Friday, December 31, 2010

Hell of way to start

And I thought my year had ended badly, the thought of starting over and picking up the pieces and building what has been broken... My heart threatens to shutter

My brother woke me up with the worst news ever; his girl’s mother crossed over this morning. My heart bleeds for, he sits in a trance with a cloud over his head, oh God I wonder what ‘she’ must be going through.
I lost my heart, but she’s lost one who can never be replaced, how can my hurt possibly top that.

I sit here and reflect; there’s so much to be thankful for, and for a second it slipped my mind.

Family is the roots which hold us down, the very foundation that clusters our feet.

Father God, I ask that you come and take over, be that comforter that consoles her.

Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Call from hell

Queen Elizabeth, Bill Clinton and Robert Mugabe died and went straight to hell.

Queen Elizabeth said "I miss England, I want to call England and see how everybody is doing there. She called and talked for about 5 minutes, then she asked "Well, devil how much do I owe
you? The devil says "Five million dollars". She wrote him a cheque, and went to sit back on her chair.

Bill Clinton was so jealous, he starts screaming, "My turn! I wanna call the United States, I want to see how everybody is doing there too". He called and talked for about 2 minutes, then he asked "Well, devil how much do I owe you? The devil says "Ten million dollars". With a smug look on his face, he made a cheque and went to sit back on his chair.

Robert Mugabe was even more jealous & starts screaming, "I want to call Zim too, I want to see how everybody is doing there too. I wanna talk to the ministers, to the deputy, I wanna talk to everybody"..... He called Zim and he talked for about twenty hours, he talked and talked and
Then asked "Well, devil how much do I owe you? The devil says "One dollar". Mugabe is stunned and says "One dollar? Only one dollar??" The devil says "Well if you make a call from one hell to another hell, it's local".


(This sent my sides spliting, hope it makes your day too)

Monday, December 27, 2010

Childish me

I’m not flying my own kite or anything, but I‘ve always had a great relationship with my parents, maybe it stems from the fact that we are a small family, or that they have been very accommodating to my nonsense. I love those two to death and of course my brother the bully heheeheh...

I don’t remember the time era for which this happened; or my grievous crime_ no I haven’t conveniently forgotten lol; I really don’t recall the details.

Nevertheless, had I been a few more meters within my mother’s arms range; she would have beaten the crap out of me. So when the hand went swinging, quickly did I run for cover, leaving behind a trail of insults and hurtful words. The most painful being ‘stupid’_ maybe I was being childish, but it really stung my little heart.

I remember sitting on the bedroom floor crying my eyes out. I was so hurt that she would describe me in such a manner, regardless of what I may have done or didn’t do.

When I was certain she was calm_ I mean she can’t be threatening hell fire and brimstones the whole evening. I went and apologised, narrated my version of the incident for which I stood accused_ our laws says 'innocent until proven guilty' and I honestly believed I was innocent, but apparently even that is objective :-)

I told her how she’d hurt me by her words, and how sure I was that she did not want me growing up, thinking I was stupid, I apologised again and went away_ of cause I needed to make her feel guilty lol

That night on my bed, she told me how sorry she was to have used that word, and how she didn't mean it that way; mummy was just really angry with me_ so yes she called me a many other things in our subsequent fights, but I can’t recall her using that particular word, and if she did, I knew she didn’t mean it.

I miss her all the time, especially today.

(Picture credit to

Thursday, December 23, 2010

You think we are mad?...

I grabbed a cab this morning, from Legon to Adenta_ if you know Adenta, its legendry for its mad traffic. However I was in no particular hurry, so I let the driver decide which route he wanted to plough_ goddness me! I should have known better to insist we went through Botwe.

So here we are, someplace in Madina stuck in the kind of traffic, one could actually alight from the car set up a kitchen and prepare palm nut soup the old fashion way, and the cars would still have not moved an inch.

The wise-crack guerrilla drivers_ on their way to God knows where; swiftly move into the middle of the road to bypass us; the sitting ducks waiting our turn.

As though on cue; some guy jumped into the middle of the street and erected a blockade using car tires, where they materialised from I don’t know. In fact I still can’t figure out where 'he' came from, or who he was, driver, passenger, pedestrian I have not a clue. He quickly set it up and started shouting repetitively in Twi;

“You think those of us in the line are mad eh???...
you think those of us in the line are mad eh???...
Foolish people, if you like, come and pass"

(If you speak Twi, please repeat the words in Twi, its so hilarious_ oh! And he actually used the word line lol)

Monday, December 20, 2010


When I was younger, I was a snitch, a typical “telephone no wire”. As soon as my parents walked through the door, I’d rat out on my brother. Reporting every detail of his naughty activities during the day; those witnessed personally plus hearsay as the cherry on top.

