Ciga-Rette The Ogre (Part 1)

She lived with her mother and sister
Her name, they called her Dora
In their house, there was no Mister
Just mom and twin sister Nora

Nora was quiet and timid
Never too far from home
Dora, she was intrepid
Precocious, loved to roam

Near their village lived an ogre
And its name was Ciga-Rette
Hideous, hairy in a toga
It was village people it ate

Long, long before nightfall
Young and Old rushed indoors
Windows, doors, they locked them all
As Ciga came stalking outdoors

No, He is Cain!

As seen on a trotro earlier today.

(The Owner, Driver, Driver's Mate and Sprayer all couldn't spell!)

Mladic, Oprah & Other Random Questions.

Did Ratko Mladic think he'd go scot-free?
Will Africa see another war in Sudan?
Isn't Obama one of the best presidents already?
Will the world really miss Oprah?

Playing for Africa Peace in the City of Accra

On a rain-drenched Accra afternoon, when Michael Essien partly 'bribed' Ghanaians to accept him in their hearts on his return to the Black Stars, and partly put on a spectacle to appeal for peace on the continent, it was so wonderful to see Drogba and Kalusha, Ljunberg and de Jong, Ashley Cole and StepApp all play on the ridiculously sloshed field in a charity match. Somebody wondered why they did not apply to play it in Tripoli or Mogadishu or Abyei.

Unlicensed Firearms in the City of Accra

Just wondering how many unlicensed (and thus untraceable) firearms are floating ‘beneath the radar’ in the city of Accra? They are imported through the ports, right? And the ports have x-ray detectors, right? And the arms go through undetected, right?

One-Door Cars in the City of Accra

You only need to run your mental fingers over your own body parts to fathom fine specimens of things that come in twos. So I am as bewildered as an oily ‘bofrot’ as to how so many Ghanaians can conspire to call a car with only 1 door on each side a ‘one-door’. Fyi, the ‘culprits’ are not only taxi drivers but also people who ought to know better. Or is it that Accraians think in terms of pairs.

(Bofrot = a sugary, deep-fried flour ball)

Brand Spanking New in the City of Accra

For a long time, during the dark days of mean military machismo, everybody was too scared of unspeakable ‘horribles’ to own a car as fresh as a daisy. In any case, very few possessed the moolah to buy a brand new auto. These days are different – it’s sunny. Many people can, and do, buy ‘wheels’ wrapped in a box. Then, they cruise the city in it for at least 365 days with the seats still rubber-wrapped to prove it is new. Ridiculous!