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  • LET THE LIGHT OF JESUS’ TRANSFIGURED FACE SHINE UPON THE DARK MOMENTS OF YOUR LIFE

    LET THE LIGHT OF JESUS’ TRANSFIGURED FACE SHINE UPON THE DARK MOMENTS OF YOUR LIFE

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    The Transfiguration is a hope booster for us. When we are weighed down by life’s troubles, let us not despair nor give up. There is light at the end of the tunnel. It will not end in pain, suffering, and death. After the Good Friday, will come an Easter Sunday. Let us continue to listen to Jesus and do his will. This Jubilee Year of Hope, let us continue to hope in God, and the light of the Transfigured Jesus will dispel the darkness of our lives.

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    Fr. Blessed Ambang Njume

  • 🗣️ Talk Title: “The Power of One”

    Today I want to remind us of something simple, yet powerful: Change doesn’t start with big speeches. It starts with small actions.Every time we drop a plastic bottle, burn our waste, or ignore a dirty gutter, we are contributing to the problem. But every time we pick up a piece of trash, recycle a sachet bag, or educate someone about sanitation, we are becoming the solution.We keep saying “Ghana is dirty.” But Ghana is not some separate place — Ghana is us. Our homes, our schools, our marketplaces. If we clean where we live and act responsibly, Ghana will be clean.That’s why today, I’ve taken a step: I cleaned a small corner. Not for attention — but to lead by example.So my challenge to you today is this: do one thing to clean your space. Even one plastic bag matters.I am an ECOREFORMER. Are you?

  • None

    What part of your routine do you always try to skip if you can?

  • What are your favorite websites?

    🧹 Poem 11 — “When We Clean Together”

    By ECOREFORMERS

    One broom can start a rhythm,
    but many brooms make music.
    Streets hum with hope,
    when hands move as one.

    Children laugh beside elders,
    voices rise above the dust.
    Not a chore — a celebration,
    of care, of pride, of unity.

    When we clean together,
    the world remembers its color.

    And in that simple act of love,
    we become what the Earth
    has always dreamed —
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  • Is there an age or year of your life you would re-live?

    🧤 Poem 10 — “Hands That Heal”

    By ECOREFORMERS

    These hands have built,
    these hands have broken.
    But today, they choose to clean.

    A broom becomes a prayer,
    a bin becomes a promise.
    Each sweep says, “We remember.”

    The Earth does not ask for much —
    just gentler hands, mindful hearts.

    Let us touch the world
    not to take,
    but to heal.

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  • The plastic age

    What historical event fascinates you the most?

    ♻️ Poem 9 — “The Plastic Age”

    By ECOREFORMERS

    We built a world of shiny things,
    forgetting that beauty can break.
    Plastic crowns on poisoned seas,
    comfort wrapped in decay.

    The waves no longer dance alone —
    they juggle bottles and broken dreams.
    The wind sighs through littered fields,
    whispering, “Was it worth it?”

    But still, the Earth forgives,
    waiting for our wiser hands.
    One act of care, one clean sweep —

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    and life begins again.
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  • Tomorrow’s Garden

    What does it mean to be a kid at heart?

    🌻 Poem 7 — “Tomorrow’s Garden”

    By ECOREFORMERS

    In the cracks of forgotten streets,
    a seed waits — patient, unseen.
    The dust thinks it owns the day,
    but rain remembers every dream.

    Children bend with tiny hands,
    planting more than green;
    they plant forgiveness,
    they plant beginnings.

    Around them, bottles become vases,
    cans turn into drums of joy.
    Waste finds its worth,
    and hope finds its roots.

    Tomorrow’s garden starts today —
    in every sweep, every bin, every song
    that says,
    “We still believe
    in clean.”

    To get more tap the link.

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  • That earth under feet

    You have three magic genie wishes, what are you asking for?

    🌱 Poem 6 — “The Earth Under My Feet”

    By ECOREFORMERS

    The ground remembers every step —
    the gentle, the careless, the kind.
    It carries our dreams and our dust,
    our hope and our harm.

    I walk on leaves that whisper,
    “Tread softly, I am your home.”

    But we have forgotten the rhythm of care,
    throwing waste where roots should grow,
    turning soil into sorrow.

    Still, the earth forgives —
    every time we plant, every time we clean.

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  • ” HANDS THAT SWEEP TOGETHER ”

    Describe a family member.

    🧹 Poem 5 — “Hands That Sweep Together”

    > At sunrise, the street still sleeps —
    dust resting on its tired face.
    Then footsteps gather,
    voices rise like morning drums.

    We come with brooms,
    not swords.
    Our battle is against neglect,
    our victory is a clean tomorrow.

    Children laugh as plastics flee,
    mothers hum as waste retreats,
    fathers lift bins like banners of pride —
    together, we reclaim our space.

    For when hands sweep together,
    the earth feels our rhythm.

    It is not just cleaning —
    it is healing.

    The scent of effort fills the air,
    and the street smiles again.



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  • đź’§ Poem 4 — “The River’s Tears”

    I was once a mirror —
    the sky’s blue child,
    singing through the valleys of Ghana.
    Children played by my edge,
    women washed their laughter in my flow.

    But now I carry bottles instead of fish,
    sachets instead of songs.
    My belly is full —
    not of life, but of leftovers.

    Still, I remember how it felt
    to be clean, to be free.
    And I whisper my memories
    to every droplet that dares to dream.

    Come, child of tomorrow —
    touch my surface, feel my cry.
    I am not beyond saving,
    I am waiting for your hands.

    When you pick that plastic,
    when you clean that drain,
    I feel your love —
    and my tears turn into hope again.
    [10/26, 11:09 PM] Ecoreformer: https://wa.me/qr/Y62HZUKUEGJAB1

  • — “Second Life of the Bottle”

    What is your favorite form of physical exercise?

    [25/10, 21:54] princehodedzi33: ♻️ Poem 3 — “Second Life of the Bottle”

    > I was thrown away once —
    cast aside, cracked, forgotten.
    My only crime was being empty.

    I lay beneath the sun’s anger,
    among wrappers that once held joy,
    and cans that sang of yesterday’s thirst.

    But then — a hand found me.
    A heart saw more than trash.
    I was washed, reshaped, reborn.

    Now I hold flowers instead of fumes,
    light instead of loss.
    I am a bottle that dreamed again.

    This is what recycling means —
    not just turning waste to worth,
    but teaching the world
    that everything deserves another chance.

    Even us.
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