Back then, he use to 'whoop' the black off me, i loathed him, he was so mean to me. Since he was much bigger and stronger than moi, i didn't have much of a choice but to tell on him.

I remember my father would ask him “ if you think it’s okay for you to beat her, what will you do if you saw some other man doing the same?
I guess that must have appealed to his conscience because seriously I don’t recall my last 'ass whooping' lol_or perhaps that’s because I've long resigned from snitching to aiding and abetting.

However, the last time we got into a brawl; I accused him of being a bully and we exchanged words. I was busy rattling away; not giving him any chance to get his argument in. Dude just stared at me and said in Ga “the reason why I use to beat you, was because you are much faster with you words, don't be deceived you’re too old to be beaten”.

The statement rings in my mind, and reflecting on it, I can't help but to appreciate where he’s coming from.
Unlike him, there are others who started using their words way before me, and sadly I’m no match.

Sunday, December 19, 2010

Temporary madness?

Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part.

Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are.

Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.

Got this from the net, thought i should share :-)

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Once bitten, twice shy

My friend W, has had his heart ripped out of his chest. It’s been many months now, and still the sadness lurks behind his eyes. There are moments when he is not himself and I can’t seem to recognise my friend.

He now looks at women with microscopic lenses, as he truly believes daughters of Eve can never be trusted. Treachery and deceit runs in their veins.

Still anytime I look at my friend, really look at him; I know his heart longs for a special friend, someone to right all the wrong, someone to talk to, share his innermost thoughts, someone to love, who loves him back.

He’s sworn that next time; he’ll tread more cautiously, never again will he throw in line hook and sinker. He'll be as wise as a serpent, hawk-eyed ready to flee before it hits the ceiling.

But it breaks my heart, how do you really love, when you are afraid to love?

Friday, December 10, 2010


I was struck by some blog idea this dawn. But my mind has gone completely blank, there's not a trace of the wonderful inspiration, no tell tale signs, whatsoever :-(

I just know one thing; it would have been funny and silly as usual :-)

Have a good weekend y'all.

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

"Gbogbovor”_ evil spirit

Dozing off in church, is the worst thing ever.
Charley! the house of God paa ooo... come see how my head dey dance "shuperu" for ma neck top. Wey ma eyes dey droop, swirling for their sockets inside.
My body jerks violently and i catch myself, embarrassed as hell, wondering if i've been caught on camera, and cursing under my breath.

After watching one 9ja movie like that, where all those dozing away in church, had an evil spirit or demon of some sort next to them and fanning each to sleep. I was most horrified and swore never to allow the devil make me slumber in the Lord's temple lol

Relocation bi this?... Civil procedure class, as Justice Marfo-Sau, preached the gospel according to C.I 47. The witches in my village must have convened a meeting the night before, for they came prepared; mounted two huge fans, a ceiling and a standing fan.

And try as I did, to control the eyelids, I failed miserably, for the next thing i heard was “let’s take a 5 minutes breather, some of you are dozing”_ eeiiiii.... disgrace.


The blades must have been very powerful, for it caused Akua in front, and Anita beside to jerk back and forth :-) _ unless they were each visited heheheh.....

Sunday, November 28, 2010

"too know" make monkey fall down

Monkey, we all know say you got skills
You fit swing like pendulum from one branch to the other
Somersaulting for mid air inside, with perfect landing
We know say you be fast; quick as lightening.

So this one you wun flex us, why now?
How you go fit grab the branch plus your pinkie
See how you don fall flat for your face
Ooo.... I shy give you sef.

Saturday, November 13, 2010


HELLLOOOOO... Blogsville, hope y’all have missed me as much as I have.

Thing is, my roommate and I have embarked on the project to hook up our girlfriend. Her specifications are very simple and direct_ she wants a separate legal entity with limited liability, no encumbrances whatsoever lol

Fortunately or unfortunately, candidate number one pops up onto the scene.

Problem is; dude’s liabilities are way... unlimited. When she points out this fact, he draws her attention to the theory:

“It’s better to be a 10% shareholder in an Elephant than a 100% shareholder in an ant”

What is that suppose to mean?

