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Saturday 28 February 2015

Puppishgirl at One

February ends today and I just remembered that the Puppishgirl forgot to observe her anniversary.  Oh yes! I sincerely hope I do not forget my birthday because I've been wondering how people can forget their  birthdays.

'I have cried
I have laughed
I have learned
I have grown
I've offended people
I have been controversial in my submissions
I made a few enemies
I made some friends
I got  constructive criticisms
I got patted on the back
... I'm living my dream'

That describes the year long journey. A year ago, I began blogging not knowing exactly what I would be posting. I just needed the space to develop my writing skills, to explore various subjects and to write a piece of my mind at all times without restrictions.

I wondered what exactly I wanted to communicate to my readers. I'm still on the discovery journey but I can tell that, I have written quite a few beautiful pieces  that people can relate to. I have always wanted a personal blog and I finally got one.

Starting off with beautiful poems, I gradually could deal with daily issues and not restrict myself to love poems. Sometimes I overstepped my boundaries and hit on people. These people decided to hit back and I got over a hundred comments for expressing my opinion as the puppishgirl.  I have made enemies after that who would not read anything from the puppishgirl because my post was exported from tango to facebook.

I was never and I'm still not a social media person. I love my privacy, I love to be the girl who isn't known on social media yet what I do is linked with social media.  I appreciate every single comment.  Those posted and those sent to me privately. I appreciate the people who take their time to read every single thing I post. It feels special to know that someone actually reads what I write. I appreciate good friends.  Those that helped me with this blog, sharing my posts on social media,  proofreading and  helping me with posting till I learned to do it all alone. I appreciate all the experiences thus far.

From writing down my Girl Guides camping experiences into fiction at age ten, to getting published for the first time in the 'Young Mirror' at age fifteen, through all the Mirror, Spectator, P&P, Magazines and Website publications,  I've loved every single bit of it.

My sincere apologies to the people I offended whilst trying to pursue my dream. From my recent post that was in three parts which I quickly removed because I value relationships and friendships and would hate to lose a friend because of my blog post. My tango post which got exported and earned over a hundred comments on facebook taught me that on this journey, I would be faced with tough situations such as reading negative comments and even attacks on my personality. It has made me tough and taught me to be careful in my submissions next time.

Regardless of these, I have had a good first year as a blogger.
Thanks to the people who encouraged me and said I could do this. Someone showed me his inbox a few days ago.  Lots of blog posts from the Puppishgirl and he had been reading them. It made me smile.
Thanks to everyone.
Life would be boring without writing and reading. ...
Puppishgirl is grateful for people like you!

Friday 27 February 2015

If I'm History. ...


I miss your stupid face
It made me smile a million times a day. ..
I miss your silly attitude
It made me really happy...
I miss roshing you
I miss you roshing me
It taught me to be tolerant. ..
I miss you teasing me
It felt annoying but really nice...
I miss our stupid fights
It sometimes made me laugh and want to cry...
I miss our gibberish conversations
It got me elated,smiling and laughing stupidly after...
I miss you calling me tp
It made me feel special and  appreciated, I always wanted to  be your tp and it propelled me on to be that 'good girl.....'
I miss you telling me I look pretty
It felt super good like; 'he thinks I'm soooo pretty even without make up....'
I miss you begging me to mind you
I felt like I was super important to you...
I miss you texting me
It made me happy. ..
I miss you calling me
It felt special like he thinks of me every morning . ...
I miss seeing your handsome face
Even if you say you are ugly,
To me, you are the most handsome guy on  planet earth...
Inside and out
Because I know that beyond those tender eyes, Is a beautiful soul...
I miss your smile
Quite beautiful and refreshing. ..
I miss your teeth
White sparkling like the colour of your heart...
I think your heart is white...
I pushed you
You pushed me but I still miss you for a 1001 reasons and more
I cannot enumerate or enunciate...
I miss being your favourite baby
but it doesn't hurt anymore
Life goes on if you can be able to throw all that away for a piece of the world...
I miss you  but if  I'm history,
If I'm a forgotten chapter...
If I'm a read book...
If I'm a favourite novel turned jejune...
That won't stop me from missing you. 






