It was a cold late Thursday afternoon - A day that would best be described as a wet Christmas Eve of 2020. An unusual weather condition marking the Christmas season. I drove to a town called Adawso, where I picked up ten packs of food items for donation to the aged in my town, Akwapem Akropong. On my return, I made a stopover at a shop and purchased some bags of 5kg rice to add.
From there, I decided to pass by my maize farm in a village called Sokode, in the Akuapem North District. The intention was to see how things were on the farm and also pay a visit to the land lord.
The first route to the village was inaccessible because a bridge which was being constructed had stalled just before the elections. And your guess is as good as mine. It was a campaign promise. Elections are over, the candidate who promised and actually started the construction won.
I had to return and use a different route through a town called Yensiso. The ground was soft and slippery after the downpour.
After some time of driving, I got stuck in mud. The tyres could not move. After several trials and failures, I got out of the car. I was alone. I became worried and scared. There was no one available who could help. I made a call to Sokode village with hope of getting help. The man on the phone said I should try for a while and if I didn't get help, I should call back.
I walked round the car and the more I looked at the mud all around the tyres, the more I felt worse and sad.
There was still no one in sight. I then decided to pray and asked the Holy Spirit for help.
I prayed, *"Holy Spirit, I am here alone. Send your angels to get me out of this mud"*
I went back to sit in the car and started turning the steering wheel. To my surprise, I was out of the mud. I received a quick answer to prayer. It quickly dawned on me why we need to call on God at all times when we need help.
*Our human efforts are limited, but God's help is limitless*..
On my return, I decided to use a different route. I asked about the state of the road and was given assurance that it was good.
I was disappointed after about two minutes into the journey. I encountered another slippery road. But I was able to go through. I hit the end of the road into Mampong township and the only bridge on the road into the town was caving in so the assembly man, in the company of a police and some bystanders had blocked the road.
I had to go back to my nightmarish road.
My driving was tested.
My faith was also tested.
A new lesson was learnt; *TRUST GOD TO COME THROUGH FOR YOU AT ALL TIMES.*
I made it to the farm and back in one piece and peace.
J. B. Eshun (c) 2020