Saturday, October 30, 2010


You interlock your fingers with hers and smile secretly into her eyes_ a shadow crosses her face
You laugh at his joke and turn to see if she got the buzz line too_ she plasters a smile
You dip the fry into the ketchup and playfully invite her to take a bite_ she’s hesitant
You tuck the loose hair behind her ear and lean closer to whisper_ her body stiffens

Hmm... Are you as affectionate with her in private?
Or you’re simply putting on a show.

*PDA_ public display of affection*

Sunday, October 24, 2010


The feeling tags at my heart
The words hang on the tip of my tongue
Yet i can't express them

Friday, October 8, 2010

Top Five

I heard this today, just had to share
There are 5 types of women_ and I’m sure the same can go for men;

* Those you like_ and they don’t like you back
*Those who like you_ and you don’t like them
*Those you want_ and cannot have
*Those that want you_ and cannot have you
*And those you can never, ever get.

Hehehhehe...... i bet this list can go on and on...

But of cos, there's always the exception; mutual feelings :-)

Thursday, September 30, 2010


Like the heart, the liver is also a four chambered organ. In fact it is the largest organ found in the human body. And though it may not be held in high esteem as the heart, its function is most basic and necessary for life.

It produces substances that break down food and converts it into glycogen, amino acids,vitamins etc which are the building blocks for the body. Most importantly, it is the detoxification unit; it filters all harmful substances from the blood.

Unless completely destroyed, the most amazing thing about the liver, is its regenerative nature. Where 2/3 of a liver has been removed through trauma or surgery, it will grow back to the original size within four weeks.

I think the heart in some way, can be compared to the liver. Somehow it manages to filter the good from the bad. It’s able to detoxify the body system such that, it can forgive and let go of wrongs.

It’s regenerative nature surpassing understanding, because it can rise from ashes, to love again.

Friday, September 24, 2010

Excuse me...

During my fresher days in unie, cell phones were being snatched left, right and center. Rampant reports poured in daily and most victims were ladies. You’d be on the phone when it would be forcefully pulled out of your hand, or you’d be politely asked to hand it over at the opposite end of a knife.

It escalated during the power rationing period by ECG. There was timetable regulating the hours when the lights stayed on, and when it went off. Then, water level in the dam was pretty low.

Most halls on campus manned generators. It powered the bulbs on the corridors and the security lights outside, but the various rooms stayed dark.

The library remained the only building which provided constant supply of electricity, but even they turned off their power supply at midnight. The streets remained dark, but dimly lighted by the generated power streaming from the surroundings halls.

One night; I left the library about the hours of 11. Several meters ahead I could make out shadows of dark figures, but I walked alone. My phone buzzed and I answered the incoming call, from behind, a male voice said “excuse me miss, when you’re done talking on the phone...” I didn’t wait to hear the rest, the word ‘phone’ was enough to spark my engine, and I zoomed into the night screaming “ahhhh......” Marion Jones on steroids would have had nothing on me.

I was almost at the entrance to my hall, when that same voice ripped through the darkness “please wait, please wait”. This could certainly not be the voice of an attacker _ not that I know how one should sound like, but the tone... Perhaps I had dropped something and he wanted to give it back. Nevertheless I couldn’t risk it; I inched further into the lights oozing from the security bulbs and waited.

When he finally reached me and I could make out the face clearly, he explained how he wanted to chat me up, and not steal my phone, so to speak_” excuse me miss, when you’re done talking on the phone could I have a word with you”

We had a really good laugh and introduced ourselves. He walked me to my door, turned out he was course mates with my English major roomie.

But hey, you can never be too careful.

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Hush me up!

I’ve never been afraid to speak up. I open my big mouth and let out the good, the bad, the ugly and the trash loose.

Growing up my parents believed in hearing us out, so I never felt intimidated.

The rule was simple; if you crossed the line, definitely you were gonna receive some serious ass whooping.

Yes growing, I learnt speaking up meant, knowing when to shut my trap, when to open it and most importantly how to open it.

But today, I crossed the line big time, did it in grand style.
I need to be flogged. Obviously I haven’t learnt that well...

P.S I’m sorry boo.

Monday, September 20, 2010

Losing my marbles?

