Vampires against Mothers in Ghana

We are not developing – we are primitive! Why is it that in 2010, so many women die during childbirth? It is rubbish! Cow dung! I do not think you need state-of-the-effing-art equipment to prevent these thousands of deaths. What you need is competent medical personnel. What you need is caring people. What you need is less negligence. What you need is strong punishment for negligent medical practitioners and establishments. What you need is a jail term or two for a doctor or nurse or midwife or quack. Don’t no doctor feel tres bien in Accra, Bawku or Half Asini for the next year unless maternal deaths nationwide are below 100! Or may you choke on your stethoscope...or sphygmomanometer!

Albert Luthuli Road, Accra

It is a little, arboreal street turning off the Gamal Abdel Naser Avenue at Ridge, in the city of Accra. Luthuli hosts the Ghana Maritime Authority, and a part of the Passport Office, where Accraians, other Ghanaians (and people who sound Nigerian) queue from 5 a.m. for Ghana passports. It also hugs a long wall around a decrepit colonial bungalow. In seven places on the wall, somebody has charcoaled “Don’t urinate here”. It must be that passersby do not know the great South African Chief, so they pee on his 'Nobel' renown. Would they stop if they found out who he was?

Ghana’s Lifeless Premier League

... but they have Chelsea and Arsenal!

It is sooo tiring and tired; dull, drab! Artless players, soulless tv coverage, cheating, beating, whatever. And why are there sixteen, sickly, struggling, saturnine clubs? There should be only eight at that level, for starters.

Girl with a Broom in Accra

When the round, clean-edged, yellow sun was just sprouting up with no blinding rays, I drove by a 4-or-5 year old sweeping the ground in front of a shanty shack. It looked like her home; she, like she was sleepwalking. It is not true to say she was sweeping – from the way the broom dominated her in height and size. It was barely 6 a.m. She should have been asleep or rousing for school.

Sunday School

Are parents twice loving God if they dole to their kids to display, first, and then dunk in the Sunday-School blue bowl?

The Chemistry

I drip with It
In mushy molecules.
Like a faulty tap,
It trickles
When It comes.
If You wait a while,
It collects in a pool.
It ripples deep for You.
It’s better than a gush -
It lasts longer-longer.

The Grey in the Groin

He spends three stiff-neck hours bent over every Saturday, looking for the solitary grey in his pubic hair. He's disappointed to find that he's all black down there, while his beard shows thirty strands. His head - he's been compelled to shave it all!