The Making of a Princess

By Dinah Larbi

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Aug 19, 2021
• ISBN: 9781664189669

Dinah Larbi

The author’s sojourn to the United States of America, started with a deep interest in the country. A country she had read about in her literature classes in high school and college in Ghana. This desire became a realization for her when the Lord opened the door for her to be in this great country. She came purposely to study for her Master’s Degree in Education with a specialization in Guidance and counseling from Plymouth State University in New Hampshire and she later on earned a Doctorate Degree in Educational Leadership. The author started working as a guidance counselor with the Providence School Department and later rose to be an administrator within the same system. She has been on board with the Providence School System for 28 years. The story in this book shows chronicles her journey in the United States-a country she still loves dearly.

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The Covenant with my Best Friend

CONTENTS

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Tribute To My Husband, Joseph T. Ampofo

Chapter One

It felt just like yesterday when I felt that draw again. I was listening to the Christmas carols playing, these were carols I had heard since I was a child –and now in my adult years, every time I heard them I felt I was missing something. These were carols from the United States and United Kingdom. Something kept telling me I needed to be in one of these two countries, I didn’t know which one at that time- all I knew then is that I felt that drawing anytime I hear these carols. Why I felt this urge I didn’t know but some how I knew my destiny wasn’t going to end in Ghana.

Ghana, my beloved country-sometimes, I wondered why I love this country so much! Was it because it was all I knew, or was it because then or was it because the two people who gave me this my beautiful life were from Ghana?

It was much later on in 1985, that everything became clear. It was on that day, May 1985 that I made what I later understood to be a Covenant with the Almighty God. This begun a journey that was to take me to Higher Ground. A Higher Ground which enabled me to examine my whole existence and my purpose for living.

I still remember that day vividly. I was standing in front of my porch when I saw a man neatly dressed cross the path headed in the direction toward the mountains. I quickly recognized as a physics teacher at my school I had been teaching-in fact he was the disc jockey at my last birthday party-I had turned 26! I asked him where he was going on a weekday all dressed up and he told me he was going to Church. I couldn’t believe my ears! How could he be going to church? This was very person who had played till day break even though a curfew had been imposed on the whole town because of the coup. For some strange reason, Kofi (that was his name) told me he would take me next time if I would like to attend.

Later on during the week, I saw him in the teachers’ room and he again reiterated his invitation. Something told he may be lying but something was also urging me on to accept his invitation. I finally told him I would attend church with him on Sunday. Until then, and even during my undergraduate days, Sundays had become ordinary days for me. During the years as a young teacher, Sundays had become days when I slept in – I had nothing to do with church although I was brought up going to church-and the elitist secondary school I went to was also a Christian School. My father also took me to the best schools from the elementary school then Armed Forces Experimental-and that was where I started appearing on Ghanaian television. The secondary school I attended was Aburi Girls’ Secondary was one of the best school for young girls in Ghana-It was, and it’s still is a very prestigious school. Most of the girls in this school, came from well to do families, mostly, middle class families. I was so proud of my self for attending such a well renowned secondary school in Ghana.

The academic training here was rigorous and we expected to do well after leaving the school. Many of our teachers and the Headmistress Miss Anderson came from Scotland. Ms. Anderson was very strict because she ensured that we lived up to the school’s reputation. Although she was strict, we loved her because of her motherly figure. Oh yes, I still remember her interviewing me before being accepted to this school. That was also an unforgettable day. See, five of us had passed the Common Entrance Examination from Armed Forces Experimental School at Burma Camp. So three giggly girls (Akosua, Ama and myself) were at the back of the then 220 Super Mercedes Benz on our way to Aburi Girls’ Secondary School to be interviewed by Miss Anderson-the Headmistress of the school who was from Scotland. During the interview I think I was very mesmerized by her presence more than the questions she was asking me. Fortunately, all five of us from Armed Forces Experimental were admitted to Aburi Girls. What great joy filled us to realize that all five of us were going to be at this prestigious boarding school-away from home for the first time! Sometimes, I wondered how I made it. It was all by the grace of God because I’m very sensitive person, very much attached to my family.

My admission to Aburi Girls’ Secondary School was a pivotal time in my life. It gave me the opportunity to later meet some of the greatest and significant people in my life Barbara and Maryann who were sisters –and they were like sisters to me-the sisters I never had. I also met my classmates, the formidable 1974 year group. Of course, I still had my friends from Armed Forces Experimental. We all went our separate ways after our graduation. Somehow through the Hand of Providence (God) and leaders like Gloria Pamela, Catherine and Ama, the 1974 year group has stuck together and modern technology has made it possible. Aburi Girls gave every girl the opportunity to get to know the Lord. Although we had Church services at least three times a day, I didn’t have a real relationship with the Lord. This life devoid of any form of Spirituality or meaningful connection with the Lord continued until I completed my Bachelor’s degree at the University of Cape Coast and then went on to teach at the Ghana secondary School at Koforidua.

As a young teacher here at Koforidua, my life was very simple and yet I knew that something was missing from my life. I had a passion for reading so when I could, I would read books on mysticism, Lopsa Rompa (The development of the 3rd Eye) etcetra, as if to satisfy that need for spirituality. So this continued until that day when I saw Kofi going to church. I was so shocked to see him go to church, so I asked him to invite me the next time. I was shocked because he was the DJ at my 25th birthday party-there was a curfew at Koforidua, but we broke the curfew anyway. That invitation led to the experience that placed me on The Higher Ground. Kofi, who was a physics teacher at Ghana Secondary School, did invite me to the Church. The name of the Church was Voice of the Lord. What an amazing experience!

When I entered the sanctuary that Tuesday, I immediately sensed this was different from what I had always known. The atmosphere was charged with an energy I couldn’t explain at that time. The people in the church seemed to be very serious about their involvement in the service-and I for once, was able to focus completely on what was going on. Until this experience, I had the tendency to let my mind wonder when I was in Church, maybe because I had no true connection with what was going on. This was different, some how I felt something supernatural was taking place. I was beginning to feel a peace seeping through my heart. Is this what I have been looking for all along?

My first visit was a Tuesday, then I went again on Thursday and by Sunday I was walking down the aisle to surrender my