Sometimes, strangers make you feel better than those you've known forever. This is for two amazing new friends; for those encouraging words, for the laughter and  all the nice things you said to me today. N.A and S.C...x


Thursday 19 February 2015

My Stupidity! !

I wasn't planning to post anything today because I'm under the weather and trying to get well but some dude just made me want to post this.

So my brother's driver drops me off at the pharmacy because I need to get some medication for my flu. I walk in there, just when I have told the pharmacist what I want:actifed and she is asking whether I want the syrup or tablet, the one for only blocked nose or blocked nose and cough, this guy walks in and he's the center of attention because of his fake accent.
Guy: Postinor 2 please
Pharmacist: 24.00 cedis
Guy: why?
Pharmacist: smiles
Guy: is it original?
Assistant: it's postinor 2 from Ernest chemist
Do we have fake and original?
Pharmacist: postinor 2 from Ernest chemist
Guy: Don't you have another one?
Pharmacist: Potex
Guy: How much is that
Apparently settles for Potex
Guy: It does the same thing right?
Pharmacist: Yes, emergency contraceptive.
Guy: laughs out loud...so why is it cheaper
Everyone keeps quiet. He pays for the potex and walks away. Potex is half the price I guess.
The guy drives a good car. I want to assume it belongs to him....I beg to differ.

I'm thinking,  it's so sweet of the guy to be the one getting the morning after pill. I like the fact that he's accepting responsibility and also trying to avoid unwanted pregnancy instead of a sister having to do it alone. On the other hand, this guy is trying to buy a sister the cheapest of drugs though I sincerely have not used the drug in question before and so cannot tell the difference. 

This guy has left lots of unanswered questions seriously.  I'm wondering,  why are you bursting the nuts when you are not ready to be responsible and are not taking precaution?  And if you want to avoid unwanted pregnancy, why not use the best of drugs? I think, the higher the price of the drug, the more effective it is right? So I assume Postinor 2 should be the preferred choice.  Yet this guy from everything,  wants the cheapest way out.  Why are some guys so insensitive?  The sister is going  to take the drug alone please. If anything happens to her, it will happen to just her, not you.

I guess it is said that such drugs have no side effects but I know from stories I have heard that such drugs make you have your period either exactly on the said date you are expecting it or even before, depending on when you take the pill.  I do not like that mensturating bit of womanhood at all personally.  So  I can imagine what it would feel like having it unexpectedly. Yet a sister has to go through this to pay for the actions of two people. The least a guy can do is be there, which I think he has done by going to get the drug. I will expect him to show her the best of love before and after she takes it. The other thing he could have done was to make sure he got her the best or avoid getting there by using other preventive methods.

It is said to have no side effects.  Are they sure? What about future implications on the woman? And Psychologically?  Oh well! Just wondering.

Every girl deserves the best. Guys should stop treating girls like some girls deserve the world and others a container. You guys hurt the girls and change their perception about love so she becomes bitter and even cannot see it when the good guy comes around. Guys are cheating on innocent girls who do all they can for them and end up teaching these girls to become bad. Same guys branding girls as bad when you are the ones teaching them that being bad is better than being good, because afterall, being good isn't appreciated.

Our mothers should begin to teach their sons to be real gentlemen.  A guy invites a girl to go to his house, they have a good time and the guy has no manners to get the girl back home. True gentlemen invite girls and make sure they get them back to their destinations.  Which ever way you choose to do it, it's your job unless she has a car....funny, I beg to differ.

Guys are having it the easy way out. With girls having to take care of themselves and the guys too. Well it's a relationship, you are not her father but if you cannot go out of your way to do the basic things for her, you are not loving her right.

I remember a certain sweet who always bought me airtime because I was his girlfriend. I got used to having someone buy me airtime, I never learned to buy my own airtime until recently.   I did not have to ask, he sent it on a weekly basis. Perhaps,  he thought buying me airtime was the least he could do for me but I appreciated it so much. It made me think of him as someone who thought I would need it once he was buying some for himself. Like; 'my boyfriend buys me airtime anytime he's buying for himself' and that was thoughtful of him. On the other hand, he taught me to buy airtime for people I'm sweet on. God bless him though.