A terrible feeling lays in the pit of my belly.
It has clogged it's way up and tags at my heart. A fierce thrashing, chimes aloud and my once glazed eyes, are wide awake.
It's as though a revelation has descended. The end is near. I'm left with more questions and no answers. I'm i that paranoid, really?

Thursday, September 16, 2010


I want fairy tales, an enchanted place where fairy godmothers whisk up ball gowns and pumpkin carriages in split seconds, and the tooth fairy leaves a dollar beneath a child’s pillow.

I want forever afters, glass slippers and prince charming who goes through hell fire just to be with me. Why? _ I’m the fairest of them all.

I want gigantic castles, and the finest emperor clothing’s. Playgrounds made of ice cream, cake and candy, and buckets of gold at the end of rainbows.

Forget about the wicked witch, and the evil stepmothers. Boohoo to the big bad wolf.

Because in fairy tales, I’m guaranteed my happy ending, no matter what.

Saturday, September 11, 2010


A man got married to a virgin and explained 2 her sex was just like putting a prisoner in prison.
After round 1, the husband exhausted rolls over to catch his breathe and the lady tells him 'honey the prisoner has escaped'. So the man went for round 2 n 3 after which he was completely worn out and wobbly.
A few seconds she tells him again 'honey the prisoner has escaped again'

He angrily snaps at her 'hey woman, it’s not a life sentence ooo...'


Monday, September 6, 2010

Thou shall not touch...

You know the thing about looking for trouble... you always find it.
Snooping through contacts on your partner’s cell phone, reading text messages not meant for you and raising hell fire. Don’t get me wrong, sometimes you’re pushed to the wall and...

Girlfriend, is now screwed_ ‘borbor’ has wised up, not only does he delete his messages, he now saves contacts by initials and abbreviations; BMW, VW, SSB, WHO, ADB, NDK MVP_ damn! The brother is even into hair relaxers.

Now sister is really about to lose it.

Privacy, how far should it stretch in a relationship?

Monday, August 30, 2010

Truth is...

In reality we can’t control everything
Especially the people around us
We can only hope, they’ll act accordingly
That they are who they say they are
And not wolves in sheep clothing

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Day Clubbing

Okay, I accept that there’s no specified location to look for love, it can happen anywhere, any place anytime, but seriously...?

Last week, my brother and I attended a funeral; one of his very best friends had lost the father; may his soul rest in peace and we were there to show our support and say goodbye. We returned from the cemetery to continue the interment on the deceased’s compound.

Truth of the matter is; funerals have evolved into what we call “gbonyo party”. Once the deceased has been lowered 6ft under, the sorrowful tunes, take a 180 turn, and the air fills with laughter, music, booze and club dancing.

So Roca, acquaints himself with Lady X_ I saw her being introduced to him with my own two eyes (as if it could be someone else hehheheehe...)

Three things happened:

They talked for a while_ getting the basics out the way

Engaged in some flirtatious antics_ you know, the kind where they hit each other playfully, the lady battering her lashes sweeping the air

Lip locked _ swapping spit and tongue wrestling, poor Mr Ice got caught in the middle, his work for the day changed from chilling the drinks, to chilling pink flesh. Yes indeed, it went that far.

Jeez! I must be at the wrong place; this is a funeral ground abi?
I thought kissing strangers only happened in the club.

* gbonyo_ dead body*

Friday, August 13, 2010

Merry-go- round

You know how most Ghanaian and Nigerian movies portray the theme of love.

There always a scene with the lovebirds, chasing each the on the beach or garden.Where there's lack of grass, you find them circling a potted plant,laughing and giggling to God knows what.

My question then is, does anybody do that in real life, seriously?...

If so,i best find a water body, or the nearest bush.

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Try me

Baby, I'm so down for you
give me the chance to treat you like the queen you are
I know you have a man, but i see no band
let me show you that I'm the better man, in fact the very best
try me, give me just a month, let me show you what love is
try me, I'll be the best decision you ever made
try me, I'll do whatever it takes to make you happy
I'll come down for you, I'll even lay on the floor if that's what it takes
just try me

Why you be wheel of fortune???...

Friday, July 23, 2010


I can’t believe the month of July is about to end, and I have not a single post to account for. Jeez... my brain cells must be withering into oblivion_ the horror!!!...

I refuse to go down like that, ramblings will just have to do, lol...

I’m back home, today marks a week since I hit the shores of GH, so I guarantee you, teary eyed me, has left the building. Snuffling is so not on my agenda. Making out and chilling, ranks the number one and two spot on the listing_ wink!

