Monday, 15 April 2013

Breaking Camp



 Break camp and advance into the hill country of the Amorites….  See, I have given you this land. Go in and take possession of the land the Lord swore he would give to your fathers—to Abraham, Isaac and Jacob—and to their descendants after them,” Deut 1:7-8.   Just this morning I found myself thinking about how it is mid April 2013 already and I remembered when at the start of the year I resigned my job to take on a new adventure.  The thought somehow led me to this biblical verse when the Israelites were told to move on and take possession of the new land.
Taking possession of a new land was no ordinary decision to me considering it involved relocating into another country where I would find new people and whole lot new experiences. And I would travel amidst mixed feelings to this new town. The fear of the unknown, the anxiety about the choice I had made all crowded my mind and had I been fainthearted I would have changed my mind. Little did I know that that place would finally become my home and for three months running I am happily getting acquainted.  And like the Isrealites moved on casting their fears aside, I chose to move on.  And I have learned many a lesson the main one being: That change is not for the fainthearted; in fact whoever embraces change should consider themselves stronger than Badanga(were we not told that he was the strongest man in Singapore). Whether it is a job, marital status, political, city or country, change is necessary because in the end - like one of my Secondary school teachers used to say - if you don’t change, change will change you!  But we all know way leads on to way, and whatever happens, I hope I will be telling the story to my son and his children that one day I made a choice and that made all the difference in my life.
Cheers,
Pen Ninah

Thursday, 11 April 2013

Let's scream here



We all witness situations in our walk of life that make us stop and say wow! Or what the hell! And whereas most of us ignore and move on, I choose to scribble them down on this blog. If not for my own lesson learnt or memory kept, I do it for my readers presently and those who will come after them. By choosing to call this blog ‘The Loud Silence’, I am echoing the times I have wanted to scream yet remained silent but allowed this blog to shout for me.