Girls stop spoiling guys and causing them to mistreat you. Spoiling him by not letting him be responsible as a man, towards you. If a guy likes you, even if he doesn't have the means, he will find a way to make you happy. Won't say anymore sisters. If he isn't doing it for you, , there's someone he's doing it for. Don't cry when you find that out because you chose to help him. There's nothing wrong with helping a guy, I'm just saying don't fully assume his role for him, that's all!

Guys, if you can't adhere to the norms and customs of an idol, don't start worshipping it at all . My dear sisters,  some of you are even doing more than emergency contraceptive pills. Abortions.....etc.  Please value yourselves. He isn't  married to you!  Giving it out to just any undeserving person.  Your ........is for benefits. I'm done addressing this issue.

Don't end up saying:' My stupidity' some day!

I hope that sister taking the potex or whatever it is called tonight will get some good loving and get the best of drugs from her man next time. Every girl deserves the best. I hope the man who has her realises it early before he loses her. One man's spit is another man's weed.



Shout out to the guys doing it right: not assuming the role of her father, doing the PDA because you feel that way and making her feel special even when it's just the two of you, buying her flowers: Gh boys are becoming like....sending her airtime not because she asked for it, buying random gifts for her even if it's nothing expensive,  paying for her time at the spa once a while because you want to be part...taking her to the African Sun and all the best places because you want her to think she deserves the best and that you can take care of her as her man. Buying her that bag you saw some girl holding because you got your monthly pay when she hasn't asked for it. Thinking about her anytime you see a girl who has it all; the face, boobs, ass etc and saying to yourself;'my baby has it all too, she's fine, she's a queen' instead of leering after other girls and causing your sight to make your mind.... Sharing your 'nothing' the most little thing with her.Remember, love is also about how you make the person feel: special and cherished.
You are the best!







This is for a friend  who actually makes me feel like 'yeah, I've got it all, I'm a queen. Like, I've had lots of people take me out to places to eat ice cream but the best place I've been to eat ice cream  was with you. I've had lots of people say nice things to me but the best thing someone ever told me, was from you.' It is dark and quiet but I'm laughing out loud and hard and I know you will laugh when you read it too.  Thank you for making me laugh these past few days <3

Tuesday 17 February 2015

Honey Pot

“I just want to tell you all the things you are and all the things you mean...…….You are the answer to my prayer, you are with me everywhere; you are my angel; my miracle; you are all I need tonight, you are my angel.”  The song blurred out loudly and she danced to it smiling at him whilst she sang along. Her waist wriggled and she did those moves mystically turning her back once in a while. Gaud, she looked like a real dancer, she didn’t sit down until the entire Lionel Richie’s ‘angel’ finished playing.

She collapsed on him; sitting on his lap; she held his head in between both hands. Then she pulled his cheeks on both sides, kissed his right cheek and took her seat beside him. She took a sip of her wine and he watched her in complete disbelief. This girl was something else. If he didn’t know her, he would have said she was drunk on the wine. The song ‘Angel’ by Lionel Richie began to play again, the D.J probably decided to do a replay. This time it wasn’t only Sally who jumped up to dance. Half of the people inside the lounge danced along to the song as well.Again, Sally wriggled her waist, shook her butts, lifted her hands and danced like no man’s business. Her hair flowing just a little bit beneath her shoulder, she stood in front of kojo dancing and smiling at him. Kojo was amazed at the thunderous applause the D.J received once the song had finished playing. It had not only been a favourite in the past. It was still a must dance to even now.

Sally came back to sit beside Kojo. He smiled and shook his head in complete disbelief. What a girl! She was always perky. “A kiss for you Sweetness”; she said, and gave him a quick peck on his left cheek. She held his arm and put her left hand through his arm closing in on the little space between them, leaning herself against him.‘What are you thinking about?’ She asked him. He shook his head. “Don’t say anything”, she said again. She held on close to his arm. He dared not touch her, lest she backed off to sit by herself. He kept his cool, and then she disengaged her arm and took another sip of her drink. It was time to take her home Kojo thought. He took a glance at his watch, it was half past midnight. After another sip of his drink, they both agreed to go home.Sally engaged Kojo in a conversation whilst he drove.

