Life is a journey: Live it (Part 53)
The other autobiography
Let's get away from this story. Let us focus on the new constitution draft for Ghana which back in Germany I had to revise as democracy does not work for Africa and with it the fact that Western Europeans are less corrupt than Africans therefore better qualified to be public servants for countries like Ghana.”
Susanne Fröhlich objected and got up saying:” That's not a good good-night story at all.” She looked around, seeing that most of her friends were already half asleep.
We agreed to meet two days later and celebrate one year of Charles Darwin Jr being a member of his football club. Others might see this as a useless celebration, but for us, any moment to celebrate life meant something to us.
Hans Wilder who was always quiet only watching us and absorbing our words came out to say:” Please let's hear how you became a Christian.”
The rest empathetically agreed. For me no way out to speak about something more pressing to me.
“Somehow that is a funny story,” I had to laugh out loud. “At The Abbey in Sutton Courtenay was a Canadian nun. She was okay looking, not a Beauty. There was something about her that attracted me to her. I cannot describe what it was. I only felt it. As a catholic nun, she attended service up the road where new houses were developed. As a strong atheist, I followed her and Lucy Champagne while Professor Dr Fred Blum would attend church service at The Greens church to become an Anglican priest besides his work as a mental counsellor, researcher and Director of The Abbey. It was the same year Lucy Champagne and I ran the daily management of The Abbey collectively while Fred Blum had full concentration on his other duties.
While in church on Sundays I closely watch the nun I had a crush on. Anything she did or said was of great importance to me. Still, her world was far from mine. As much as I tried to dive into the mystery of her belief I failed. At community dinner each Tuesday evening from seven going I sat across from her at the light brownish dinner tables Rudi had made and I painted.
September 21st 1986 I sat before the light blue portable typewriter that went with me whenever I went. Just like a laptop you take along these days. Wherever I was, the typewriter would be with me. I looked out from my window on the first floor of The Abbey with the big white chimney and Lucy Champagne bathroom behind. It was a bright sunny afternoon. I wrote a letter to my mother giving her an honest account of my life so far.
PD Dipl.-Pol. Karl-Heinz Heerde (Political Scientist and Historian, Hamburg University 1980-1985), married to Alberta Heerde born Mensah, Ashanti from Kumasi with Ewe roots from Volta Region, Ghana, Entrepreneur and Author of several novels, the new constitution draft for Ghana and various Articles.
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