At a football game, Americans celebrate each TOUCH DOWN, and, then, they go home to the bills they still have to pay.
In each of the last three US presidencies, the Air Force One has TOUCHed DOWN at, and lifted off from, the little airport in Accra.
Life goes on!
Friday, July 10, 2009
Thursday, July 9, 2009
The Colleague
He’s riding pillion in your car
And soon drifts off to sleep
It figures how human you are
Not to push him out your jeep!
You’re playing music in your car
His phone’s playing some too
He comes to sit in like a tsar
And of music, you have two!
The rain brings mist into your car
He takes a rag to clear
He swipes only his view, as far
Forgetting who’s at the steer!
And soon drifts off to sleep
It figures how human you are
Not to push him out your jeep!
You’re playing music in your car
His phone’s playing some too
He comes to sit in like a tsar
And of music, you have two!
The rain brings mist into your car
He takes a rag to clear
He swipes only his view, as far
Forgetting who’s at the steer!
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Man’s Best Friend
A frustrated, frenetic farmer failed to fob off his faithful farm dog from fawning over him. Looking for some time alone, he bit the startled mongrel.
In a far-flung country, a man, febrile from being freshly set upon by a mutt, seized its hinds, and closed his human teeth right back in its cur-coat in a rabid rage of revenge.
And some say the Sapiens and the Canines are best friends.
In a far-flung country, a man, febrile from being freshly set upon by a mutt, seized its hinds, and closed his human teeth right back in its cur-coat in a rabid rage of revenge.
And some say the Sapiens and the Canines are best friends.
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
La Bianca TomaNto Paste
Somebody’s selling tasty tomatoes on TV with a cool calypso chant. Imagine my prize surprise, when I really listened to the blurb lyrics. I took it for gleeful granted that Ghana had ‘imagoed’ from the invented “N” in “maNtches” (that’s [a box of] “matches”) and “tomaNtoes” (well, you know what it is). But there it was in the delightful ditty: La Bianca TomaNto Paste.
I was granting genius to the songwriter-salesman for nosing the notional “N” into “TomaNto” to mimic the other “N” in “BiaNca”, but I reversed my reverence when a vellum-voice, at the end, said “Tomato” without the nagging “N”. So what happened? Somebody's mealy-mouthed about a mistake they didn't want to spend money editing. Or?
I was granting genius to the songwriter-salesman for nosing the notional “N” into “TomaNto” to mimic the other “N” in “BiaNca”, but I reversed my reverence when a vellum-voice, at the end, said “Tomato” without the nagging “N”. So what happened? Somebody's mealy-mouthed about a mistake they didn't want to spend money editing. Or?
Monday, July 6, 2009
Painting for Obama in the City of Accra
The City Auths are lathering a lick of weak whitewash on the cracked kerbs and scarcely-sacred street furniture, one week to the cherub-heralded Coming of Obama. Why don’t they as well glaze some pasteurizing pastel over the sun-scorched faces of the street vendors and beggars too?
Sunday, July 5, 2009
Browning the Home Team
My street neighbour was soaring to a grand house in a more genteel geography, and wanted a titled tenant for her old cabin. I revealed my best friend’s stress for a new address, and she said she would be in touch. But I saw her take sides with the ‘Away’ team, and put in an Indian couple instead.
Saturday, July 4, 2009
Moods Withstood
I do not like this life of moods
It feels like I'm in jail
Or walking alone in dark woods
Unable to exhale
It feels like I'm in jail
Or walking alone in dark woods
Unable to exhale
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