Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Playgirl Pedicurist
Monday, March 30, 2009
Fairy Tales
I'm thinking of the amazing Hans Christian Andersen and
the old wonderful feeling that everything was possible in life, and that good magic happened one moment in time, and we all lived happily ever after.
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Friday, March 27, 2009
...And That's Good Advice!
Champi Dog Veterinarian Advice by Champi NL
Never take advice from a person who's never worn your glasses (i.e. been in your situation.)
I Demand ...
Punctuality
So that barbers, tailors, mechanics and clerks would arrive at the agreed time and do some darn work!
Openness
So my partner cannot cheat on me simply because they can.
36 hours a day
So that I can spend the extra 8 sleeping (it's the only sleep I will get).
Creativity Opportunities
So that I can finally live the life I want, doing what really makes me happy!
Clear Signs
So that I know you put me above the competition, and do not offer the competition what you offer me.
An Extra Day
So that we can have a 3-day weekend.
A Pay Rise
So that I can justify waking up from bed, to myself!
No-Dogs-Allowed Signs Everywhere
In all the places I go. I just thought you should all know that I loathe canines.
Clearer (not necessarily stricter) Immigration Rules
So that we know who's legally here!
Flexitime
How is a person supposed to live on only one job in Ghana?
Many More Things Than I have Stated Here
Because we should never stop at trying to get better!
Thursday, March 26, 2009
If I Could Tame a Wild Animal
It would have to be my uncivilised hair. Too many girls have asked me why my hair is not "Dada B" (= soft and beautiful). These days, it's easy for me to tell them that my unsightly grown hair is caused by a life so far of bad food. The wild animal I'd like to tame is my hair.
But, then again, a panther is not unthinkable too!
Ponko Huri Ta in the City of Accra
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Finagling Grandpa
Boom-goes-the-dynamite by Aaron & Alli
As an insensitive pre-teen brat, I concealed my Casio digital watch under my grandpa's bed, and set the alarm to go off in ten minutes. I knew he would go up for his afternoon sleep in five minutes. As he lay down, I "chanced" into his room, and narrated to him in calm undertones about how we'd learned about explosive chemicals in Chemistry class that day. Then, I let it slip, by accident, that we - the boys - had gone ahead to devise crude time bombs. Then, in passing, I mentioned that I'd stowed my bomb away under his bed for safekeeping. Eighty-three years of human experience doubted me until I started flying from the room three seconds before the alarm went off. Bless his soul, (and may he continue to rest in heavenly peace) my grandpa shot past me, and bounded down the stairs! It was the quickest I ever saw him move! He was not angry or anything at all. He called me naughty, and patted me on the back. Gee, I loved that prank!
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Obama, Geithner & Other Random Questions
Remove the Death Penalty and let them pay a fee?
Will America leave Obama & Geithner alone?
Why punish one who's confessed on their own?
Monday, March 23, 2009
Give Gladly or Give Not
About five years ago, a female colleague and I suffered a serious bout of a "gift" early in the morning from a very stingy client. We'd disliked him for a long time for the way he strutted about like he lived in a house of gold, although his hands would never slip into his pockets, wallet or slide across a cheque. He plunked it down on my colleague's table - she calls herself TBMN (The Beautiful Miss Nortey). So I asked from across the room, "What is it, then?" The penny-pinching client did not know what his gift was. :-) I took another look at it, and decided it was a cheap, glass paper weight cut like a pyramid, which the cat had dragged in from a one-dollar shop. Between saying our 'thanks' and stifling our smirks, he skirted the open door, and scooted out of the office.
Saturday, March 21, 2009
When I realized I was a Grown-Up, Or Have I?
Friday, March 20, 2009
I Can't Believe My Aunt Did That!
It was way past bedtime. I was only 6 or 7, and quite precocious too. I was talking to my mother and aunt (my mother's friend really). My mother got up to take the tea cups(they'd been having a cuppa) to the kitchen, and my aunt farted so loudly. My mother turned and blamed me. The corner of my aunt's mouth twitched, but she pretended not to know what was going on. I haven't forgiven her at all!
A handkerchief travels with me
A handkerchief
Because Africa's hot, silly!
A wallet
Because I couldn't put my money in my handkerchief.
My ATM card
Would you rather I kept it in the bank vault?
My favourite pub's "Loyal Member" Card
Oh, so you don't like drinks at half price?
Obama's Special Olympics & Other Random Questions
Will Spring 08 change global politics?
Is Google freeloading on Eric Carle?
Shall we call the US lawmaker "Darl"?
Thursday, March 19, 2009
The Layoff Game
Shoe Dazzle & Other Random Questions
Why are all Popes condom-rebellious?
Why are they mad about strikes in France?
Are we all ending the Obama romance?
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
The Need
In the stillness of last night
I lavished six squirts
Of your fancy, fresh fragrance
Onto the soft, virgin pillow
On your vacant side of the bed
I drifted to the verge
Of where you’ve lain luscious before
And savoured six senses
Of your virtual body and soul
[P.S. Last night, an old feeling I'd not felt in ages, overwhelmed me, and would not let me sleep. A poem in me, inspired by strong emotion, wanted out. This is what I got. I really liked writing it, and I hope the person I wrote it for would relish it just as much].
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Random Questions
Isn't Ravalomanana Ratsiraka replayed?
Can Pope Benedict heal Cameroon?
Will Zadari his wife's name ruin?
A Song for You
your smile,
your open, flirty, strawberry smile,
threatening to sweep me off my feet.
it’s your ways,
your ways,
your easygoing, waltzing ways,
almost bringing down my walls.
it’s your eyes,
your eyes,
your pretty, playful, island eyes,
lighting a hot flame in my heart.
it’s you,
just you,
all that i see in you,
that makes me dream and hope.
Impulse
in great shakespeare,
about the firstlings
of the mind
being the firstlings
of the heart. i find,
generally, in that rule,
the heat and impulse of a fool.
but if you nurse a rivalry,
then, i guess the scheme is wise,
to kick the balls of chivalry,
and take the good playwright’s advice.