tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75643568745181617762024-03-13T05:54:19.414+00:00ANTI-RHYTHMUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1006125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564356874518161776.post-33285198990585590692016-02-13T10:38:00.001+00:002016-02-13T11:17:30.751+00:00Doing 'La-pour' in the City of Accra<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">When I was a curious, capering child street-sauntering at Achimota School, there was an obliging, octogenarian gardener with no known name. People called him "La-pour". La-pour taught me many things, including how to count from one to ten in Ga. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The backstory goes that, many years earlier, La-pour had played along with his fellows at work, while they pilfered bags of flour from their employer. Then, La-pour (the man) promptly turned to 'do la-pour' (the snitching), and his mates were fired. Good man! He received ridicule from his community, lost his real name, and got a shame-name. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The other day, an obviously loved MP was brutally bayoneted to death at home.Between a former prisoner, a phone repairer and the police, a suspect was arrested in a half-blink. These people went to 'do la-pour'. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">That's where we are, now, in Ghana. With crime and cruelty cruising at abandoned altitudes, it's time to make observation and la-pour-ing to the police a way of life.
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564356874518161776.post-56186927711793612142014-07-23T17:58:00.002+00:002014-07-23T18:00:48.315+00:00Sex Tapes on Social MediaYoung, impetuous idiots. Why tape the transgression? Can't you just find forbidden fruit anytime? What am I saying? Shouldn't you be seducing your syllabi senseless?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564356874518161776.post-5994051253723538442014-07-15T08:36:00.001+00:002014-07-15T09:27:29.785+00:00Soldiers Against Black Magic<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A security chief of a company was
being replaced. He’d been caught sozzled on the job. The next Monday morning,
he was introduced to his replacement. The CEO asked the two to work together
for one week. A transition. They were both ex soldiers. Fit. Strong. In good
health. Apparently. They started on a tour of the grounds. Two minutes into the
tour, the new security capo collapsed. He was whisked to the hospital, where he
came to. His vital signs read healthy. He zoomed back to normal in minutes. The
next day, he emailed the CEO to say he’d not be taking the job. His reason – he
didn’t want to expire by black magic.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">What about you? Do you know of any similarly
weird stories? Do you believe that black magic works at all. And in this way?</span></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564356874518161776.post-76219079320875144312014-04-02T18:30:00.000+00:002014-04-02T18:35:09.175+00:00In Jest of MUSIGA<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Just one pageant probably plays per night – pick whenever –
in the city of Accra. Performers pitch bruising background battles to snatch a
slot in the spectacle. Fiercer flashpoints erupt everywhere when fatuous awards
are arriving. Every flippant, flippety-flop figures that ‘four or five
figurines will be fine for me.’ Why, then, do performers pretend to pool
together with one positive purpose?</span></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564356874518161776.post-43331583723701773492014-03-26T18:38:00.002+00:002014-03-26T18:38:43.197+00:00Black Woman with Natural Hair<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She explodes through the pixilated
party-crowd with effervescing energy in her honeycomb. Kinky, coily, fluffy, black stuff, sparkling and fizzing towards the bar...where I stand. In her milky white dress, she radiates her foamy halo in my face. The hair whispers to me, and takes me. The cameo’s over, the music floods back. She glides away
with me.</span></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564356874518161776.post-29105716432822808492014-03-24T20:52:00.000+00:002014-03-24T20:52:15.685+00:00Old Warriors and Pretty Young Wives – Pt 5 (The End)<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He shadowed
her around the house</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Suspicious
if she fed a mouse</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She'd stopped
him from keeping his spear</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Not at home
or anywhere near</span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She stayed
young, he grew older</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And the gap
between them bolder</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And she
started to miss her husband</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The one that
they had cruelly canned</span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As she
cooked he’d sit behind her</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">While she
fanned the fire in a blur</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">His memories
would come a-floodin’</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And he’d
sing his fears a-sudden</span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Adwoa, I’m frightened
by your fanning</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Eno Adwoa,
what are you planning?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Is there a
spear out there tonight?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Eno, will I
live to see the light?</span></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564356874518161776.post-17545113099935400782014-03-23T09:36:00.001+00:002014-03-23T09:36:17.599+00:00Old Warriors and Pretty Young Wives - Pt 4<p dir="ltr"><b>Déjà Vu</b></p>
<p dir="ltr">An old warrior lost his life <br>
