Thursday, December 24, 2009


It’s scary when I think of you. Goodness time indeed flies. Yesterday is gone, today is on end and tomorrow is a couple of hours away.

Still I wonder if I’m ready to face you. This life is such a harsh and cruel reality.

January stares at me, and once again another increment in age, heavens I’m aging_ I’m becoming an old lady, yeah right as if I’m turning sixty or something. But seriously sooner than later, I’ll have to stand on my own two feet.

The excuse of being a student won’t hold much longer, life time decisions are already set in motion. Now I must prepare to face them squarely.

2009, you’ve come and gone so quickly, I still hold vivid recollections of you, the good, the bad,and the ugly.

Even as I make plans, I shudder to think, if undeniably it will all come through. The cloud of uncertainty cannot be held at bay. Nevertheless, i'm hopeful.

2010, you are inevitable; there’s no question about that_ damn! You are 7 days away.


Friday, December 18, 2009

Christmas spirit

Honestly i don't know where it's hiding, but if u happen to come across this 'ghost' please point him to my direction. Where is all the love and laughter? The merry making and the warm feeling of friendship? I sure do hope i don't have to wait till 25th.

Monday, December 14, 2009

Sister's keepers

No wonder they say women are their own enemies ( ma girls no offense, you know I love you to the bone) All the same let’s face facts, chic’s are always begrudging each other, we are constantly sizing the other up and down left to right, in competition 24/7. Back stabbing and gossiping, as if we're getting paid or something.

Saturday I was in the twin cities; Taa-di with boo. We were attending a friend’s wedding, which turned out great. It was simple and nice_ the carters were hoarding the food, I’m sure each had a black polythene bag hiding somewhere lol.

Excuse me ladies! Clearly you can see that, this young sexy brother (wink) did not come alone, obviously I’m not decoration for his front seat. From all mannerisms we need not hang a sign post “hitched”, even a blind man can tell.

So please tell me why you are not satisfied with just checking him out. Hell you've been doing that for the last six hours or so????

You know what you doing is wrong, no wonder you cant stop staring over his shoulder at me. I can hear you asking for his number_ oh you want a reaction?...

Damn girl, I take two steps back, and you move in for the kill; you’re fast.

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

1 pLUS 1 + oNE

How do you remain adventurous, when your “inhibitions” get in the way. I always figured I was kinda experimental, you know. I like to try my hands at new stuff (wink), just for the heck of it_lol if that was the case, I should have done a zillion and one things by now,damn!.. I’m not on top of my game. Frankly I have an open mind, I’m not too constricted, bring it on, if it can be done why not?

But seriously there should be a limit to everything, no? I mean when it comes to the one person you plan to spend the rest of your life with, somethings are just way……… out of line.

Definitely Karen + Kevin + Kristy = Hell…… NO!

But tell me, what are the rules governing this game, just in case I change my mind.

I know one_ Kristy, must definitely be a stranger, someone, I won’t have to see, the rest of my life, if possible ( but how then do you go inviting a total stranger????........)

Saturday, November 21, 2009

Love & Fart

(Exams are right in the corner, instead of sitting on my bum and reading, I opted to watch one of the new movies I had recently loaded on to sugar; sugar is the name of my lap top. Instead of advising me to get back to my books, boo wished me luck, said he was sure I’d make an A in the movie paper. What can I say, “All work and no play, makes lucci a dull girl”.
I did learn something I’ll like to share, and the more I think about it the more it, the more it makes sense to me. I hope you find it useful, lol)

Relationships are said to be best defined by farting;
The stages of a relationship can best be measured by stages in farting.

Stage one: conspiracy of silence_ this is a fantasy period where both parties pretend that they are without any bodily waste. This illusion is shattered with the first shy question of,"oh did you fart?" Followed by the sheepish admission of truth. This heralds a stage of deeper intimacy.

Stage two: the fart honeymoon_ when both parties find their partners gas the cutest thing in the world. But of course no honeymoon can last forever, so we reach a critical stage of the fork in the fart

Stage three: the fork_ either the fart looses it essence to amuse or embarrass, signifying true love. Or else it begins to annoy and disgust, thereby signifying all that is blocked rancid in the formerly beloved.