In less than fifteen minutes; they were in   front   of her house; at her gate.  Again, sassy Sally was smiling and chatting happily. He   got   out of the car to open the door for her; she jumped on him engaging him in a long hug. He could smell her perfume. Queen Latifah, a fragrance he had become used to smelling these days. Each time he left her; he could still smell her; Sally. Still hugging him, he disengaged himself lest she begun to say it was too long a hug. She pulled him closer, not wanting to let go of him. Again, he would have blamed her utterances on the fact that she was drunk on white wine but no, Sally’s mind worked perfectly even when he thought she was drunk. She raked her palm through his hair, down his neck and locked her two arms around his neck. This time with her eyes looking into his, she said;'goodnight' brushing her lips against his.  “Let’s talk when you get home”, she said. “Sure dear”.

Kojo watched her walk a step or two to the gate, she opened it and he could see her long cute legs. Even in kitten heels they looked quite beautiful. He waited for her to enter and went back to sit in the driver’s seat. He drove off to his own house thinking of nothing and no one but Sally. Sally the girl who had been driving him nuts for the past nine months.  Sometimes he even wondered what it was he still saw her for. Sally was like a complicated machine he could never get around even after studying the user guide several times. Unfortunately, in his case, she was no machine and there was absolutely no manual to her though he wished there was. The drive home had been quite short. He had been completely unaware of the route he had used. He obviously made it home because he could find his way home even with his eyes closed from Sally’s place he thought.

Once he got home, he took a quick shower and went to get himself some water to drink. The whole house was quiet, sometimes he hated the quietness in his own home and wished he had not left his parents house until he was ready to get married. He had to call Sally. When he did, she answered; “He-llo”, she sounded warm and sweet to him. They  stayed on the phone for an hour and twelve minutes before saying goodnight to each other. Kojo struggled to sleep thinking about Sally. He really wanted to marry that girl badly but the girl was such an activity for him. He could never really bring her to accept to date him completely, not with her attitude. She was nice and warm, leading him on sometimes and withdrawing at the final hour. Sometimes, his friends teased him about her attitude. She was never rude to him but he could never tell the way forward with a girl like her. He could never say they were going out, neither could he say they were not.  She seemed to know the game so well and was always on top of her game. Sustaining his interest in her by, giving him little or no hope or a lot of hope at other times. It felt like being with the devil.

He could never predict her, yet each time she came up with something new. The sorts of girl who raised hopes and never made you lose it yet, never really fulfilling it. Making you feel completely lost. He tried to get some sleep. He needed to, he had to. Though Sally was quite a mystery to him, he must admit he never regretted knowing her. She had him like an addict stuck and addicted. Kojo did not know where it would lead next but he was determined to hang in there. Waiting, doing his best to be the friend she wanted in him. Just then, his phone beeped. When he picked it up, it was a txt message. It was from Sally. He was expecting her to be drifting off to sleep by now whilst he struggled to get some sleep too. He viewed it to read;                              
        “I have had lots of friends give me    flowers, 
I have had lots of people take me out for a drink,                               
  I have been friends with lots of guys but,  
The most beautiful flowers I have ever received were from you.                               
  The best drink I have ever had was with you and you are the jewel                      
amongst all my male friends.                       
I don’t think I can live a day without you,         Ask me why,                               
I’m addicted to you.                              
Thank you so much for the show of love,           and yes I would be your girlfriend,                    Yes I would marry you! xoxo

Kojo blinked twice and read the txt message again. It was real, Sally had sent it. She had summed up all he had ever meant to her. Exactly the way he was feeling about her too.  “I feel you Sally”, he screamed out loud. He remembered then that the entire neighbourhood was asleep, it was quiet and so he could be disturbing them. Sally had made him the happiest man tonight, his joy knew no description. She had him fixated for so long. He had waited for so long, over a year for this to happen. She had been his honey pot for nine months and he was sure she would be for the rest of his stay here on planet earth.                                












Inspired by the boys  who consistently chase a particular girl....:)

Today, my Alice in wonderland turns a new age.  I love you so much.
Happy birthday Alice!!

Monday 16 February 2015

A Remembrance Note.....I Waited In Vain... Featuring Guest Blogger; Mancee Adiku.

