Musical Chairs

In no telegraph time, I come to link my cell phone ring tone with the ten or so Undesirables that I would rather not hear from. Every one of those cringe-calls really rattles me. So, I shuffle my ring tone every month or two or three, according to when my Don’t-Pick list touches ten.

Predator and Prey

What did you permit
To bother you today?
Would you also admit
Being both Predator and Prey?

‘Exotic’ Videos in the City of Accra

Ghanaian artistes cut their music videos with animated windmills, the Alps, Manhattan or flying Arabian carpets in the busy background. They’re casually crooning about common affection or double-entendre coupling. So, the welkin wonder is the ’rhymeless’ spectacle.

A Time to Heal

Tell me, should a battered, broken heart
Not hide away till time heals the pain?
Or should it stay wide open and apart
And try to trust and love again?

Free-Riding in the City of Accra

In the creeping cord of traffic on the gritty main artery of Adenta Quarter, two draggled, frowzy men hopped off the rear bumper of the trotro (mini bus) in front of me. They’d been freeloading from Madina Town for about three turbulent kilometres. The driver didn’t seem to mind – I wonder why I did.