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.