Friday, November 20, 2009

Honest Scrap Award

This post is long overdue, so please forgive me, most especially, my fellow blogger “the kisser”, who bestowed this honour.
Upon the reception of this award, I’m required to post ten honest things about myself, so here it goes:

1.I’m a 22 final year college student_ yippee; I’ll be out of here come next year May. Fine!!!... I’ll admit it; it scares the living day lights out of me. The world is so big, and I’m so small.

2.I use to loooveee… drinking spirit, but my eyes have been open to the fresh taste of coke cola, now I’m addicted to the stuff. I know too much is bad for me, but I can’t help it, it’s now my H2O “brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr………………”

3.I wish my boobs were bigger, a C cup, would have been most appropriate, it’s not like I’m asking for mosquito swaps or anything. I ain't that greedy lol…… (No offence). God if you up there, answer my fervent prayer.

4.I’m not as freaky, as I may seem. Really, I’m kinda of shy, yes the word was “kinda” shy lol.

5.I prefer cats to dogs. No! I’m not secretive or anything, sure we all have our fair share of skeletons in the closet, but mine always seem to resurrect and walk out_ bones and all hehehehee…….

6.I ABSOLUTELY DISLIKE all reptallic looking creatures, they make my skin crawl.

7.Between cake, ice cream and chocolate, I’ll choose “cho-co-late” any day any time.

8.I’m a sucker for love, I believe in all of its magic, including the butterflies and all,”love is like a butterfly, let it fly, if it surely belongs to you, it will fly back”. Hey! So I’m a romantic, can’t help it:-)

9.So I like attention, who doesn’t? Once in a while, I like to cause a stir lol!

10.I’m still undecided about the direction of my blog; I don’t have a theme, hell, I don’t even know what the main concept is about. But what I do know is that, I sure do love to write.

Thanks again, "KISSER" mmmmmuaaah........

Thursday, November 19, 2009

The journey

Three men embarked on a journey to retrieve a family heirloom which had mysteriously disappeared. They travelled tirelessly for three days and three nights.

As they laid under an enormous tree, to catch their breath, they were captured by warriors who presented them before their King.

Unfortunately for the three, their capture had come at a time when the gods of this strange land required human sacrifice, to guarantee another year of bumper harvest.

They wailed and pleaded with the king to release them. He agreed on the condition that, each was to perform an act, should he succeed, only then would he be set free.

Each was to gather ten fruits of the same kind. And present it before the king, upon that act, further instructions would be given.

The first came before the king with ten apples, he was asked to insert each of the ten apples into his anus, without showing any expression. Should he fail, death!

1, 2, 3_ he winced in pain. Immediately he was sent away to be killed

Then came the second, with ten blue berries. He was given the same instructions

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9_ he burst into laughter. Straight away, he was also sent to be executed.

When the first ghost met the second ghost, he asked “my brother why did you laugh, you were so close?

The second ghost replied “I couldn’t help it, just as I was about to finish, I saw the third guy coming with pineapples”.

Friday, November 13, 2009

A woman's worth_ lyrics by Alicia Keys

You can buy me diamonds, you can buy me pearls
Take me on a cruise around the world, baby you know I’m worth it
Dinner lit by candles, run my bubble bath
Make love tenderly to last till last, baby you know I’m worth it

“Wanna please, wanna keep, and wanna treat, your woman right
Not just the doe, but the show, that she knows, she’s worth your time
You will lose if you choose to refuse to put her first
She will, and she can find a man who knows her worth

Cos a real man, knows a real woman, when he sees her
And real woman, knows a real man, ain’t afraid to please her
And real woman knows a real man, always comes first
And real man, just can’t deny, a woman’s worth”

If you treat me fairly, I'll give you all my good.
Treat you like a real woman should, cos baby I know you’re worth it.
If you never play me, promises not bluff.
I’ll hold it down, when shit gets rough, cos baby I know you’re worth it.