And his killer found a wife<br>
Their little secret - it was kept<br>
Though out the baby crept</p>
<p dir="ltr">The years flashed by rapidly <br>
The warrior aged inevitably <br>
But Adwoa, the warriors' woman<br>
Her genes stayed young - unkind omen</p>
<p dir="ltr">First went her pleasant responses <br>
Then came her repeat absences<br>
He blamed it on that the child died<br>
Other reasons, he feared, denied </p>
<p dir="ltr">He'd won a thousand battles<br>
Acquired great wealth and chattels<br>
But his power was on the wane<br>
And the blood cooled in his vein <br>
</p>
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<p dir="ltr">At night, with stealth, he crossed town bounds<br>
Unseen by sentries, late lovers or hounds<br>
When he reached the marked homestead <br>
The time was still and eerie-dead</p>
<p dir="ltr">He could not see into the court <br>
Nor could he starboard or port <br>
But a fire was blazing high<br>
Adwoa must be cooking nigh</p>
<p dir="ltr">Movement crossed his vision near<br>
And he drew his trusted spear<br>
And Adwoa took her big, broad fan<br>
Thus unfolded love's cruel plan</p>
<p dir="ltr">Her fanning had a meaning </p><p dir="ltr">That her husband was serening</p><p dir="ltr">In his corner lazy chair </p><p dir="ltr">The spear struck, his head split like a pear</p>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>The Plot</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She’d go to
her old man at night</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But he’d
lost his warrior’s might</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And would he
take the father’s blame</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">When he
could not light a flame?</span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The time, it
was a-going</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Her bump, it
was a-showing</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Women
whispered under the trees</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As she passed,
through cough and sneeze</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Oh, her name
was Adwoa</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Her old man
called her Eno</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But her
response became sour</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As he
aged into a minnow</span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The young
lovers turned to fear</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Shame and execution
nestled near</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">They had now
to run away</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Or the old
cuckold to slay</span></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564356874518161776.post-70008846047142908912014-03-20T18:09:00.000+00:002014-03-21T09:32:03.076+00:00Old Warriors and Pretty Young Wives - Pt 1<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Just A Little Bit of Fun</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">An old
warrior and his pretty young wife</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Lived a
quiet and peaceful life</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">With the
spoils of war, and not a care</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But a fire
was raging in her</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A great
conqueror he'd once been</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But his
spirit was no longer keen</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And her
blood was hot and boiling</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And her old
man just a-toiling</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So she made
friends with a young man</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A fierce
warrior from a nearby clan</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And they’d
sneak away many nights</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">While the
vet dreamt of his ancient fights</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">In no time,
she had a fever</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Her young
champ had loved with fervour</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And the
oldie would soon come round</span></div>
<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">To her
little growing mound</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564356874518161776.post-75573992331910990752014-03-12T15:35:00.001+00:002014-03-12T15:38:05.137+00:00Can We Ever Like Our Cops? <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: justify;">
Tell me - is there anything rarer in this land than a courteous traffic cop? (Not counting dollar transactions or the frequency of my blog posts). Recently, a cop 'arrested' my sister for jumping the "amber lights" at 10 pm. After apologies and a promise to be of good behaviour only made him angry, she resigned to going to the police station with him. Don't you think that should have pleased him? Well it didn't. </div>
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<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: justify;">
One hour later, he had failed to bully her to offer him a bribe of 400 Cedis. And he could no longer take her to the station because he couldn't explain why a 5-minute drive had taken an hour at traffic-less 10 pm. When passersby inched closer to smell what he was cooking up at the roadside at that time, he quickly crawled into a getaway hole. <br />
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</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
The men in black</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
Are difficult to back.</div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The door flies agape, and the boor slimes in. He
flings it the other way, and nearly plasters the face of the woman in his wake.
He plods to the queue, and snakes along to the head where a little kid stands.
