The ball was fun, the ball was fair
It should have made her merry
But being not supposed to be there
Her joy was not very
The brand new dance moves all were stepped
And new intros were made
A few hearts off their feet were swept
And Dora found a mate
But Dora, she did grow tired
She found a place to rest
Sweet sleep was now what she desired
She made a couch her nest
The loud music had stopped to play
When Dora stirred again
A vacant hall, to her dismay
Was all that did remain
Sunday, May 29, 2011
Saturday, May 28, 2011
Ciga-Rette The Ogre (Part 2)
Now, there was a young people's gig
At a neighbouring town hall
Once in a year and always big
It got going at nightfall
Every girl wanted to go
And every boy did too
The threat of wild Ciga-Rette though
Did leave most home and blue
Our Dora did not want to miss
The pleasures of the ball
Dance with a boy; maybe a kiss
She wanted; that was all
She hid some clothes and went to bed
Even before Nora
And when the night was still and dead
She turned a night crawler
At a neighbouring town hall
Once in a year and always big
It got going at nightfall
Every girl wanted to go
And every boy did too
The threat of wild Ciga-Rette though
Did leave most home and blue
Our Dora did not want to miss
The pleasures of the ball
Dance with a boy; maybe a kiss
She wanted; that was all
She hid some clothes and went to bed
Even before Nora
And when the night was still and dead
She turned a night crawler
Friday, May 27, 2011
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
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!)
(The Owner, Driver, Driver's Mate and Sprayer all couldn't spell!)
Thursday, May 26, 2011
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?
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.
Sunday, May 22, 2011
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?
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