Repeat chorus:
Wanna please, wanna keep…

No need to read between the lines, spelled out for you
Just hear this song, cos you can’t go wrong, when you value a woman

Continue from:
Cos a real man knows a real woman, when he sees her…

( I Love the lyrics to this song, hope you enjoy it too)

Monday, November 9, 2009

Frist Love

Young and innocent, filled with fairy tales
Glazed eyed, I viewed the world
The sun shone brighter than before
And the stars twinkled in absolute awe

Crushes yes, but this, no! I had not a clue?
A tag at my heart, butterflies in my tummy
A song on my lips, day dreams unending
What was this feeling, I was feeling?

But the moment you winked at me
That second, your lids made contact
As I stood watching you say goodbye
I knew, I knew for sure, what it was.

Thursday, November 5, 2009


The image of my father reading to me still runs vivid in my mind’s eye.

I remember all the times, he’ll come home from work and right after supper he’ll ask me to take out the books Mrs. Kwame gave out today, Mrs. Kwame was my class one teacher, so I guess I was about six then. Together we read the short stories on Janet and John_ I must confess I can’t recall the exact details, but I’m sure it went like the rhyme in Jack and Jill going up the hill, simple everyday English for my young developing brain.

When I was much older, between classes four and six, I spent almost all my Saturdays, in “Ashaleybotwe”_ I’m sure the spelling is so wrong heheheh….

Mrs. Mensah managed a reading club, in her home. Never had I seen so many books in one place, which was not a library. Each Saturday, we were to borrow a book, read and present a review the following week, she required that we make a list of all the new vocabularies we’d come across and look up synonyms and antonyms for each.

My father drove me religiously to and fro, every Saturday_ sweet man, that man.

I kept my first journal in JHS, form one. It started out with normal every day activities in school and at home. By form two, it contained writings about my first crush. From there on, I mostly wrote about him; I used a code name for him, just in case my journal fell in the wrong hands. By form three, point of interest had changed, my crush was a rather clam and shy guy, he never gathered the guts to approach me, I on the other hand was afraid of rejection_ I destroyed my journal before senior high school, it wasn’t as though it had deep dark secrets or anything, but during that era, my writing was meant just for me.

In SHS, I mostly wrote to release stress, I wrote about my life, my dreams, my friends, my family and of course new points of interest (wink), but mostly I wrote when something, or someone hurt me, it was my own way of dealing with things that bothered me, a way to try and understand why_ yes my school was an all girls, but believe me, it was full of drama.

In varsity I started to write poetry, I was never a literature student, but I loved the way poets played on words and rhyme schemes, in the simplest of ways, but yet with so much depth and meaning. I’m still trying to pick up on the skill, so do excuse me for all the times my poems sucked lol.

One thing remains clear to me, I love to write yes, but I love writing because it helps me deal with things, It makes me feel lighter, once I put it down ,it’s out of my system, perhaps then I’m able to look at it, whatever it is, that is eating me up, objectively_ yeah right, objectively my foot hehehe….

But seriously, I think its therapy for my soul.

Monday, November 2, 2009

Out of Boredom

I’m thanking God this morning, not just for the gift of life, but also for the gift of sight _yippee…..!!!!!

I was worried; my eyes would be closed shut by sunrise, with all this black glue feeling like grits on my iris_ I think it’s the same one they use for bonding.

My Sunday turned out to be a really boring one. I should have gone eating omo-tuo or something, and then dozed off the rest of the afternoon. The handout reading business was just not working, plus there was nothing interesting on TV to distract me, no new movies to engage my eyes_ I don’t know about you, but I can’t watch a movie twice, unless it was “really” good, or I had no other choice (under duress).

So what was the brilliant plan????.....


Pep (my roommate) and I, have always wondered how we’d look with extra inches of horse mane glued to our faces_ lol the thought should have been enough to stop us in our tracks, right? Wrong….

