Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Provocation – One Minute to Murder

Silently suffering the only one United bite two H2 bullets from the band of badass Bavarians, a hoggish, hirsute hobgoblin hobbles between my main man and I, provoking me with his puerile revelry because he’s figured with his kernel brain that I’m a United fan. I eye the coke bottle on the table, imagine his blood on the shiny Equator-Bar floor, but elect to bark at him instead. He scampers off with his tail between his hinds.

Tuesday, March 30, 2010


No darn dictionary can tell me what it means. But I know its main meaning when I’m fringing a cruel cliff, stumbling toward the great gorge below, and one mere metre at my blind back hovers the sole beneficiary of my ‘loaded’ life insurance.

Monday, March 29, 2010

Obama's Legacy & Other Random Questions

Can what feels good ever be wrong?
Has Obama already secured his legacy?
What on Earth is a Goliath Tiger Fish?
Is Cote d’Ivoire serious about Eriksson?

Friday, March 26, 2010

Of Royalty and Fleas

Opinions should be free
To the hundredth degree
If royalty lies with fleas
We'll criticise and sting like bees

Thursday, March 25, 2010

Joshua Clottey Should Shut Up

He fought with the US government for exercising its discretion in refusing his trainer’s visa application. Those were rounds 1 and 2. He fought with Manny Pacquaio, before the real fight, for ‘disrespecting’ him. Those were rounds 3 and 4. He fought a Ghanaian boxer for sparring with Pacquaio (i.e. for being unpatriotic). Those were rounds 5 and 6. Then he ate food which slowed him down. Those were rounds 7 and 8. Then he danced his way to the ring promising a swagger which never showed up. Those were rounds 9 and 10. When the real fight came around, he’d already been boxing for 10 rounds with the whole world, and was so tired that he showed up without the boxer in him. Now he’s complaining about how Ghanaians are treating him post-bout. Was he boxing for personal glory and money or for Ghana? He's fighting everyone, again, before his next real bout.

Joshua Clottey, just shut up!

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Ridge, Accra’s Most Beautiful

Accra’s Most Beautiful is royal, romantic Ridge. It’s not the eerie equilibrium eddying between the quaint colonial-esque concrete cloisters and the modern, steel-and-glass split-levels and skywards, no! It is the towering, titan trees! Neems, Mahoganies, What’s-their-names. They stand sentry, elegantly, on the street-sides and dominate even brick-and-stone. That’s how Accra was meant to strike a pose.

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

I'm Taking a Phone With Me

When we die we leave behind all things material. But what if one object could go with us?

Virgin Mobile Lobster phone - Virgin Radio

If I had to go today, and I could take one object or thing with me, and still use it on the other side, it'd probably be my phone. I'd like to call everyone I love, except that I'm wondering who in Heaven (or elsewhere, lol) provides the service? What object would you take? Would you take a person? Lol.

Monday, March 22, 2010

Broken Promises

I’m evolving into the king of broken promises. On workdays, I proffer public pledges to friends and ‘friendlies’ to visit A or call B over the unhurried weekend. When Saturday stops around, I’m still too busy or deadbeat or traffic-tied at home to defend my honour. They really are my friends, who call themselves my friends. I thank them.

Friday, March 19, 2010

As the Weekend Comes

As the weekend comes
And this week dies,
Make the weekend really come
And let this week’s work really end
Find a soft spot
Somewhere, or in your mind
And float through it
With all the pleasures you can find.

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Between Love and Friendship

The sun still throws a warm glow
And the stars, glint and glitter
The birds chirrup each dawn
And the days are lotused with laughter
A friendship buds like a Portland Rose
Will it blossom on this social side,
Or bloom across The Besotted Line?
There’s love in Friendship and friendship in Love
And then, there is Love, and there is Friendship.

Poetry - Between Love and Friendship

This morning, I felt an old hunger - poetry! I wrote the poem "Between Love and Friendship. I hope you like it.

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Sweet Rainy Morning

In the showery, half-light morning, on the glistening arch arteries of asphyxiated Accra, the downtown drive is slippery, but smooth and swift. The breeze is brisk: barely beginning to bite. I would do anything for this dream downpour drive every morning.

Monday, March 15, 2010

Salt, Soap and Coca Cola

An unfinished domestic in a friend’s house cannot spout a word of everyday English, they say. She does not admit “salt” or “soap” or “television”. But she utters “TV”, “MTN”, “switched off” and “Coca Cola” on autopilot.

Saturday, March 13, 2010

Captain Hook’s Spell

An urbane, cosy restaurant in the Labone/Cantoments neighbourhood in the City of Accra. Its specialty is sea food, and its menu shows both a wide-range fare and healthy high, advance-knowledge prices. It has, how shall we say, maritime decor with mammoth turtle shells, and ‘ship timber’ and ... is that whale bone I saw on the walls? But the one thing that does marvels for my hunger is the sexily short skirts the waitresses wear; and we know the ancient spell that the waitress casts.

Friday, March 12, 2010

Accra Crime Alert – The Case for DIY?

When a domestic doodad breaks down, and you allow in wandering workmen to repair, they may not only come calling; they may also come casing! The Police says the risk runs even with imposters invested in utility company coveralls. Since security-check results are a Haley’s Comet, maybe this is a case for DIY, in the City of Accra, no?

Thursday, March 11, 2010

What if your Partner...

If you discovered that your devoted “Darby” or “Joan” of three years had been dribbling deliberately into your dinner or drink every time they were disconcerted by you, what would you do?

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

The Four-Wheel-Drive Complex

A Jurassic Jeep driver flies past me on the dirt-rocky Spintex Road at 6 a.m., at full, bitumen-surface speed, and cuts into my lane. A sand truck rockets a little rock which cracks the jinxed Jeep’s windscreen. The junk Jeep driver chases the truck...for what?

Friday, March 5, 2010

2 Things You do that I Hate

Red-lighted at the National Theatre, I was wondering why some Accraians keep the protective plastic sheets on the seats to flaunt their shiny, new cars. Just then, I swept over a tall, young woman stand-squatting with legs spread poles apart, lifted skirt, bag armpit-bound, tight-toned thighs, nice...but she was jetting piss in the perpendicular of her triangular legs. I looked hard to catch her face...and the lips she was flashing, but it was dragging dark, and the green lights galled me to go.

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Hating and Spiting

When haters pull up in traffic
And put their noses into your car
You can feel how evil and tragic
Their spiting and loathing are

Monday, March 1, 2010

Everyone’s Saving Grace

Nobody’s utterly useless. We all possess at least one saving grace – one tall talent – that makes the whole world stop, and take nonplussed notice. And we all have the urgent urge to flaunt it foolishly. So, what’s yours?