I spent hours on the phone, skype, tango, viber, vtok, gmail sending messages and speaking with people. I spoke to my aunt all the way in Ghana and struggled through the Twi New Year’s Greeting.
Afehyia Pa! ( this means “good year”)
and the response is
Afe nko mbo to hyen (this basically means “may this year go and meet us again”)
After we spoke and laughed, and wished each other the best for 2012, my aunt caught sight of my wife walking in the background (I was on a video call.) As they were speaking my aunt said something that was cutting and profound. She said that she was glad I had found my rib and she could tell how happy I was (awww). Then she said “yeah because sometimes people chase the wrong bones and become so unhappy” (wooow.)
Guys if you are looking for your rib, wait on God. Don’t go into 2012 with a bag of bones. Let go of that elbow, or kneecap, it just pokes or kicks you anyways. Stop being a bone collector. Drop the bag, and ask the bone maker to bring you your rib!
Today’s New International Version (TNIV)
21 So the LORD God caused the man to fall into a deep sleep; and while he was sleeping, he took one of the man’s ribs[a] and then closed up the place with flesh.22 Then the LORD God made a woman from the rib[b] he had taken out of the man, and he brought her to the man.