I got home just in time to grace the wedding of two, of my most favourite people. It was a beautiful ceremony, great location, happy people; ex’s gnashing teeth and hawk-eyed singles looking to mingle.

Now I too wanna get hitched

Na true talk I dey talk hehehehe...women!

Thursday, June 24, 2010


I have tears in my heart, and I don’t know why
Its bubbling and threatening to burst, my brakes are failing
I can’t hold it back much longer

Maybe its the absence taking over
Distance is not my friend, time and space I want no part
I can’t hold back my salty waters

It doesn’t run silent.

Wednesday, June 23, 2010


My crush from junior high, tattooed my name ( this was in college)_ can’t tell you where, but it’s so… not what you are thinking lol…

I was single then_ for almost a whole semester lol… (he was ecstatic)
It was kinda flattering and spooky all at once, still is :-)

And I wondered if that meant I had to date him, make it official_ gave it serious consideration though lol.
For a longtime, we'd crushed on each other, but it never got too serious. We remained friends so long, the cross over just felt awkward. He knew almost everything about me, and I, him_ plus we'd shared many little dirty secrets lol. He was like my bestfriend

In senior high, we kinda gave it a shot, but it couldn't even survive a term_ mostly my fault, I was crushing on some other guy lol...

Our friendship survived that phase, and the "tat". I guess ten years and counting can't just be flashed down the drain.

My name was the 4th tattoo he got during college, practically begged him not to do it_ rolled on the floor and everything. I was hoping to get back with ex bobo, so the last thing I needed, was my named inked into some dude’s flesh.
But he was convinced,it was his way of having me close_ i best stay clear of all future girlfriends.

Thinking about getting one though, initials of moi and bobo “ D & S”_ lol…
Then again, do I really want that, what if he dumps my ass in the future

After all, an impression of someone’s name on your body, doesn’t guarantee anything. How about the word “ cupid” in Chinese?

Saturday, June 19, 2010

Do you take...

How do you know, you have found the one?

The answer is in the vows;
do you take...

to love and to hold
in sickness and in health
for richer, for poorer
till death, do you part

Now if the answer is yes!

Yes without any hesitations or reservations...

then you know

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

The pledge

I dey promise for my honour top
sey I go be faithful den loyal give GH ma mama land
I dey pladge sey I go give GH ma service
plus all my vim den ma heart

I dey promise sey I go give stiz waa give the heritage wey
wanna poppy dema poppy dems waya ron give we
plus them blood and kapa

wey I dey pledge my body for everything inside
sey I go dee gee give GH en name waa
so God I beg, make you sort me out.

GH! Stand up_ lol….

Sunday, June 6, 2010

Fruits of the Spirit

Love, joy , peace.

Patience, kindness, goodness.

Faithfulness, gentleness and self control.

Let us strieve everyday, that we may be blessed with these gifts the Holy Spirit gives freely.

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

I do

Marriage is love.

Love is blind.

Therefore, marriage is an institution for the blind.

Marriage is an institution in which a man loses his Bachelor's Degree and the woman gets her Masters.

Hmm.... so how do i land a PhD?

Thursday, May 27, 2010

Hairy me!

When prowling the streets of Accra in 'mini', the last of my worries are my ‘unskinned’ legs, as a matter of fact I love hairy me. The even spread of dark lustering mane gives me a kick. So I rarely give two hoots about anybody's reaction_ hell, I wish i had the same texture of locks, crowned on my small head ( you may think otherwise hehehe...)

However, wearing 'mini' in concrete jungle makes me feel like, fish out of water. Today the sun was up and high, and the weather called for bearing legs.

Amidst all the silky smooth poles which modeled skirts and shorts, I felt like King Kong.

Sitting in one of the carts, I could feel the ten or so pair of eyes boring holes through my cassava sticks, as my father usually refers to them, all thinking the same thing _what happened to shaving sticks?

It was the longest 30 minutes train ride of my life.

I have resolved to get shaving cream tommorow lol.

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Monday, May 17, 2010


I wish,i wish a hundred things
To see the possibilities for our future

I dream, i dream a thousand dreams
To see your face in my mind

I want, i want a million kisses
To taste your sweetness, one more time

I hope, i'm hoping for a billion hugs
To feel the warmth and safety in your arms

I'm missing you a zillion times and over.

