Kodwo Baidoo writes: Monday Epistles, Season 2, Episode 9. Ready, Willing and Able
It is not very often that I agree to home private tuition offer from parents whose location are very far off mine. Usually in those special cases, the cost of commuting to and fro the distance with its inherent traffic, makes the package too expensive and thus less motivating. But there was this one far off Sowutuom catchment that I accepted because of the pupil’s desire to change her current position in the class ranking.
On the appointed day, I left my car at work, joined the pupil’s hired cab and went home with them. At home, I started work right there and then and left there around 8pm. I jumped onto a trotro to Santa Maria where I was to board a Dansoman bound car. Fortunately, there was just a short queue of people heading for my destination so I joined and got busy with my phone.
Soon it was my turn to board and sooner than anticipated, we were already enroute. The driver’s mate’s or conductor’s decision to sell his seat and hang around other people’s faces triggered an unusual quarrel in the trotro. From the driver to the passengers at the far corners of the car, everybody was shouting to make their case either in support of the mate’s decision or against the guy’s decision to cash in on the situation at the station.
Because I was quiet all through, those on the same row with me were trying very hard to explain their point to me but I just didn’t give them my ears. I felt sorry for the conductor because his job, like a teacher’s, involves many tasks and requires strong organizational skills. Conductors are the meeting point of all questions and inquiries related to the performance and maintenance of the car and the route they are plying.
After the conductor’s many unsuccessful attempts to amicably settle the impasse, I screamed more loudly, “please give me some quiet!”. And then there was a moment of silence. I quickly introduced myself as an Educator and asked why none of them was ready, willing and able to give peace a chance in what had turned out to be a purposeless lamentations.
In our day to day engagement, the remote and inconceivable thought of creating the space for a compromise, shroud our interpersonal relationships in more complexities than ought to be simplified. As an Educator who manages classes of pupils and platforms of parents, I have realized that inclusive engagement encourages growth within teams because it leads to a direct focus on various needs of students and parents more attentively and collaboratively.
At Kwashieman, precisely at the Goil Filling station opposite the huge Presbyterian church across the street, I asked the driver to stop the car for me to alight. I considered it prudent to get off the car than to keep to the remaining distance on the journey with that cacophonous back and forth. My decision instantly brought finality to the matter and led to instant review of people’s position and stance on the matter; and by simplifying directions and clarifying expectations it allowed us to improve our communication as a unit aboard the trotro.
While there is room for growth in everything we do, the potency of God’s grace can be fully realized when we are ready, willing and able to seize opportunities to show love, make peace and ensure progress in all we do. If you know the route very well, it suffices to say that quarreling from Santa Maria to Kwashieman , the learning curve might have been longer, but it was constantly progressing.
Whatever we are doing or we find to do, let’s be ready, willing and able to contribute our very best. Oluwa is always on standby to crown it all with His blessings of success, accomplishment and fulfillment.