I won’t lie, I have small eyes_ my mum used to tease me about it all the time, she‘ll call out for me “come here, with those small eyes like shito”. What is this lady talking about; hers is just about the same size hehehe…

Small sized horse mane would have been most appropriate, but the lady had only medium and long. Ergo, medium it was.

Now she got me looking like a bat_ if this is medium, hell what does long look like? I’m sure I can sweep the floor with it; I just need to position myself correctly.

Pep is already pulling hers out, she started last night. Unfortunately, the right eye came off easily, but the left is proving stubborn. She now has what we call “Ghana is longer than Africa” plus she has an 8 o’clock lecture this morning, and it’s still not coming off.

“Moi”, I’m gonna let it take its natural course_ but seriously, it’s not that bad.

What did “you” do on Sunday?

Saturday, October 31, 2009

Want & Need

You no for ask me, if I ‘want’…

Sake off you jus dey bore

I talk you what I dey ‘need’, longest

That one sef, you no do give me

Ryders, you dey pop ma face

Wey you wan biz me, if I ‘want… (if I want what?)

You no give me the ‘tin’ wey I ‘need’ sef

How you go fit handle my ‘want’ list_ wey long pass the queue for Tetteh Mami

This small one sef, you no fit!

Saturday, October 17, 2009

Oliver Twist

They crawled under the sheets, their last night together, tired and worn out.
Her muscles ached, and the urge to give into the sand master was crushing.

Tomorrow she would leave, tonight was her last chance.
Her side, she laid torn between sleep and pleasure.

Sleep or feigned, she knew not. Yet his body snaked against her bosom and the fresh scent of soap lingered.

Eyes, but closed, senses awakened.
“Tisk, tisk” the second hand ticked, the morning inched closer, a choice unmade.

Sleepwalker bunged further, perhaps he too was torn between the two.

Then her hands came alive, and slowly her lips trace his silhouette, gradually the dance fledge

Locked and winded, he asked “do you want more?”

Oliver would have been delighted

Wednesday, October 7, 2009


Love me deeply
So deep, that its infinite pit is unplumbed

Love me slowly
So slow, that time freezes and seconds run as minutes

Love me truly
So true, that my heart never beats a doubt

Lovely me clearly
So clear, that it reflects the image of love

Love me passionately
So passionate, it burns to my soul

Love me timelessly
So timeless, that forever you remain mine

Love me
Love me alone.

Tuesday, September 29, 2009


Lets face it, we can’t emit aromatic scents 24/7. Our weather condition alone would not allow it, unless of course you live in an air conditioned apartment, walk a few meters to your air conditioned car, straight to you freezing office, chilling throughout the day.
Perhaps then, we can be assume the “Issey miyake” fragrance you used in the morning has not been diluted by too much sweat.

Since I can’t boast of chilling all day, especially in my current state of “legedis benz” scorching under the sun which happens to burn like hot coals this time of the season ,and public transport is that which comes to my rescue, “nunu scent, na me I jus dey smell”.

But if ever I was under the delusion that, people sitting in air conditioned vehicles happen to smell better, I have been jolted from my slumber.

On board state transport, Accra to Kumasi, we were about fifteen people whereas it caters close to fifty. The bus was pratically empty, so I had both seats all to myself, my ear phones plugged in my ears, eyes closed, relaxing and soaking the chilling breeze_ the last time, the air condition broke down, I was almost cooked by the time we got to Kumasi.

I was nudged awake by a young lady, probably in her teens, as she vacated my handbag, to make room for her buttocks. The bus had come to a stop at Nkawkaw, and half a dozen people were now on board_ for ma mind inside, I jus dey wonder why she dey tap ma bodi, when close to twenty seats make empty ( so me naa…I start dey bore)

The vehicle was yet to move, when I “saw” her "BO" in a smoky figure hovering over me, choking and suffocating me. The smell was so bad that it had taken shape_ I no go fit open the window sef make fresh air enter.

Polite ooo…, no be polite ooo… I grabbed my bag and escaped to the rear end of the bus.

What happened to Mr. personal hygiene?