On the next turn, he swats the infant aside with his left hand. While making
his order, his ‘megaphone’ bangs out of his pocket. In three minutes, he
broadcasts his side affair to the whole world. Then, he makes his order. He
foot-sweeps the tiles on his way out. He flops into the car before he remembers
the woman he came with. She’s barely sat down, when he shoots the car forward, cutting
across a moving car beside him. His music blares out in doltish decibels. His
smirk shows he’s proved how important he is.</span></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564356874518161776.post-80805031574894669302013-12-13T08:05:00.000+00:002013-12-13T08:05:45.283+00:00The Small Claims Man<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">That afternoon, he was uneasily
installed behind a tiny, dark-wood desk. That morning, he’d chosen a chimera of
a lime green shirt matched with a black necktie with dirty white stripes...or a
white necktie with faded black stripes. If planned as a weapon to disorient me,
then first blood to him. While he negotiated a small insurance claim with me,
my eyes tried to negotiate a huge, yellow splotch out of his tie. Both
negotiations failed. We agreed to come back another day. I then escaped from this
semi-piebald-semi-skewbald circus.</span></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564356874518161776.post-90910238106781169492013-11-08T13:14:00.002+00:002013-11-08T13:14:20.337+00:00On the Transience of Public Office<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I want to live my life</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Above political strife</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The level I'm at today</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Shouldn't overnight sneak away</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564356874518161776.post-32721154064812915612013-11-07T19:20:00.002+00:002013-11-07T19:20:19.590+00:00Honey, I Changed My Face<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-size: 11pt;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I
guess padded bras and bums fall in this category – duty of disclosure. My
office mates cannot agree on whether she should have told him. I’m talking
about the ‘ugly’ Chinese woman who went under the knife, erased her past,
loathsome life, and then became a wife. If there’s a duty, is it legal or
moral? Office Female Miss Little Naughty says she didn’t owe him zilch. But she
says he’d have owed her a duty of disclosure if he was a transsexual. How about
hair implants? Or breast enlargement? Or replaced teeth? Liposuction? It can
get absurd. Oh, bleached / toned / lightened / de-melanin-ed skin? Duty,
anyone?</span></span></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564356874518161776.post-77746114029775852162013-07-25T20:38:00.000+00:002013-07-25T20:38:22.450+00:00Washington Monument to be Renamed for Obama!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This heading doesn't deserve 'funny'. But, then again, ha ha ha ha ha. Ha! Funny and disturbing at once. It is a joke. In more ways that one, it is. It would not happen in the United States. But it is threatening to happen ... in Ghana (where else, but God's own country of doltish pantomime?). Citizens stirred one morning to hear about a change. A monument named after the designer of our flag (God bless her flowery creativity) was about to be ... deflowered. The national hockey stadium was named after the hallowed matron and was well-received. Somebody ejected prematurely from their bed and decided to change that. It was going to be renamed after a much-loved ex president who died on the job. Never mind that the former 'High Street' and a few other monuments are already his in name (directly or indirectly). When the public rightly cried out, an anaemic explanation was offered: "We won't rename the entire stadium; only the brick and mortar; we will keep her name on the grass". Okay, so it is not really grass they play on, but you get my indignation. Rubbish, poppycock, claptrap! AND WHILE SHE IS STILL ALIVE! When people get hare-brain ideas (in a land of little light) and zoom off to announce it on the nearest working microphone, this is what happens.The president appears indigné</span><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> aussi. There's said to be a summons to the presidency. How do you start to explain away such a cerebral non-event?</span></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564356874518161776.post-44185737527965891652013-07-11T19:00:00.000+00:002013-07-11T19:00:03.001+00:00Neither is Spelling!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As seen near the presidential palace.</span><br />
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Will the fires stop if the petitioners win their case?</div>
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Will RLG next build houses for members of the opposition?</div>
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Will something, anything, please keep Kevin-Prince from Ghana?</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564356874518161776.post-27366791183211398142013-05-25T11:54:00.000+00:002013-05-25T12:02:35.527+00:00The Man Who Wanted Minerals<div style="text-align: justify;">
