Lifted by a Dress

Accra, 6.30 a.m. In the thwarting traffic, I wolfed a woman in a dapper dress. Oh, it was russet and sienna and Sea Island cotton ... and more hues of brown and red. It choc’d her brown skin in a warmer glow, and rolled her dynamo hips under its windswept flow. The simplicity and style took me whole, and helium’d my spirits for the rest of the morning.

No Rules, Just Food

Life is claustrophobic enough, as it is, without mentally growing grey about BMI, and cholesterol (which, like angels, comes in good and evil variants) and bland balanced diets. We should simply eat and drink some (but not Nero’s portions) of everything.

Ghanaian Culture & Freeloading

You can have whatever you like
Food, a phone, shoes or a bike
Half of us are freeloaders
If cultural, it's so odious


*Inspired when thinking about all those people in Ghana who would like others to do free professional work for them because of some arcane relationship or acquaintance.

Are You Good-Looking?

What a “stupe-thick” question to ask. Why would anybody answer no? A Ghanaian media company is advertising a job, and that is the opening line: Are You Good-Looking? Even for a TV job, that is a doltish first line. To use an ancient “Ghanaianism”, SWINE!

Breach of Promise to Marry

Imagine you spend some telling time, mad money and expensive emotions on your postcard-perfect partner’s promise to marry you, and, then, they rudely run off with some wicked wretch who also lives on your street. If you knew you could take them to court for bucks and boodle, would you do it?

(Un)Sound Engineers

When I loud-listen to music made in America or Europe, the notes fall clear and crystalline, but homemade Hiplife, played at high decibels, distorts the Bose baseline, and ferries fart sounds through the loudspeakers. The same boom-boom blights neo-Naija music too. Why?

Is It Like That For Shop Assistants?

I dived into a convenience shop, at 10 p.m., on my way home, last night. The friendly shop assistants were counting coins by the tedious thousands at their sales stations. They told me that they had to repeat the routine morning and night, everyday. I didn’t have the heart to take my (substantial) change.