Saturday, May 1, 2010

Cougar alert

My friends and I wrote our very last paper which marked the end to our eighth semester in KNUST. ‘Uniee’ was finally over, at least “for now” and soon we’d be thrown into the deep blue sea to compete with the sharks.

Nevertheless,we are most excited to see the end of this road.

Alas i still have two more years of school ahead, come October i'll return to the school girl status_ sob sob sob. However the chilling has been set into full gear, vvroomm!!!!..............

Last night, the SHAWO boys; Students for Humane Awareness and Women Orientation, kicked us off with “the white & gold” party.

My girls and I were ‘chillaxing’, sipping, nodding and tapping to the Dj's groove. When this really cute guy walks up and introduces himself_ and I thinking “damn! I must be looking really good, to be spotted among all these beautiful babes lol

Dude is flirting mercilessly_ he's dishing out the latest lines i've never heard. I can’t say I wasn’t enjoying all the attention. So there i was; tearing through the English language like i just landed from God knows where heheheheheheh........

So what year are you in? _ I finally manage to ask

Dude shuddered_ oh! Emm ...... I'm going to my second year.

“Arrrhhhh... I’m flirting shamelessly with a first year boy”_ somebody should arrest me!

Saturday, April 24, 2010

So What if i am a black woman.

To my sisters, this is a reminder of what makes us beautiful. To my brothers, this is a reminder that your love of us isn't futile; it's been earned... _ Author Unknown

What if I am a black woman?
Is it a disease?
Well, if it is, sure hope it's catching
because they need to pour it into a bottle,
label it, and sprinkle it
all over the people~ men and women who
ever loved or cried, worked or died
for any one of us.

So...what if I am a black woman?
Is it a crime? Arrest me! Because I’m strong, but I’m gentle.
I'm smart, but I’m learning, I’m loving, but I’m hateful.
And I like to work because i like to eat and feed and clothe
and house me, mine, and yours and everybody’s,
like I’ve been doing for the past
300 years.

What if i am a black woman?
Is it insane? Commit me!
Because i want the happiness,
not tears; truths, not
lies; pleasure not pain;
sunshine, not rain;
a man, not a child!

What if i am a black woman?
Is it a sin? Pray for me! And pray for you too, if you don't like women of colour because we are... Midnight black, chestnut brown, honey bronzed, chocolate covered, cocoa dipped, big lipped, big hipped, big breasted, and beautiful all at the same time!

So...what if i am a black woman?
Does it bother you that much because
I want a man who wants me...loves me and trusts me, and respects me
and gives me everything because i
give him everything back, plus!

What if i am a black woman?
I've got rights, same as you!
I have worked for them, died for them, lied for them, played and laid
for them, on every plantation from Alabama to Boston and back!

What if i am a black woman?
I love me, and i want you to love me too, but i am, as I’ve always
been, near you, close to you, beside you, strong, giving, loving,
For over 300 years,
your black woman... Love me!

(I really enjoyed the this hope you do to)

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Trotting home

Writing has been a safe haven for me, for as long as I can remember. All the nights I would sit up and pour my thoughts and feelings into my dairy_ I have shredded a couple of them in this my life time, I guess some thoughts should forever remain private.

I don’t keep one anymore, blogging has sort of taken over. Nevertheless most of my writings are inspired by my state of mind, things that happen round me, personal or otherwise. It’s become therapy.

A childhood memory comes to mind. In the earlier years of my primary days, my brother and I stayed with my grandmother for about a year or so, my parents were out of the country then. My father had however made arrangement, that we join some bus operated by his work place to and fro, from school.

I was about 7 in primary two, my brother was 11.

This particular afternoon, when school hours were over, I was on waiting on the car park with all the other kids who would commute back home on the bus. The driver was running very late, so most of the kids scattered around and engaged in games.

After many hours, he finally pulled into the car park, seeing the bus pull in; I moved to join the queue, which had sprung out of nowhere. As I made my way to a seat, my brother was nowhere in sight. The driver instructed that I go look for him.

It took me a while to locate him as he was on the park playing football. When we got back to the car pack, the bus had left, like an apparition it had vanished. It was late, we had no money, and most people had already left the school compound.

That day; we walked home, I cried all the way from Legon to Kanda where our grandma was going out of her mind with worry. She sent people to look for us.

As we paved through the streets, my little feet hurting, my eyes blood shoot red from crying_ my brother tells me, he bribed me with flowers, just to shut me up. I doubt if it worked.

