over you. He has done it again. That’s why you are alive.

“It is because of the Lord’s mercies that we are not consumed, because His compassions fail not.”

— Lamentations 3:22

Listen for His voice—His voice is powerful, and it brings life. He has spoken. Don’t be afraid.

“My sheep listen to My voice; I know them, and they follow Me.”

— John 10:27

These are not just ordinary words. They are written and cannot be erased. Your life is a written word in the book of God. There are books written about you in heaven—read them and walk in that purpose.

“Then I said, ‘Behold, I have come—in the scroll of the book it is written of me.’”

— Psalm 40:7

No one can decide your worth except God. He is the one who has the final say. If you give your life to Him and live according to His Word, you will begin to understand the deep things of God.

“The secret of the Lord is with those who fear Him, and He will show them His covenant.”

— Psalm 25:14

Lilbed Wordweave: God loves you.

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AKWABA @ AcCE: WHO WEARS THE CROWN

A Night to Remember: Akwaba Celebration at AcCE Auditorium

On the evening of April 5th, 2025, the AcCE auditorium came alive with vibrant energy as the much-anticipated Akwaba Celebration unfolded in spectacular fashion. Dedicated specially to welcome Level 100 students, the event began precisely at 7:30 PM and transformed into a night of unforgettable cultural expression, entertainment, and pageantry.

The auditorium was packed beyond capacity, bursting with excitement and anticipation. The highlight of the evening was the "Who Wears the Crown?" segment—a thrilling beauty and talent contest that showcased stunning performances from both female and male contestants. Each performance stirred the crowd, shaking the very ground with cultural artistry, elegance, and charisma.

As the night progressed, the atmosphere intensified with surprise twists and remarkable talents. Spectators watched with wide eyes and dropped jaws, echoing “Wow!” across the hall. One of the standout moments came from contestant BigBrain – "Gye-nyame", whose performance resonated deeply with the school’s motto and values, leaving a lasting impression on the audience.

The celebration also featured outstanding performances from talented student musicians, delivering popular tunes with professional flair. Dancers lit up the stage, and the crowd roared as the girls brought energy and style with modern choreography.

AcCE’s commitment to excellence was evident throughout the event—not only in the students but also in the presence of well-trained, disciplined tutors who continue to shape the future of Ghana.

The 2025 Akwaba Celebration was more than just an event—it was an experience. A cultural masterpiece that left everyone asking, “When is the next one?”

The Drama and Debating Club lit up the stage and shook the hall with a powerful performance.

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Digging deeper into their story, it’s clear the school boasts a strong and passionate drama team capable of stirring emotions deep within the audience.

Their latest act moved the crowd with a thought-provoking storyline centered around education. It portrayed the stark contrast between misguided students and the steady rise of a focused, determined leader. The narrative followed the downfall of a once-promising student who lost her way due to bad influences, poor choices, and involvement with a reckless group.

In the end, the play served as a vivid reminder of the consequences of one’s decisions and the power of making the right choices in life.

The contestants also performed; the amazing chanting walks before the crowd and the Judges.
We will continue to share with you Who wears the crown.
To be continued...

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Meaning of Lilbed

Meaning of Lilbed 

Lilbed directly means Pure-servant.

Further explanation -

The name "Lilbed" originates from the combination of Lilian and Obed. "Lilian," shortened to "Lil," signifies purity and is derived from the Latin word Lilium, meaning lily. "Obed," shortened to "Bed," represents servitude. Together, "Lilbed" embodies the virtues of purity and service.

In this sense, "Lilbed" symbolizes pure servants or holy beings devoted to these ideals. Monks, for example, are often referred to as Lilbed, reflecting their dedication to a life of purity and service.

Beyond its literal meaning, Lilbed conveys themes of unity, collaboration, and a deep connection to a pure source. It can also serve as a metaphor for tranquility and serenity—like resting on a peaceful, comforting bed.

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God's Agency

God's Agency

We are God's mortal agents 

The agents of the wild and of the world 

We are same but uncommon ,

Who meets the viral of life toxic charge

We are God's and to attest the agency call

With toils but no fall

We gush into bulbs of water's end

And mighty rein

To rain God's glorious survival rein

We are the chosen ones, selected by the Divine to serve as mortal agents of the universe. We are the representatives of the wild and the world, tasked with navigating the complexities of existence.

Though we share a common humanity, each of us is unique, with our own distinct experiences and perspectives. We are the ones who face the challenges of life head-on, who confront the toxic forces that seek to destroy us.

As God's agents, we are called to fulfill a sacred mission. We toil tirelessly, persevering through trials and tribulations, yet we do not falter. We are resilient, buoyed by our faith and our determination.

Like bulbs that burst forth with water's life-giving force, we emerge, renewed and revitalized. We are the mighty reins that guide the chariot of God's glorious survival. We are the instruments of Divine providence, ensuring the continuation of life and the fulfillment of God's plan.

