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.....