Foreskin Alert!

Spending a pleasant penny in the men’s room in our office building. Scary-looking dude clicks his hard soles into the room. Though there’s plenty of pee room beside me, dude is just standing behind me twiddling with his fly. I do a half-turn and fix a stern eye. Dude heads to the toilet-cubicles. I hear the jet of pee hit the bowl. Then, it all comes to me. Dude is hiding the fact that he still possesses a hermit prepuce!

Ideal Love for Your Partner

You have to view them
Like a star on TV.
Do not examine them
Under a microscope.

I’m Pregnant for You!

That got you reading, no? How many times I hear people say ‘pregnant for’ when talking about a gravid girl and her siring mate! The elusive preposition to put some cheery decency into the situational biology is ‘with’. ‘A’ is pregnant WITH ‘B’, and not FOR ‘B’, unless the obstetric outcome is under a curious contract by which ‘B’ paid money to ‘A’ to get pregnant for ‘B’. It could also sadly mean that ‘A’, who is pregnant, does not love the child, even before the poor thing is born. If you would say ‘with’, then we could all go away with gossip and the hope that the coming child arrives to love and not regret.

Fantasies of a 31 Year Old

So, what should you do,
When you're almost thirty-two,
With unexplored fantasies,
And hormones playing 'Tease'?

Crying Women in the City of Accra

What mighty misfortune visits, that a fully-grown, self-possessed woman should jaywalk like a just-orphaned waif, at solar-soaked midday, in front of the presidential palace in the city of Accra, ululating unconsoled, with her hands on her head, while searching the faces of anguished watchers in the traffic streaming by? Is that a portrait of how people generally feel about life? Huh? Huh?

Harmattan Heat Season

Cold, Dry Wind in jejune January
Hold your lecherous lick until I’m snoozing
Or blow your foxy feistiness the other way
I’ve made a painful promise of Chastity

A Rueful Class Reunion in the City of Accra

We had a mini reunion not many nights ago. One of our colleagues was taking the lead leap of launching his solo practice. We were all proud of him ... I hope :-). But two of the vicious vixens in our class were curare-paralysed with envy when another of the more visible of our guys touched down with his spicy senorita. She was in a dress cut and uncut to show off her young, cavernous, hips-don’t-lie body in many heart-stopping cameos. The sneers, snide remarks and non-discreet snickering didn’t make it to their already-ageing eyes. The rest of us loved it when mock choking turned real for the one with the most post-school, personal-life mistakes (I know it’s wicked, but it was fun).