I felt so exposed and helpless.

I’m kinda feeling that way today; but I’m older and yes, much wiser...(next time, i'll just ditch my brother hehehehehehhe......)

We did find our way home

Friday, April 16, 2010

"Sperosa" cocktail

Tonight the old boys and girls of St. Peters and St. Roses are chilling up for the last time, before we the final year students leave school for good_ but of cos some might be back soon, the wanna be lecturers, and master programme students, and God forbid the “trailees”.

Finger licking and socializing is not such a bad idea,after all some of us have gone almost the entire four years of college life, never running into the other, so acquaintances’ and alliances can be re-ignited. Society has become “who you know” and “who knows you”_ ebi like sey connecting bi the agenda on the cocktail list. Plus “sperosa” KNUST alumni "big shots" promise to grace the all night service_ more "conne".

Go, or not to go?

Hmm... (Scratching my invisible beard) Arrhhh... why can’t this wait till after exams?

I have group discussion this evening through the weekend for a rock hard paper on Monday_ if I miss out, down goes one whole topic covered without me.

Monday, April 12, 2010

Part 2 _ 411

What men and women want in long term relationships?

What women look for:

Good body

(What men think women want_ personality, good body humour sensitivity, good looks)

They seem to have it 98% locked down.

What men look for:

Good looks
Good body

(What women think men want_ good looks, good body, breast, butt, personality?)

We seem clueless hmmm.....( ARE WE?)

Sunday, April 11, 2010


How to satisfy a woman every time:

Caress, praise, pamper, massage, serenade, compliment, stroke, hug, stimulate, feed, ignore fat bits, cuddle, smooch, charm, nuzzle, spoil, tease, gratify, squeeze, idolize.

How to satisfy a man every time:

Arrive naked.

Hehehehehehe........ I just read this.

Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Mr. P-O-P

Diana King said she doesn’t want anybody who is loving everybody; she wants a shy guy, the kinda guy who will only be hers.

Does that include the Mr. P-O-P’s_ the one whose lips has been sealed with plaster of Paris, and thus can’t make his feelings known.

Action they say speaks louder than words, but until shortie hears the thoughts which linger, she’ll claim ignorance. Unless, the feeling is mutual.

Poor dude, hitting on ‘roomie’, it’s so obvious; yet he says not a word. She's on her knees praying that he’ll never ask; too bad the answer will be NO! That may mark the end to her free lunch. sad; he’s a great guy, but I guess the notion about girls and bad boys still prevails_ sucks!

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Behind bars

Yellow...... It’s me............ I’ve missed you guys a lot, hope you missed me too. Sorry I’ve been away for a while now; school gets in the way, mid semester exams, tutorial, group work, mood swings, laziness, you know, the whole baggage.

Four of my course mates and I have been working really hard on our project/thesis. We choose a topic on prisoners’ right to vote in Ghana. At first we considered conjugal rights_ inmates getting laid.

But after visiting the place a couple of times, I ask myself_ what the hell were we thinking? SEX in prison???

Where were they gonna do it, sleeping is even a problem.

Thank God we changed the topic, i read in the news paper today, the Supreme Court had passed a judgment allowing convicted and remand prisoners to vote, and that the Electoral commission should go to work on making this possible.

Do you think jailbirds should vote?

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Creatures of the Heart

When they think, we feel
When they find it illogical, we see the logic

They may be head, but the neck does the turning
They think we are weak, but of the two

God thought it wise, that we be the fruit bearers.
See, we are strong.

Check out my biceps lol

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Spirit World

How come not only do you hear all the latest gossip in the saloons; you also get to hear the strangest things.

This 411 is especially for the women, I learnt that, it is wrong to carry your baby infront of you, so all those who are into face to face “carry-on bags” or straps for babies, Beware!!!

The proper way is the traditional manner; the baby goes to the back_ be careful to tie the cloth properly, you don’t want your baby on the floor. According to the grapevine, if you do otherwise, dwarfs can purchase you baby in the spirit world.

Yes sir! They buy your baby on the black market.
For whatever reason, I don’t know, there exist other “spirits” which protect the baby, as long as he or she is strapped to the mothers back_ oh yeah that includes the daddy’s too.

One may ask; what about just carrying the baby in your arms (after all, babe dey your front now)????........
I’m clueless.

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

What are friends for?

To lay down their life for you? _ WRONG!!!!!...... that has already been done, by the” bestest” friend of all. I doubt if there exist a modern day replacement.