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Knock you down

Shh… he likes one of my roomies, constantly displaying a variety of tactics to woo her_ we on the other hand are benefiting like crazy, sinking our teeth in to bars of chocolate, swallowing ice cream like snakes, as for B-foster bread, ye fa nu kwa_ wait,does he own a bakery?
Babes are seriously enjoying the fruit of his labour, whiles minding our own business ooo….
To each his own, after all love comes in different forms.

I reckon, we all have a story to tell on board the ship; “how I met your mother“.

As the saying goes, there are many ways in killing a cat.
I conducted a little research among my friends,each recounted how they met that significant or not soo.. significant other, emphasis on the wooing process.

We came up with the following categories:

Scholarship_ this is when, lady luck is on your side. Your buddy went in for the game, but the meat, would rather have you take the shot.

Study mates_ I don’t understand, can you please help me out. Professor rat poison on the move.

Main squeeze_ those who like to splash, today frankies, tomorrow Chinese, Jackie Chan, then Jet Lee.

Family and friends_ innocent beginnings graduates to midnight phone calls and all day text messages. Is your brother at home?

Mummy and daddy_ playfully referring to each other as husbands and wives, sons and daughters. Hmm... extended family system.

Killers_ those who go in for the kill,they don't play about the bush. In their HAMMER shoes,they knock you off your feet.

So where does Mr. B- foster fall?………

Monday, September 14, 2009

Me time

It is only that I need time to reflect

Do some soul searching, about where my life is heading

So about the late nights I keep; i have a lot of work to do

As for the phone, I keep it off; distractions, distractions

It’s not that, I’m being distant, I just need some me time_ hmm… ME time?

Friday, September 4, 2009


Should have told you how beautiful you are
How my blood boils at your sight
And whenever you smile, I feel so safe.

Should have told you, how “hott” you look in that dress
How my fingers burn to rip it off
You sway and tease, but you wore it, just for me.

Should have told you, how I drown each time I stare into your eyes
I swear, they see right through to my soul
And it burns, it burns, it burns your name.

Tonight, I hold you close
To whisper those words, that should be spoken
To soothe your ego, just as you do mine.

Thursday, September 3, 2009


The one who holds the power in any relationship, is the one who cares less_ so I heard
Could this be true? Acting like a complete jerk towards your partner gives you power?
Seriously what is the logic behind such reasoning?

Devising tactics and playing games. Giving the cold shoulder attitude.
It takes two to tango, yet you dance alone
So a taste of your own medicine you get, drink the poison which you force down this throat.
And if you think you are the jerk, say hello to the biggest jerk in town.
Here’s a double dose, of the crap you offer.
Who has the power now?

Lesson: Don’t turn your partner into a monster. Remember it’s all about love and respect. What you give is what you get.

Sunday, August 23, 2009

The horror

Today's service took longer than usual_ as if the normal one is any shorter. The Bible study group was celebrating their ten year anniversary,ergo a couple of extra activities.

Bella and I were late, the auditorium was packed,so the ushers had to split us up. Which was a good thing, cos we would have escaped right after the offertory, and skipped the thousand and coins announcements plus the awards presentation. But since she was about ten seats behind me, and her phone was on silent.

Grin and bear, we had to_ please ooh…. don’t get me wrong ooh... I love the lord dearly.

The theme for the service was “ the word of the lord brings salvation”. I enjoyed the sermon immensely.

Soon it was time for my favourite part, offertory_ signifies the end in sight( how wrong i was). Plus it provided the best opportunity to get updated on all the latest kaba styles, and sample which one, you would like a personal rendition.

“ Awurade” the the lady in front exclaimed_ perhaps she had forgotten where we were. But my eyes quickly scanned, narrowed and zoomed in on what or who had caused her sudden outburst.

Give and take the young man should be in his late teens, blue long-sleeves tacked in his” oto fista", with what looked like diamond studs, the size of a shirt buttom gleaming from each earlobe.

The sight and her reaction almost catapulted me out of my seat,truth be told he did look cute in it.
But for her reaction i understood why.

