Monday, August 31, 2009
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Two by two they slept that night
When the sky threw down her tears
And swathed the heart in a prickly cold
Chest to chest; arms around body
Their spirits tamed the unfriendly chill
Two by two they walked that night
When the wind pierced through their clothes
And formed death’s layer under the skin
Shivers begged for heat to touch
The frost stood tall and fiercer still
Two by two they kept the night
But one stayed lone to write a sad song.
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Now, it appears played out. Hiplife practitioners serve twice-told tales in the same humdrum, borrowed beats of ancient global chart toppers. As with all fads in Ghana that quickly fizzle into thin air, Hiplife is creeping and crawling tired.
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Monday, August 24, 2009
Friday, August 21, 2009
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
On my birthday, I always look back to all the despised persons that I’m holding something – anything – hideous against, and I fondly forgive them. I let it go. I did the same this morning. So, officially, I’m loving everybody freely.
BUT NOT THE SMOOTH-FACED SHE DEVIL! I hate her, I hate her, I hell-hate her! I still hope she comes to no good end. I will not forgive her. I so wish she had not called me today. But, then, I spat on her false birthday wishes!
Monday, August 17, 2009
I love Wednesday. Because Kiz and I like to hang out on weeknights (so why not Wednesday?) Then there's all those crowded weekends at all the fun places, and I'm a crowd-hater. Maybe it's because Monday's long gone, and Friday's finger-flirting with me from a fraudulent distance. Or because, by Wednesday, I've really got into the groove of the working week. Maybe it's because of that pair of Delilah-licious, luscious legs that lap-dance beneath my office window, at 5 O'clock, every Wednesday.
Sunday, August 16, 2009
This is earnest embarrassing and not very 'pc', but whenever I meet someone for the very first time, I usually want to know something scandalous about them. I mean prison-scandalous, sexual-scandalous, integrity-scandalous, profession-scandalous, snobbery-scandalous, bigotry-scandalous, etc, etc.
It is not to hold it, nurture it, warp it, hide it, and let it out at a deviously damaging time. It is just to feed fat my human curiosity, and the belief that there's no closet without skeleton. Of course, for the average person that I meet, the locker is disappointingly as clean as a whistle.
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Now, the accused person was a giant of a man, who topped something like 6 feet 7 inches. He stood tall and proud, despite our advice to slouch a bit. Boy, did he look menacing! In spite of that, we could tell that we were winning. We were connecting with the jury by the manner in which we were 'destroying' the prosecution witnesses one by one.
One witness, though, was irrepressible. She recounted how her family was made to lie face down, in order not to be able to recognise the robbers by face later on. But, that turned out to be a tragic mistake. The witness remembered that the lead robber had huge, huge, bare feet.
As if hypnotized, everybody (judge, lawyers, jurors, clerks, and the onlooking public) turned to look at our client's feet. They were enormous! And he had no shoes on! Thankfully, he got 20 years or so!
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Monday, August 10, 2009
Friday, August 7, 2009
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Gets more confused than me and you
She buys airtime for her cell phone
While reviewing a corporate loan
She lifts the handset to the land line
With dialogue, she tries to combine
We thought she was going to make a call
But what came next was a shock to all
One by one, the buttons are hit
She 'loads' the land phone with call credit!
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
The Man: I said I'd come back, didn't I?
Friend: Yes, you did. Are you really back to stay?
The Man: That I am, after all, I've seen it all!
Friend: So, what have you seen?
The Man: Bush the Second and Obama; the Statue of Liberty!
Friend: Impressive. But, do you know Mensah?
The Man: Listen, I've even had tea with Gordon Brown; met the Dalai Lama!
Friend: But, do you know Mensah?
The Man: What don't you get? I've met Nobel Prize winners and Hollywood Stars!
Friend: And, yet, you don't even know Mensah!
The Man: Who the hell is Mensah?
Friend: Your wife's lover for the past 10 years! You haven't seen it all, have you?
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Woman #1: We suffer the worst pain...
Woman #2: The men have all the fun with us...
Woman #1: Then, they get up and go...
Woman #2: And there's the birth thing...
(A man turns around, irritated by their chatter)
Man: Don't be silly. Have you ever sat on your balls?
My Personal Postscript: Have you ever had blue balls :(