Kindred Spirits

Give me a day
To catch my breath
To still my heart

Cut me a sliver
Of your sugary soul
To fill my heart with sweetness

Plant me a kiss
From your lovely lips
To catch my youth forever

Hold me to you
Tenderly in your arms
A hug to call me yours

Smile me some gold
And silver in your eyes
Bathe my house in sunlight

Tell me a tale
Of love and long ago
Of laughter and of glee

Sing me a song
Sing deep and deeper still
And bring tears to my eyes

Spare me a thought
Of absence, hearts and fondness
For I’m always missing you

Lock me in a look
The power of your eyes
My feelings freeze for all time

This universe we share
Is quite a pretty thing
Because you and I are 'natural'

Stretch your arms and touch me
Whisper your answer to my wish
The truth I’ve always known.

For: The Woman I know was made just for me! I believe. Please Believe!

Back-Stabbing – The Anlo Experience

In 1783, warriors from Akyem, Ada, Akwapem and Ga ganged up with Denmark (yes, Danes!) to fight a war with the great and proud people of Anlo. What had the Anlos done? Oh, they’d only pillaged a Danish trade caravan and killed its leader (just one man) of whose names only Thessen appears to have survived history.

Against the force of such an overwhelming conspiracy, the great Anlos lost to the Danes and the back-stabbers, and were ruled and controlled by Denmark until 1850 when they suffered the ignominy of being passed along to Great Britain along with other ‘possessions’ of Denmark, which had lost interest(?) in what is present-day Ghana.

One Million Paths to Love

Time and Attraction
soon lure love to themselves;
Wit and Humour
fetch a fertile fondness;
Smiles and Kindness
will coax cascading affection;
Loneliness and Presence
bind unlikely souls together;
Risk and Adventure
ravish reason with seduction -
One million paths to Love.

Kwahu Easter Fiesta

Obo, Obomeng, Atibie, Mpraeso: they attract revelling crowds from the 4 corners of Ghana and lands beyond. Rarefied-air-on-mountaintop, music and barbecue tightly hugging the narrow, eroding-bitumen streets on either side, wealthy chateaux holding hands with old, 1970s homes.

At Atibie: paragliding for foreigners (because it costs GH¢50 a glide), at Mpraeso: Music Music by TV3, at Obomeng: founts of drink and mounts of food. But, this year, somebody directed that no women should wear miniskirts, hot shorts or short dresses. Next year, they’ll lose numbers.

Egoprovocation

While exiting a white-goods shop with Lil Girl, a bloke pulls up and waves at her, so we figure they’re familiar. I’m stowing a bag in the boot, when bloke accosts Lil Girl and whispers that she’s beautiful and he wants her number. Lil Girl calmly gestures towards me and says that her husband would not like that. Oaf-bloke turns around and ‘penguins’ into the shop. He’s fat, and his boxers are oozing out of his sagging jeans.