He's a cool-looking dude. I can almost see the silver spoon in his mouth. I can see the 'uppity' in his face and all, except he needs the 7-minute workout. He plonks on the seat next to me in business class and kicks off his shoes. Strike one. When the stewardess shuffles over to us, she sounds genuinely like she's from Southern Africa. She asks if I'd like some tea, hot chocolate, coffee or juice. I say juice. She says she has pineapple, apple and 'mengo'. I choose 'mengo'. Seat-mate has already snoozed off. She wakes him up and repeats the 'mengo' speech. Then he asks, 'Don't you have minerals?' Strike two. She's lost; I'm shocked. Were we in 1985? He goes on, 'Like Coke, Mirinda...' That's strike three. She shakes her head. He whines, 'I don't like those hot things.' So he picks pineapple.</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564356874518161776.post-68565815400295267972013-05-16T18:53:00.000+00:002013-05-17T11:24:38.760+00:00Poor Mother of Poor Twins<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The sex was unlawful - sixteen year olds can't have legal sex in Ghana - and poorly executed (unprotected). I guess she didn't feel like a child then. The twins are lovely bundles of joy as children should be, except they're just one bundle! Suddenly their mother is a child; not mature enough to accept other children (her children) as they are. Then, again, I wonder if I'd be different.</span></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564356874518161776.post-14612886018347785582013-05-14T07:36:00.000+00:002013-05-14T08:11:39.906+00:00Early Early Birds in the City of Accra<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Is there still such a thing as stirring early at 7 am in Accra? The traffic has wrought wise owls of us all. We've had to push </span><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">forward</span><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">leave-nest time by 15 minutes every 6 months for the past 10 years. Now I wake up at silly-goose hour. The city flies the coop when a subway is suggested, and we're all chicken-livered at the idea of bicycles. But why should we ride and be a sitting duck for the trotro-bus to peck our limbs off? They swoop around the city as the crow flies. By the time the city authorities get their ducks in one row, the early-bird worm will wriggle out at 2 am.</span></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564356874518161776.post-63331495413279649392013-05-09T19:00:00.000+00:002013-05-09T19:43:20.908+00:00How the Military Assaulted, Non-Assaulted, then Un-Assaulted a Journo<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">When you blow a cloud of dust on my face, or spill a cup of water down
my back, tickle my pits, dribble your forefinger down my cheek, or trickle
melted chocolate on my chest while I’m asleep, without my consent, you have
assaulted me in law. So when videos went viral of Ghanaian G.I.s (hyperbole
alert!) choke-holding, hammer-locking, strong-shoving and face-tossing a
pussycat journo on Independence Day, I joined to shout the ‘shame’ refrain. And when the military opened Ostrich investigations, called as many as zero witnesses
and played possum with the raw, stripped, naked truth, I dog-pissed on their decency.
What did they go and do? They went to say sorry. I accept; I hope the victim
does too.</span></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564356874518161776.post-78534483874243676672013-05-07T13:26:00.002+00:002013-05-07T13:31:46.966+00:00Kantamanto - A Reason for a Fire<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I recently favourited a tweet by @Be_Wisdom: “Surburbia
is where the developer bulldozes out the trees, then names the streets after
them ~ Bill Vaughan”. Some developer or interloper whooshed a flame through a tin-and-wood
Central-Accra market that's crowded thick as fleas. The police won’t find the
arsonist. I suspect strongly that the cinders are intended to make way for the
construction of a capitalist, concrete-architectural crime-scene (how else to
describe the explosive sprout of sterile office and apartment blocks in the
least-green city that I know?). These traders are squatters in most of these
settlements – we all know that; but usually squatters on governmental no-man’s
land; permitted to settle for a decade or two or three. After the cinders, the
riots, the cracked skulls, the lies, the justifications and the public loss of
interest, a hideous and humongous habitat will hulk over the land that was
known as Kantamanto.</span></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564356874518161776.post-86296033838595944472013-05-03T16:21:00.000+00:002013-05-03T16:26:31.428+00:00A Set of What?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I bet your system includes a planet called Pluto. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">2 reasons I wouldn't buy that.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564356874518161776.post-42914903737371896922013-04-24T21:01:00.001+00:002013-04-24T21:01:12.788+00:00German Football Highs & Other Random Questions<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Will all German teams now score 4 goals in their sleep?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Does live tv make court proceedings better?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Will Luiz Suarez grow up at last?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Will Apple's fortunes go down forever?</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3