Monday, December 22, 2008

No Writer's Block

Isn't it funny, that as the backside of 08 slowly disappears (and it is a real big backside 08 has had)I suddenly find myself not writing anything here. I apologise, but I do it for good reason. I am trying to 'find' myself, and a 'narrow' topic to which I will dedicate myself. I will post here, but not that many, till the year is out. Happy New Year, friends.

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Fool's Gold

Lost Copper
Is missed Gold
What you already have, but still look for
Is Fool's Gold!

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Random Questions

Are assassins now using shoes
Do Arsenal fans now support with boos
Will Yngvild next be chased by moose
Can the NPP beg and still lose?

Loving Like Children

We love like children
We err like children
We forgive like children
We grow like children

(For the woman who could have left me, but didn't. Thank you, Babe.)

Monday, December 15, 2008

Random Questions

Will Santa come this year?
Will Rudolph remain the Alpha reindeer?
Are Mills and Nana Addo sincere?
Are teenage boys drinking beer?

12 Days of Christmas - A View from Ghana

One the first day of Chrismas etc etc my true love gave to me:

A multi-coloured piece of Kente cloth
2 Ayigbe toffees
3 wicker baskets
4 Kafugbe Cockers
5 gold rings
6 bead bracelets
7 raffia mats
8 Ahenema sandals
9 Fontomfrom drummers
10 Kpanlogo dancers
11 Wood carvings
12 Apoto'yowas ;-)

and a multi-coloured piece of Kente cloth!

Blameless

The Innocent Man is sadly suspected
Of adultery and polygamy
The smart, Guilty One is wrongly respected
For merely playing Origami

Sunday, December 14, 2008

Pina Colada

A stranger saw my Pina Colada
And asked for another
She took a mammoth sip
And refused to bring it back to her lip

'Honest'

Why are people quick to say ‘honest’ after a statement, when they badly want you to believe them, and yet not honest enough to say ‘dishonest’ after they have just told a frigging lie?

Saturday, December 13, 2008

Staying Power

I made a new friend
Only two weeks ago
Now, I'm afraid it's the end
It's already time to go

Falling Fuel Prices

Fuel prices have gone down
It gives some a sunny smile
And others a foggy frown
Some say it's a lesson in guile

Friday, December 12, 2008

Does Money Grow on Trees?

Q: Does money grow on trees?
A: No.

Q: What would happen if money grew on trees?
A: We'd have to take it down while still green or hungry birds would eat it all.

Q: What about wealth?
A: It doesn't grow on trees either.

Q: Fool, I thought you would say that if money grew on trees, we'd all be wealthy.
A: No, you are the fool, for you will ask me next, what if I grew on a tree.

Random Questions

Are the weekends way too short?
So, will you take the Gov't to court?
Should skiving be your last resort?
Or will you get a doctor's report?

200

‘To love what you do and feel that it matters – how could anything else be more fun?” – Katharine Graham.

‘Develop [an] interest in life as you see it; in people, things, literature, music – the world is so rich, simply throbbing with rich treasures, beautiful souls and interesting people. FORGET YOURSELF.’ – Henry Miller.

At 200 posts, I’ve captured the Katharine-Graham bonheur, and I’m working out the Henry-Miller joie de vivre. Thank you, reader/blogger, for coming along on this amazing journey.

You, Ugly Thing, Driving

Out of his car window, a male thing
Held out a cup of hot something
Watching the steam rise while driving
At dangerous rush hour this morning

Thursday, December 11, 2008

The Electricity Company in 10,000 B.C.

Wednesday night, a prehistoric donkey
Turned off the power key
And went to chase Miss Toad
Leaving darkness on Spintex Road

Courting Nduom

They're courting Kwesi Nduom
To avoid the electoral tomb
I wonder what they'll give up
He might want a golden cup

Random Questions

Does pubic hair grow grey?
Can Election Christmas be merry, anyway?
Will the losing MPs be okay?
Should Barack close Guantanamo Bay?

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Ghana's Elections 08 - Midnight Press?

It seems today must end
With Afari-Gyan round the bend
Will he perhaps show the light
In the deep dead of the night?

Ghana's Elections 08 - Second Round Coming?

The official announcer is mute
But everyone has played his flute
Yet we face an extra round
Before a champion can be found

Ghana's Elections 08 - Premature Ejaculation

Drink is flowing wild
In the corridors of the unknown
Before the King is crowned
The subjects are deeply drunk

Ghana's Elections 08 - The Finish Line

With nearly ninety metres run
It's one step forward, two steps back
It just is not great fun
That both have below half the pack

Ghana's Elections 08 - The Weight of the Wait

The quiet, three-day wait
Is heavier, for most, by far
Than the last three months' weight
With the numbers running at par.

Thursday, December 4, 2008

Hairy Legs

I'm crawling up your legs
With my flippant, flirty mind
I'm counting your unshaved hairs
Each a reason you're not my kind

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

Accra now Loves Flowers

Residential Accra is now favours fine flowers. What tells me so is all the comely ceramic vases, sundry seedlings and weft wickerwork that environ the streets of the city of Accra. Plus, there are many nurseries among wafer woods where rich people browse and buy one hundred far-flung species.

These flowers are expensive, I’m told. There was a time when flowers were either freely obtained in the city of Accra, or else the average Accraian home simply went bare. Plus maybe Accraian homeowners, with all the castles they build in the air, are becoming ‘civilised’. Or maybe the economy is just booming. Ha!

I have seen pinched places in Accra where if you planted the straitened people in your private pleasance, they would devour the petals, leaves and beds out of hunger. So, I don’t really feel civilised by festooning and garlanding the bare house I live in. But from an artsy point of view, it is good that Accra now loves flowers.

Monday, December 1, 2008

Shoe-Flirting with Lil Girl

I flew into Lil Girl (the first time) on a sun-kissed, blue-sky Thursday morning outside a court room. We huddled together – she, Kiz, Aby and I - exploring budding friendship; laughing; teasing and tempting; taunting and tantalising one another (not caring who witnessed). As Lil Girl played her batting eyes and raising brows all over me, her feet kept stepping on my soleil-shined shoes. We mock-kidded about magnetic attraction, and that day has brought us this far. If you asked her to recall what happened then, today, she would swear by the name of Sir Dalliance Flirton, that I was rather dancing all atwitter on her shoes, although she’d not bothered to polish them like mine. My defence against her velvet version, is that she has much the longer legs.