Pool Parties in the City of Accra

I haven’t been to any yet (oh, won’t somebody invite me next time) so I speak only to toothsome tableaux and savoury polaroids I have sneak-reviewed. Seeing that there is hardly a body or ripple in the luscious eye of the pool, why do you christen the evening a pool party? Is it because of your liquid flirtations next to one? Or are you just extravagantly excited at the excuse (a water body nearby) to serve healthy portions of unwrapped eye candy which you would probably not at high noon in Central Accra, at the Golden Tulip or even in your Dzorwulu or Adenta neighbourhood streets?

Riding on the Middle Line

Death-defying motorcyclists creating an arrogant aisle between the regulation lanes. They overtake your tarrying car or ‘takeover’ your phone without your permission. Today, I saw a car skid and slug two riders on a bike behind me. They took a spill off their wheels; the bike slammed into my innocent rear bumper, the riders flopped heavily on my boot. I darted out to make sure there was no bump or blood on my car. It was only a little dent – no bigger than the size of the riders' combined brains. As I sat back in (it took all of forty seconds) people were carrying ‘twisted legs’ off the street. Will they stay in line next time?

Reality Check One

The Accra Air no longer crackles crisp with the electric electoral fairytales. Lethargically, people yield to real-life living. It matters not a rat’s arse who is the president – Accraians have to drudge, commute, pay bills, economise, agonise, save a little more than little and hope to acquire property that’s too big to fit in a box, the pocket or on a cart. Life’s like that! Trivia excites. Dreams and celebrations come in thick-coming fancies. But, now, it’s time to scurry into the fields, each man for himself, and dig some damn trenches.

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.

Fool's Gold

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

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.)