Tuesday, August 18, 2009


So you treat me like one of your boys, snapping fingers and all

Shoulders touching and back patting. I’m babe can’t you see?

I long to hear you say a simple hello, but once again “charley u dey”

So i touched up, just before you came. “ You look different” was my compliment

Even when he said I was cute, you gave a quick rundown and said “ oh yeah”

Being you friend is too difficult, why can’t you look at me that way?

Here you are flirting and whispering into her ear, she laughing fluttering her lashes

I look on with my bleeding heart, wondering if the joke is on me

But she has not a clue, what makes you laugh

I do.

Wednesday, August 12, 2009


For God's gift of life

For my wonderful family

For all the special people who make friendship worthwhile

For travelling mercies

For you, my mother, sister and friend.

Thursday, August 6, 2009


I caught a line in this movie, I can't seem to shake off. It keeps replaying in my mind, hours after the film has ended. It said “the only man worth flaunting, is the one who puts a ring on your finger“.

Obviously that means your husband, to whom you owe “wifey” duties.
Oh which by the way, I heard the break down in another movie (yes I love watching movies) to mean the following:
W for washing
I for ironing
F for f***ing (don’t act like you don’t know) and
E for extra, extra, etc. _WIFE

My fellow ladies we need to go find that genius and strangle him. What happened to bone of my bone and flesh of my flesh?
Back to the original line of thought……

Mister boyfriend demands that, not only do you love and respect him, make time and spend time with him. Listen to him go on and on about things which on a normal day, you really don’t give two hoots about.
Laugh at all his jokes, including the dry ones. Call and text him, and acknowledge him for the whole world to see, plus perform “wifey" duties which you have no business in doing so.
Forgetting that this man is not your husband, he can walk out any day, any time. any how.

Hmmmm….. so where am I going with this?
I have no idea.

Perhaps I also need to break down the meaning behind the word husband (h- hover, u- using hehehe………..)

Tuesday, August 4, 2009


Ever since she said yes
She knew it was inevitable
Each time he looked at her
Her lips burned with eagerness

Why did he not make his move
A peck on the forehead in morning
Then on the cheek to say goodnight
Go lower she silently pleaded, end this torture

Tonight was different
Close your eyes he said, I have a surprise
As her lids shut slowly
She caught a glimpse of his flamed pupil

Soft and moist, he cushioned his lips
And tingly thrills run down her spine
The slow evasion of his tongue
The reflexes of the tango it danced

Heavy eyed
As she drunk of him
She swore
Nothing else existed

Friday, July 31, 2009

Once bitten, twice shy

A man who lived all his life in a remote village, away from the technological wonders the city finally decided to pay a visit to his childhood friend, whom seven years ago relocated to the city.

With his friend's address neatly folded in his pocket, he makes the long journey. First on foot to the adjacent village, to catch a ride on the truck which transports produce to the big city.

The driver lets him off at a rail station to continue the journey. There, for the very first time he sees train tracks. Buffled at the sight, and wondering where the winding trail leads to, he descends to trace it.

Loud rumbling sounds approach, the engine train signals it's descent "cho cho" it whistles. What is this? He wonders aloud.
The train verges forth, yet he stands at the edge of the rail in awe, wanting an up-close and personal look at the approaching beast.


He later comes round, to find both lower limps casted in the plaster of paris ( P.O.P), his childhood friend sitting by his bed side.

Well and discharged, he can at last fufill the purpose for which he came.

His eyes take on a life of it's own as it veers into multiple directions at a time. Soaking in all the wonderful gadgets it has been denied life long.

I'll make us some tea says the friend, and off into the kicten he goes to light a kettle.

Now a tour of the kitchen.
Again, he feeds his eyes on all the household appliances. From the fridge to the microwave, rice cooker, blender toaster etc..

"Cho cho" the kettle blows, the water is ready, on instinct he grabs the rolling pin and smashes into the object generating the sound " wam, wam, wam...."

What do you think you are doing? The friend shouts.