So what are the rest for? LOl

Seriously what are friends for?

Friends are there to accept you for who you are and love you nevertheless, to hold your hand, encourage you. Friends are people you can trust, people who trust you.

To go to parties with, “la borrow” from, gossip with, press your buttons and drive you half insane.

They are for life, choose wisely.

What are your friends for? _ armed robbery, I hope not hehehehehe………..

Wednesday, February 17, 2010


Who???..... Moi!!!!! Never......

How can i possibly be spending when I'm not earning. Hell I'm on a monthly budget, which i must say is not enough to cover my ass.

My father forgets that I'm babe, not dude. Chics naturally have a long list of "needs" and wants (hehehehe....) than the average male_ fine...... perhaps guy stuff cost more, but we still have more expenses. Don't even let me go there.

Me on a tight leash, me no get extra cash to spend, but me still getting me self, some killer looking shoes_ check out the left corner.( some babe eye dey inside, i for look sharp)

Does that make me spendthrift? OR just an impulse buyer?

Sunday, February 14, 2010

Chocolate day

I'm having the best vals day ever, whoever said it was overrated needs to get hitched pronto lol!

Happy Valentines day to everyone.

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Water Spiders

Do crabs swim? You might think this is a really dumb question, but seriously if i knew the answer, i won't be asking.

Is it possibly to compare them to frogs?_ then again, do frogs swim? Cos i keep having this mental image of frogs swimming like human beings, and it sends me rolling in laughter. Really try picturing it.

Back to my question, do these water spiders swim? Somebody mentioned that they crawl at the bottom of the sea, does that mean, they wait to sink to the bottom, then crawl on the seabed? If so, how do they come out?

P.S he finally replied my text (what an ass)

Sunday, February 7, 2010


Can't say i didn't try. I walked up to him and apologized_ ok i didn't say "I'm sorry for so and so", but i still apologized.
He was being such an ass, i couldn't bring myself to say "i miss our friendship". So i sent a text.

The next time i saw him, he acted like a blind bat. My ego is now times 3, and believe you me, I'm keeping it that way.

Good riddance.

Tuesday, February 2, 2010


I'm not talking to a good friend, and deep down, it's breaking my heart. How we've let things drag on this long, i don't know.

His ego, is that of a football park, and mine is times 2. So you see, it's too big for me to swallow_ yeah right.

I don't even remember exactly why we are "beefing", but if it's what i think it is, then it is really stupid.

I'm sad, and i miss him, but he started this, now i guess we just have to finish it.

Friday, January 29, 2010

Friday Nights

When I’m home, I wish to be back in school, surrounded by all my friends. Hangout and chill, honest to God I even miss studying, all the assignments and group meetings.

But when I’m school, I hate Friday nights, it’s lonely and sad for me. Where are all my girls, girls? Stuck to their boo, like glue.

And where is my boobo? Back home in another region.

Tuesday, January 26, 2010


I wish to stay in this moment forever
This place, where you’ve taken me
These feelings that I’m feeling
Where words don't cut it
I’m screaming, but I hear nothing
I'm falling off this cliff

Monday, January 18, 2010

Men are Wives

Okay, before the men start to rain insults on me, please hold your horses; the above statement is simply to catch your attention_ which I’m sure I’ve succeeded in doing hehehehee……………….

I know, it’s been a while, fiiiinnnneee, it’s been a long while since I blogged, but it’s good to be back, and yes I’m also back to school, final semester yippee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!_ Scary stuff.

Enough! Back to the topic, my friends and I were teasing each other and one guy goes like “ No! I’m her wife” of course it was simply a slip, but that didn’t stop us from sprawling on the floor in laughter, as a matter a fact we decided to write it up in the book of “gbaament”_ a record on the abuse of the English language, which I must confess, hold a couple of my personal slips. How those words came out,I will never know.

In an authoritative voice he boldly claimed the title of being Jimmy's (roomie) wife, the memory still draws laughter.
But come to think of it, some men are wives, for whatever reason, the natural status bestowed onto a man and a woman respectively gets all mixed up, and roles change. We now have 'stay at home fathers'_ men who are practically house wives, or should i say house husbands lol.

So of course, he can be her wife, but all I know is tha,t I want a husband; a man, not a wife. Hmmm... perhaps he can be 30% wife material hehehehe…._ wink!

NB: I missed you guys.