In a world
heavy with sorrow, pains and where corruption eats like rust through
governments and private enterprises, and where poverty chains the dreams of
children, and where hatred poisons even the noblest hearts, a young lady called
Adoko dreams and prays for hope and change. She had no throne, no grand title,
no wealth to boast of. But, Adoko had something that could shake the
foundations of nations: a pure heart filled with dreams and a voice soaked in
prayer. Each night, she climbed the roof of her modest home and sat beneath the
sky, speaking softly to the moon. The world beneath her was restless, full of
noise and ambition, but up there, in the stillness of the heavens, she found
space for hope. Looking up, she whispered: “Why must leaders steal from the
hungry? Why must brothers shed blood over borders? Why do we silence truth and
celebrate deception?”
She
dreamt of a different world.
A world free
of corruption, where the greedy are not applauded, and honesty is not punished.
A world where leaders lead with humility, not arrogance. A world where children
are raised with love, not war, and the elderly are honoured, not forgotten. Where
the streets echo with laughter, not sirens. Where politicians walk among the
people, not above them. She imagined a land where forgiveness is a virtue, not
a weakness. Where people of different tribes, faiths, and colors can sit at the
same table and call each other brother and sister. A world where tolerance is not demanded, but
given freely, and true love flows like rivers, unblocked by prejudice and
pride. Though she was young, her thoughts were deep. Her voice was gentle, yet
it carried the weight of generations. And as she spoke, she was not alone. For
far away, across oceans and borders, the writer, a traveler, a listener, and a
messenger heard her cry. He had walked the streets of broken cities, eaten with
the poor, and sat in the shadows of great halls. He had seen the faces of
injustice and tasted both peace and pain.
In Adoko, he
found a vessel a voice to echo his heart. He chose not to speak with loud
words, but with her prayers. Not to shout from podiums, but to whisper through
her dreams. For in Adoko, the world could see itself, not as it is, but as it
ought to be. “To our leaders, I say
through her: Serve with honor. Let your legacy be truth, not monuments. The
power you hold is not yours; it is the people’s breath.
To our
fathers and mothers: Raise children who heal, not harm. Teach them courage, not
cruelty. And to the youth across the globe: Dare to dream. Let no pain steal
your purpose. Be Adoko in your village, in your city, in your time.” The dreams
and prayers of Adoko are not fiction. They are the quiet revolution rising in
hearts across continents. They are the tears of the forgotten, the longing of
the betrayed, and the hope of the next generation.
So tonight,
if you look up at the moon and listen closely, you might hear her too. And in
that whisper, you will find a prayer not just for a better world, but for a
truer, kinder humanity.
"THE
DREAMS AND PRAYERS OF ADOKO”
BY
DR. ALEXANDER ODARTEY LAMPTEY
(BA, MBA, POST, MA, PHD)
INSPIRED
BY THE CREATIONS OF EVELYN ADOKO SAM