Thursday, September 9, 2010
Menages a Trois - Age is Just a Number
I caught two old black dames on a red bus shamelessly checking out me in a grey 'skin' suit, light blue shirt and a super-sexy tie. They both smiled at me, and one gave the thumbs up they couldn't honestly deny me (tongue in cheek). For 30 minutes, I def walked taller.
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Skunks on the Loose
You’re in a crowded place, like on a bus, and the hygiene’s dysfunctional for some of the people around you. Did they not realise at home? Skunks are not repulsed by their own scandalous scent. Maybe humans are the same. They should leave the skunk at home.
Saturday, September 4, 2010
Claiming Accra
So, what's in all these names?
The national arena of games
Was first named after Accra
Then renamed for a sports Czar
It was claimed he was not from Accra
So the name-change was a scar
The mayor penned a daring decree
Reverse the name did he!
It happened in the capital
A city no longer ‘local’
Can the group which came here first
Make us bend to its will, coerced?
The national arena of games
Was first named after Accra
Then renamed for a sports Czar
It was claimed he was not from Accra
So the name-change was a scar
The mayor penned a daring decree
Reverse the name did he!
It happened in the capital
A city no longer ‘local’
Can the group which came here first
Make us bend to its will, coerced?
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Vendors with Bells in the City of Accra
Today, I drove past a frowning fat man in a yellow MTN vendor’s vest. He was pitching strips of rubber-sealed phone top-up cards in front of the Palace Hypermarket (what’s that?) on the Spintex Road. Nobody was buying his cards (which must explain his fat fart face). But what really stood him out in the pedlars’ queue was the little black metal bell in his right hand – a now-not-so-common selling aid. With tiny twitches of his wrist, his three-clang cadence compelled attention to his common cards.
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Fighting Crime by Sacking the Police
Mexico’s police are in a wanton war against thugs, drug traffickers, kidnappers, escaped prisoners, robbers, criminals. It’s ‘the trenches’ – nobody’s winning. The Mexican police are corrupt; they play both felon and catcher (but I wonder if this isn’t true in most countries). The government has sacked 3,200 of them (that’s 10 percent); another 1,000 may follow soon. That country must feel on sure ground, unthreatened and unmolested. Ghana probably needs to axe more than 50 percent of her own force, no? But, in the time it took to train replacements, the recidivist ruthless robbers would wipe us all out.
Monday, August 30, 2010
What I'd Say to My 16-Year-Old Self
What's with the rough, pineapple face? And quit being such a wuss. Walk over and say hi to that girl! She won't bite!
Sunday, August 29, 2010
One Law I'd Abolish
Dangerous Risk Adrenaline Suicide by Fear of Falling
The crime of 'Attempted Suicide'. If I could reverse one law, this would be it! What business of the State is it, if I remove me from this world?
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