My Love of Numerology or #233moments

I am not sure how it started, but it feels like I have always had a love for numerology or finding meaning in numbers. For instance, it makes me happy to see the time is 12.34 (AM or PM does not matter). 

Further, I feel good about facts like:

  • The date having an interesting sequence like the 11th of December did a few years ago, 11.12.13.
  • The city Tema (where I live) lies smack on the Greewich Meridian and hence on longitude 0.0…the centre of the world. A good place to live for a numerologist!
  • I am born on the 7th in a month – as 7 is an age-old magical number (like 3, 13, and 21).
  • I graduated from high school the year 2000.

In Ghana, as most of readers of this blog will know, the weekday of which you were born is important and many Ghanaians have a first name relating to it. This also gives rise to beautiful parallels:

  • My husband is the third Kweku or Wednesday born on his father’s side. Hence his father and grandfather are both Kweku as well.
  • Our first daughter was born on a Thursday, just like the first born daughter of my husbands grandfather (Kweku the 1st), and inherited her name, Nana Aba Adua.
  • The same daughter had two different nannies, both born on a Thursday, just like her! My second daughter is born on a Monday and when she was born, our previous nanny had quit and we had to find a new one. Only after she was hired, I realised she is also born on a Monday.

A problem with this love of parallelism, is when it does not occur and the deep discomfort it brings. For instance, when we were getting married, the date 29th March, 2008 was decided on for a number of practical reasons. Twenty-nine-zero-three-two-thousand-and-eight. It was so random. So non-special. It had no parallelism. I just did not “feel” the date! Almost considering rescheduling for a “better” date, suddenly my mother-in-law pulled me aside. She told me that the 29th of March, 1967 was the day of her first date together with my husband’s father! The parallelism had been found! I never reconsidered the date again.

When our second child was born on the SAME DATE as our first born, as an avid numerologist I was ecstatic! The birthday, is also a beautiful number as the 21st of the 7th month! It is hard to explain, but in my numerology brain that makes it feel like it was somehow meant to be. On top, the water broke at 2.33 in the morning, I’m not joking, the quintessential #233moment (hashtag created by Ato Ulzen-Appiah for all things Ghana). Our second child’s birth was almost on the hour exactly three years later from the first. On top, my first born is born 30 years after I was born, and my second born, 30 years after my younger and closest sister.

Maybe it is a human thing, this looking for meaning and symmetry in a chaotic world. While I enjoy numbers looking neat and organised around me, at the same time, I can of course see that so many other things were not beautiful, numerical coincidences, but have worked out anyways.  I do not officially subscribe to any numerology faith, I am definitely an atheist. But coincidences, numbers and parallelism do have an impact on my emotions.

Recently, I realized I have never really discussed this with anyone. Do you think the same way? Or do I seem mad to you?


This post is part of my new series of more personal posts to be posted on Fridays, Personal Friday




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  1. I think that way too!
    Unlike you, I’ve shared such statistics with a number of friends.
    You see, in my nuclear family of eight (before my mum passed on), we have four pairs of same week day borns:
    My mum and I were born on a Friday,
    My two brothers after me were born on a Thursday,
    My sister and (biological) mum were born on a Tuesday,
    My dad and our youngest were born on a Sunday.

    My grandfather gave birth to my dad at the age of 31. My dad gave birth to me at the age of 31. My brother after me gave birth to his son, a few months shy of his 31st birthday.
    My sister gave birth to her daughter on a Tuesday!

    My paternal grand-dad died after my dad’s eldest child completed high school; my paternal grand-mum died after my dad’s youngest child completed high school.

    I can go on and on.
    I’m glad I’m not weird as I thought. 🙂

  2. Interesting. My obsession is counting days. I count the days from and to every major event in my life, good or bad, until the next major event happens.

  3. I am obsessed with numbers! I love the numbers 1 and 3 so I don’t like the number 2.
    But my love for 233 is paramount.

    Apart from #233moments tweets, I routinely withdraw 2330 cedis from the bank and try to set the microwave to 2 minutes, 33 seconds 🙂