Ormah's Space

Just like the Psalmist, My heart is indicting a good matter I speak as touching the King My tongue is the pen of a ready writer.   My lips are to the King, Singing and Lauding his praises All day and all night long   My dance is to the King Every twist and every turn Swinging in harmonious move to his name   My heart beats for my King, With every rise and fall in rhythm Resonating in reminiscence of all he has done   My Life is for the King, Wrapped-up like in a bubble Estranged from the noise a l’exterieur   Wound-up and engulfed  in his overwhelming love And distant, in a world where the vogue is to be aware   My eyes are for the King only Gazing at his beauty All in awe of his temple   And I shall dwell In the house of my King For ever and ever, Amen!

12.05. 21   Today was the induction ceremony of the first year students into the department. Incidentally, I was privileged to have joined the department as a member of the academic staff shortly before the time under the leadership of one of the most amazing and finest humane woman I’ve ever come across….one of a kind! The time was scheduled for 11am. At the said time, nothing was close to happening, fellow colleagues were already seated and waiting but only very few of the students were in sight. Time was fast passing by…12, 1, 2pm…yet the student president and MC were yet to show up for an event that was scheduled 3 hours earlier and it wouldn't start without them being present. Understandably, members of staff were already agitated and feeling disrespected at the ‘nonchalant’ behaviour of the students towards the event, after all the students were the ones to be seated first before us….not the other way round. At the heat of this tense situation, the Head of the Department made...