He replies " mennn...... you need to kill these things when they are young"

Wednesday, July 29, 2009


I was down at the grocery store picking up a six pack beer for my uncle, ice cream for me. I’m getting ready to hand over my “benjamins” and get going. when the lady at the cash register says “ID” _ now I’m standing there with this stupid look on my face, jaw hanging and all, wondering “ what the hell, do I look eighteen”.

As if I didn’t hear her the first time, she repeats “ I need to see an ID”
Proof I’m 21 or above_ apparently my mustache wasn’t doing the trick.
Who carries an ID to the grocery 3minutes walk away?


Never knew I had the words party girl stamped on my forehead, but when leaving the shoe store the girl at the cash register handed me an invitation to come chill_ I know right, what is it with me and the ladies at the cash register?

On the 6 by 4 inch card, written in bold gold ( font size 72 lol!) were the words “ Eighteen to party- Twenty-one to drink.
Geez……………..! So what happens to all those seventeen and below, not to talk about twenty-two’s and above_ hehehe……. yeah right!

But seriously, if more people took the time to implement such requirements, we wouldn’t have to worry about teenagers abusing alcohol.

And yes! I’m of legal drinking age ( as if that is a good thing :-) )

Monday, July 27, 2009

Woman I am

Could you bye me a day in your life
Could you wear the clothes on my back
Could you mold me into what you desire

Mama says I’m beautiful just the way I am

But if that is so, why do you wish I was someone else?

Could you make me into everything you want
Could you be everything I want
Could you walk in my heels

Papa says I’m wonderful just the way I am

But if that is so, why do you wish I was something else?

Critical siprit

Mathew 7: 1_ “Judge not, that ye may not be judged. For with what judgment ye judge ye shall be judged; and with what measure ye mete, it shall be measured to you”.

Your critical spirit equates to a non-profitable organization. Constantly you hold others in contempt. Magnifying moles into mountains, do you not have a life to live?

Skeptical and sarcastic, all day long you gossip about things which do not concern you. How can you see right, when the window you look through is blurred with dust.

Fault finder, does your refection portray perfection?

Critical eye, you live to taint, a stumbling block in my way, but a stepping stone you shall be.
Open your eyes to the positives and stop relishing on the opposite.

You need not agree, nor understand, the benefit of doubt is what counts.

Love much because you have been forgiven much.
So if you may err, it will be on the side of mercy, not judgment.

Inspired by Joel Osteen

Friday, July 24, 2009


My days are cold
my nights are even colder

I yearn for you, in the silence of the night
To snuggle with you my knight

In my dream I reach out to touch
Oh how i long to be intertwined, scorched by your flames

Say my name when your are high
Lets soar to a place only we know

It's been too long.

Thursday, July 23, 2009

They who are near me

They who are near to me
do not know that you are nearer to me than they are.

They who speak to me
do not know that my heartis full with your unspoken words.

They who crowd in my path
do now know thatI am walking alone with you.

They who love me
do not know that their love brings you to my heart.

By Rabindranath Tagore

Bush Rat

I catch the 6 train from Parkchester to Pelham Parkway, the orientation is at nine and I can’t afford to miss it.

Here I am sitting across this really cute African-American, my eyes do a quick run down, and for ma mind I dey say “ charley…., see fine boy”.
I’m adjusting my sitting position_ so as not to be caught staring, ready to appreciate and evaluate him lucidly.

It starts slowly, and finally takes form, a “D” underlined with red pen appears on my forehead. When did men start getting pregnant or start having the uncontrollable edge spit? Fine boy must be with child, because I can’t begin to comprehend why?
Not once not twice, not even thrice, this guy is spitting on the floor in the train!

What the hell? I’m biting on my tongue to stop the words from coming out.
Seriously no passenger on a “troski” in GH would do such a thing.

I’m so disgusted, my skin begins to crawl_ it’s not my nature to come off as rude, but I cant take this, so I get up and move to the other end.

Certain acts are natural and cannot be helped, but…

My mother

So here I am typing away, I can tell she’s getting irritated with my luck of attention towards her. Finally she blurbs out “ I didn’t pay for your ticket to watch you sit silent, lets talk”.
This is the same lady who is busy drinking soup and chewing bones oh!

