Timothy D. Amaglo-Mensah
Nov 5 · 2 min read

THE BASEBALL IN ME

My growth in Ashaiman does not only bring me memories but brings to bare the lessons that came along with my roller coaster adventure. The saying that we are a sum total of all our experiences throughout life pretty much explains my tough nature and this has been there since the “wonkyɛndi days”( If you know, you know😊)

Among all my experiences, one I relish over and over again is my baseball days. Baseball in our days was played by the International Schools and so it wasn’t shocking that when it came to my school nobody really showed interest except the few guys who lived in Tema .

On one PTA meeting Saturday in my school, I had to go sneak around and get a friend’s parent to write my name just so I don’t get punished on Monday . The Monday morning caning was a festivity in Celestial School.

In pensive waiting mood, I saw the “Deebee” baseball guys training . They were short of one man to start a match and I was the only one available. A novice to baseball. That day triggered my love journey for the game of baseball. I became addicted to it to the extent of missing Saturday classes just to use the fees to sponsor myself to and fro Tema to play.

Even though I was the smallest in the team, I showed great sportsmanship , I was always on time and always in the right apparel. I earned the love of our coach, Bra Abeka. Many a time , I never got to play a match till we came back home but I was still in love with the game. My reality was different from what others were seeing. Sometimes other teams will intentionally poke the anger in me by calling me Jersey carrier and it sometimes got to me but I didn’t stop

On that faithful final schools championship day when I was the last man and the only one that could win the championship for my school, I knew this was all I’ve been working for throughout my whole time of carrying jerseys and not playing. “As Ikerre people say, only a ne’er-do-well needs sunlight to gather his farm gear.” I was a ready soldier waiting for battle. When I held that bat , only God knows where the ball went. “Oh Boy! He made a home run”. One boy remarked

Lifting up that championship cup wasn’t just fulfilling as my colleagues decided to allow me lift it but it showed me that it’s always impossible until the impossible is done.

So whether you’re touching the sun or feel smoked ,like your fuse is blown, remember your higher purpose; it’s there that you’ll find your glow.

Timothy Dziedzom Amaglo-Mensah

Timothy D. Amaglo-Mensah

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