In this role, we are not just passive observers; we are active participants, co-creators with the Divine. We are the ones who bring God's glorious survival to fruition, who manifest the Divine will in the world.

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In The Heart of Africa

In The Heart of Africa

Africa knew how to communicate her way 

Africa knew her dance and how to publish her own news

Many days around bonfire , our stories entwined to transform 

Our gods were strict and sin was less

Our fathers feared , because of Death 

And then nothing was rebirth.

Her gold, her coast, and her home become their host for colonial rule

Suppressing our norms , defiling culture, and making us their sub gods

In antiquity, our deities exacted fealty,

Their wrath, a specter that instilled trepidation,

For in their eyes, transgression was anathema, the suppressor 

And mortal fear of demise held sway, an omnipresent theme.

Yet, in the aftermath of life's extinguishment,

A void ensued, devoid of rebirth's promise or solace,

A desolate expanse, unyielding to hope's entreaty.

Then, like a tempest, foreign powers descended,

Their avarice and ambition, an insatiable, ravaging force,

That laid waste to our patrimony, our hallowed shores,

And reduced our ancestral homeland to a mere vassal state.

Our customs, once sacrosanct, were desecrated,

Our traditions, distorted, and our culture, debased,

As the colonizers imposed their dominion, unyielding and severe,

And we, the subjugated, were remade in their image, our essence impaired.

Thus, we became minor deities, relegated to a lower plane,

Our autonomy, usurped, our identity, effaced, our dignity, in chains.

In this manner, our world was reshaped, our destiny, redefined,

And the reverberations of that era, still linger, a haunting, mournful refrain.

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Vengeance: The Return of the Slave

Vengeance: The Return Of the Slave

I still remember the scars on my back, the chains that bound me, and the cruel laughter of my colonial master. I was just a boy when I was torn from my village, ripped from my family, and forced into slavery. For years, I labored in the fields, my sweat and blood nourishing the crops that filled my oppressor’s coffers.

But I never forgot my homeland, my people, or my name—Lilbed. I never let go of the fire inside me, the flame of resistance that flickered with every lash, every insult, every cruelty.

One night, I saw my chance. Under the cover of darkness, I fled the plantation, the master's dogs and guns close behind. I ran as if my life depended on it—because it did. But I knew I couldn’t run forever.

Deep in the forest, I found refuge among a band of rebels—escaped slaves like myself. They nursed me back to health, and soon, I took up arms beside them. We struck back at our oppressors, raiding plantations, freeing captives, and breaking the chains that had bound us for so long.

Years passed, and I became a warrior, a leader. My name became legend—whispered in awe by the enslaved and cursed in fear by the masters. Yet my true battle was not over. I had one final mission: to return home, to free my people, and to face the man who had stolen my childhood.

With a small band of trusted fighters, I embarked on the long journey back to my homeland. As we neared my village, memories flooded my mind—the familiar huts, the fields where I had suffered, the tree where I had been beaten. And there, standing on the porch of his grand mansion, was the master.

He smirked at me, but I saw the fear in his eyes. He knew why I had come. He knew there would be no mercy.

I was no longer the boy he had enslaved. I was Lilbed—the warrior, the leader, the reckoning.

As I stepped forward, my gaze locked onto his, the weight of history pressing upon us. The master sneered, but his hands trembled. He turned to flee, but it was too late.

He ran, but he did not escape. He fell in bloody shreds, his reign of cruelty ending as mine began.

I began to rebuild the broken houses and my reign was to free people.

Freedom for the people 

He becomes the prisoner who now chose death over life 

Thus, the once-dominant slave master now finds himself a prisoner, bound by the very chains he once wielded. And as justice is served, I stand by my final choice—embracing death over a life shackled by the past. He chose Death over life. He is tired of Keys and have chosen bread over life.

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God's Agency

God's Agency

Lilbed Wordweave 

We are God's mortal agents 

The agents of the wild and of the world 

We are same but uncommon ,

Who meets the viral of life toxic charge

We are God's agency hall and to attest the agency call

With toils but no fall

We gush into bulbs of water's end

And mighty rein

To rain God's glorious survival rein

We are reflections of divine design,

Perfect echoes of God's heavenly shrine.

Our forms, a mirror of the kingdom's might, it is beyond the cherub might 

Created  to fulfill our sacred duties in sight.

As vessels of God's glory, we stand tall,

Empowered to worship, beyond our mortal call.

Our spirits, ignited by divine decree,

That we yearn to honor You, in perfect harmony.

Even when our strength falters and fades,

Our spirits remain steadfast, in endless praise.

For You, O God, have ordained us for Your glory,

And we, in reverence, surrender our story.

Dear believer, stand tall and echoes in your spirit:'I am the Agency of God's Glorious Vine'

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Between God and Man

LILBED WORDWEAVE 

Between God and Man.