A grin cuts across my face_ the little details, why I love this woman so. Fine I say, what do you want to talk about?

She goes on to ask all these long and tall questions about my “personal” life, auntie Mercy does not have the word personal enshrined in her vocabulary.
But honestly, it’s always been easy to talk to her, she’s like a big nosy sister. So here I am “bossing’ her_ that’s what she calls it, about all the funny stuff that went down during the semester. She’s laughing, then all of a sudden she’s choking.

I quickly run to the kitchen to go get her some water, I can still hear her coughing so I’m rushing to her side with the glass. I get there only to find my mum passed out and hanging over her chair_ this woman has collapsed!

Funny enough my first reaction is “ mummy wake, stop faking, you have not collapse”.
I see a smile tagging at her lips untill she finally bursts into laughter now we are both laughing so hard she starts to tear up.

Must confess I love this woman.

Cutest thing ever

I was sitting in the park, with my eyes closed soaking in the sun and listening to the wonders of nature, the birds chirping in the trees, the sound of the wind and the laughter of children playing_ I need to get me one of those lol!

Better open your eyes a small voice says, before you fall asleep and sway on to the floor. The breeze could put any stubborn baby to sleep.
Sitting across the bench PDA’ing_ public display of affection, was this old couple. Old as in the term “ abrewa posoposo”.

They held hands and whispered to themselves_ wish I knew what was so funny, cos they kept laughing like teenage lovers. The only difference being, young lovers only come out at night to play_ admit it.

They must have seen the awe on my face, cos they chatted me up. They told me, they’ve been married for fifty-nine years, had eight grandchildren, and that she ( old lady) was three years older than her husband. I was pretty amazed.

They stared into each other eyes and smiled. Wow! I hope at their age I will still be this much in love_ I sure do hope this doesn’t only happen with white people, hehehee

Cup sizes

So she’s going on and on about how her boobs are too big, and she wants a reduction.
Now I can clearly see my jaw on the floor _ thank God there’s no house fly in sight.
I catch my self staring at my chest, my brain is screaming “we can exchange if you like”.

Naturally we are now talking about Breastina Naa Fufor Bobbison, and she tells me the funniest thing about cup sizes.
I wonder where she gets all this “gist” from?
Apparently the A’s n B’s for bra size are not just for decoration, they’re actually for description;

A_ almost boob

B_ barely boob

C_ can’t complain

D_ dang

DD_ double dang

E_ enormous

F_ fake

G_ get reduction

H_ help me I have fallen and can’t get up

Hehehe…………………., but seriously how do I get extra? Silicon is not an option , perhaps the touchy option, lol!

Adam & Eve

I can’t recall what exactly dragged out this topic, but I spent last Sunday arguing with my cousin over the true meaning of “the tree of life” God put in the middle of Eden_ didn’t go to church ooo.

She believed the tree of life had nothing to do with knowledge of good and evil, rather it had to do with sex, what else was in the middle of a person? Most definitely not a tree, and when God asked the important question of location, dumb Adam said “ I am naked’ _ see, he gained no knowledge at all, plus what do two naked people do?.

I found myself sprawled on the floor in uncontrollable laughter.
Is she then implying sex is evil, so evil God kicked Adam and his Rib out of the garden?

Sure I was in disagreement, my opinion was that just as God created animals in pairs, he realized Adam shouldn’t be alone, he too must be given a companion to help in the multiplication_ n’est pas?
Sex was therefore inevitable, moreover when driving them away, He placed and I quote “ at the east of the garden of Eden Cherubims and a flaming sword which turned every way to keep the way of the tree of life”

If indeed the tree was something else _(wink), it should have caught fire by now. So where then did Cain and Abel come from, the “ goods” have been damaged lol!

The mysteries of the Bible are not for the simple minds of men.
To logically analysis it, would only lead to more confusion. It is the faith and belief in a Supreme Being and it’s mysteries that keep the magic alive.