At this stage in my life, in my fifties, becoming means something very different from what it did years ago. For me now, it’s about being truthful and purposeful. If I had to choose one word, that would be it: purposeful. Everything I’ve experienced has led me to see that there’s really one direction I must go—one true calling that defines me. I believe that each of us has a purpose, a specific work we were sent to do on earth. Scripture taught me that. When I read about the Levites, the priests, and how everyone had their role, it made me pause and ask myself: what is mine? What is that one thing that, if taken away, I simply wouldn’t be me? Forme, that answer has always beenhospitality. From childhood until now, the story of my life has always been tied to food — serving it, sharing it, celebrating it. Anyone who’s known me since I was young can tell you that. My cousin reminded me just the other day of little stories that prove this has always been part of who I am. Cooking and feeding people bring me joy. It’s my natural rhythm. But purpose, for me, is also about fighting for others — especially the underrated, the underestimated, the ones people overlook. I’ve always had a heart for young people and for vocational education. I love showing that the person someone once dismissed can rise and fulfil their God-given destiny. That’s why, when people come toworkwithme, I give them everything — 110%. I may not be the most patient person in other situations, but when it comes to training and development, patience becomes second nature. Watching others grow into their potential is one of my greatest joys. Of course, there are challenges. COVID tested everyone, but for me, the deeper struggle has been wanting to do more than my resources allow. Sometimes I wish I could train thirty people instead of two. Ghana isn’t always structured to support that kind of work easily. And with my young children still depending on me, I have to balance my dreams with practical responsibilities. But purpose doesn’t go away; it simply waits for its full season. My uncle, a man of wisdom, once told me, “Your kids are young — plan now, build gradually.” And that’s exactly what I’m doing. My dream is to establish a culinary and vocational school by the time I’m sixty. Every step I take now is leading there. Rightnow, I’mfocusedonBistroAfrica, aproject close to my heart. Its goal is to raise funds to build kitchens for underprivileged schools that have none. Imagine children going to school with no canteen, nowhere to prepare proper food — it’s unacceptable. Our first kitchen Becoming Purposeful Purpose doesn’t shout — it speaks softly. And if you listen closely, it will guide your every step. 28 The Birthday Journal
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