Mrs. Regina Turkson

“Passion is the drive of purpose, and a purpose-driven life can only create beauty where consistency, obedience, and structure are put in place.”

My life has not always been this peaceful with beauty, yet, God made it possible. Disobedience is the start of a fall of man, yet, just like the parable of the prodigal son (Luke 15:1-7), when the realization sets in and we work towards going back to our first love, God takes us in and He renews His promise, and it is evident in us and seen by all. I am sure your interest is pricked — take this trip with me!

I come from a staunch Christian background hailing from the central region of Ghana, Komenda, and was raised at Elmina. Born to Mr. and Mrs. Asmah, I am the 7th born among 11 siblings.

I still enjoyed the peace and all that came with it until I left the feet of God through disobedience. Maybe, as much as I was born into a Christian home, I was not saved enough. My lack of self-discipline led me to get involved with a man during my tertiary education at Takoradi Polytechnic in the Western Region of Ghana, and things started going downhill from there. In the quest for love and fear, I forfeited a lot of opportunities after graduating and followed blindly the advice of a man who had a lot of money. I eventually ended up with him with a pregnancy out of wedlock, and soon after that things started falling apart because he lost his job as an accountant.

Life showed me its dark side, and I suffered the mockery of life and the pain it dished out to me. There were moments when I had to beg for alms to survive the day. Things were unbearable to the extent that I couldn't afford maternal care — I ended up delivering my first child in my mother's bathroom. Thanks to my mother, Auntie Regina of blessed memory, who showed me great motherly care and love throughout my pregnancy and through to a time when I gained a little ground after some hustles.

We had to move to Ankwaso in the Western Region of Ghana, near Sefwi Bekwai, because my son's father had a new job there. Things were still difficult for us, and as an industrious woman, I did not stay idle but indulged in farming and charcoal production to support the home. My son's father was always against me working and wanted me to solely be a housewife; these and many other misunderstandings caused a lot of conflict in our home, and I sometimes became a victim of domestic violence through his acts against me.

As I was dealing with the hard times, I nearly lost my son due to a deficiency disease, but God intervened. A new dawn greeted me after I made it to the Ashanti Region of Ghana. There was a day I was eating at a chop bar at Asafo market, and I compared the price of the food I bought with the prices back in the central and western regions. Then I had this powerful resolution: if I am not able to make it here in Kumasi, then I can't make it anywhere — even abroad.

The start of the new dawn breathed determination, perseverance, and hard work backed by prayer, where the mercies of God were renewed every morning. God found me, and He turned all my sorrows into joy.