The nine planets and the undiscovered world that we cannot see

Is like the prediction beyond the solemn mere mind.

Discoverers have not yet meet God

With their human aided eyes?

If they were to; they would have answered all human needs

Beyond the sun 

Beyond its might 

We are prophets but our eyes are still blind 

And having less vision mind,

We are scientific genres;

But our machines have no reach

The eyes beyond this Truth is no spirit 

Or air

Cos God is no Man

The nine planets,be in by Men , have other nine images by nature unknown 

By the 100 of our years on count, and the years that maybe added, may draw us close to those.. 

They are like the shadows of the space that we have not yet seen 

As the years grow, our eyes get open

And our search gets older 

But no year will let men see God

Cos man is no God

If no man can walk on sun

If no man can witness the 🌞 sun, cannot live closer with his sight, pass its boarders beyond , and still, he cannot gaze its rays, then no man can see God

Our death can call us to rest and our spirit can fly us beyond 

But no  man have heard his voice nor seen thy face..

God is no man.

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I can't understand why

There is nothing best or so valuable to me than your presence..

I am keen, wanting you, needing you to accomplish my wishes

I have watched from afar and understand everything, desires, and your success.

I can't hide my face from you.

I love you.....

I know my coming to you won't fade us into the worse 

It's a true stand and true rise.

I need you 

I love you ok.

Lilbed Wordweave 

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The Section In My Heart

I have been the best within 

Because my consciousness and your consciousness need a private space on earth.

Our World 🌍 is the best 

I love it , and want it to grow

I always want the world to realize that you are the true Queen 👑,  I always call

You are the true one for the special Space in my heart 

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A Chanting Smile

Purse the force of her smile

 
Your smile is a force of attraction
And it haunts my heart
It leads me to say, I owe you a price
A price to pay
For it ranks above an ultimate force of love,
Ultimacy of nature's love
Or it's confusion to care?

Becoming a brand new Being,
With a conscious start, a conscious rise, and a conscious end

Your smile shakes my spirit
And enrolls my spirit on daily duty
I can't tell
I can't gaze twice your darling chanting smile
Dan's smile haunts
It  lovely Hunts

Your weave attacks waves
And your gaze attacks Hades

Your smile is a chant.
It's like a new chronicle of Love
It is like a predicting joy in a man
It is like a dream at my end
Her smile righteously haunts
It really haunts me to love.
                        

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Do You Regret Your Choice Of Field of Study. Don't be..

Don't Forget 😜 This Tips

A (Bachelor of Arts in Communication, Law, Education ,and University or colleges based courses.) Studies can lead to many exciting and rewarding career opportunities. You've already explored some of those options, and I am sure you will find even more as you continue on your journey. Be faithful to your fate. It is also important to remember that your career path is not limited to your degree and your skills is not limited to your can-do. Many skills you develop through studying Communication Studies, such as writing, public speaking, and critical thinking, are highly transferable to many different industries; not only that, all other various field gives you a space somewhere. Don't accept decision from that will lead you to redraw or be a dropout from your field. Always chose to be a strong motivation to your self. Don't let someone else's opinion dictate your future. You have the power to create the career you want. Surround yourself with positive influences, seek out mentors and role models, and focus on developing your skills and passions. You are good to go, good to get there and leads your terms. Remember, it's okay to feel uncertain or overwhelmed at times. But don't let those feelings hold you back. You got this! Keep pushing forward, and know that you are not alone. Many people have been in your shoes and have gone on to achieve amazing things. You can too! Your dreams will come alive; your future's reality will come alive so don't forget that it is always God this while. Lilbed Wordweave Cares....

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Do You Regret Your Choice Of Field of Study . Don't be.....

Don't Forget 😜 This Tips

A (Bachelor of Arts in Communication, Law, Education ,and University or colleges based courses.) Studies can lead to many exciting and rewarding career opportunities. You've already explored some of those options, and I am sure you will find even more as you continue on your journey. Be faithful to your fate.

It is also important to remember that your career path is not limited to your degree and your skills is not limited to your can-do. Many skills you develop through studying Communication Studies, such as writing, public speaking, and critical thinking, are highly transferable to many different industries; not only that, all other various field gives you a space somewhere. Don't accept decision from that will lead you to redraw or be a dropout from your field.

Always chose to be a strong motivation to your self.

Don't let someone else's opinion dictate your future. You have the power to create the career you want. Surround yourself with positive influences, seek out mentors and role models, and focus on developing your skills and passions. You are good to go, good to get there and leads your terms.

Remember, it's okay to feel uncertain or overwhelmed at times. But don't let those feelings hold you back. You got this!

Keep pushing forward, and know that you are not alone. Many people have been in your shoes and have gone on to achieve amazing things. You can too!

Your dreams will come alive; your future's reality will come alive so don't forget that it is always God this while.

Lilbed Wordweave Cares....

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