So Saturday was valentines day . A day set  aside specifically to show love to the people we love and those who matter the most in our lives.  Today I celebrate the life  of a witty, handsome , down to earth and warm hearted gentleman who loved me so dearly.  On this day I would like to say thank you for sticking and staying through my darkest moments and  at the time when my family had turned their back on me. Thank you for opening the doors of your house to me, feeding and clothing me as if you gave birth to me. You were the only person who never complained about how stubborn I was nor how short my fingers were. Whether my palms felt soft or not so long as it was me, you were good to go. You so loved my imperfections and you had your own way of correcting, guiding and moulding me into a better person.

There were moments you had gotten angry and days when you could have just walked away but you made the bond between us grow stronger and stronger instead. I still remember our fights.
Petty fights all because you were so jealous and didn't want to share me with anyone. Gosh, your anger burns . But I loved you more after every fight and so did you. I also remember the kisses from your pink african lips...they were so sweet, and your touches were like eating chocolates. 
I miss the way you tease me, sometimes made me want to cry and it made you laugh so much. Till now, I still do not know what you saw in me but your desire for me to climb the ladder of success was your biggest priority and by the grace of God here I am. It hurts me that you went away so quickly and that you won't be there in the midst of the crowd cheering me on as I receive#my honors. Oh how could distance do this to me? Why should you be taken away so suddenly?...No goodbyes, no drop offs and picks from school, no pillow fights, no cuddling up on the couch or sitting on the grass watching the stars. Neither were there any kisses nor holidaying on the beach in Ada ....
You were gone within a twinkle of an eye... Hmmmmm.

This is heartbreaking and here I am wishing I had listened to you when you said we should have a baby. At least if I had given birth he or she would remind me of You.  I wanted to be done with school first so  I can really settle down and make a family with you. Gosh! This pain in my heart, now I am only left with memories. Where ever you are, thank you for showing me what love is and what it really means to be loved. You were my perfect gentleman and a priceless gift. I dream of you, I smell you and I feel you all around. You would always remain stuck at the right side of my heart. Truly there's  none and would be none like you.  I love you !





I did not hear from you on Saturday. I tried calling you.   Something kept pushing me to call you. I tried again yesterday and still there was no response. I didn't know your silence meant you were bidding me goodbye. I called this morning and was told you went to be with the Lord a few hours ago. I'm saddened by the news of your departure.  So I've been waiting for you to come back to Ghana and all I can look forward to  now, is a last glance at your mortal remains.
I miss you soo much already, I'm going to miss you. You didn't even speak with me for the final time...God keep your beautiful soul.

In loving memory of the man who genuinely loved me and gave his all to make me happy. ....Kwabena Kyereboah ...1979-2015..........Black Monday.

Wednesday 11 February 2015

Puppishgirl at One


February ends today and I just remembered that the Puppishgirl forgot to observe her anniversary.  Oh yes! I sincerely hope I do not forget my birthday because I've been wondering how people can forget their  birthdays.

'I have cried
I have laughed
I have learned
I have grown
I've offended people
I have been controversial in my submissions
I made a few enemies
I made some friends
I got  constructive criticisms
I got patted on the back
... I'm living my dream'

That describes the year long journey. A year ago, I began blogging not knowing exactly what I would be posting. I just needed the space to develop my writing skills, to explore various subjects and to write a piece of my mind at all times without restrictions.

I wondered what exactly I wanted to communicate to my readers. I'm still on the discovery journey but I can tell that, I have written quite a few beautiful pieces  that people can relate to. I have always wanted a personal blog and I finally got one.

Starting off with beautiful poems, I gradually could deal with daily issues and not restrict myself to love poems. Sometimes I overstepped my boundaries and hit on people. These people decided to hit back and I got over a hundred comments for expressing my opinion as the puppishgirl.  I have made enemies after that who would not read anything from the puppishgirl because my post was exported from tango to facebook.

I was never and I'm still not a social media person. I love my privacy, I love to be the girl who isn't known on social media yet what I do is linked with social media.  I appreciate every single comment.  Those posted and those sent to me privately. I appreciate the people who take their time to read every single thing I post. It feels special to know that someone actually reads what I write. I appreciate good friends.  Those that helped me with this blog, sharing my posts on social media,  proofreading and  helping me with posting till I learned to do it all alone. I appreciate all the experiences thus far.

From writing down my Girl Guides camping experiences into fiction at age ten, to getting published for the first time in the 'Young Mirror' at age fifteen, through all the Mirror, Spectator, P&P, Magazines and Website publications,  I've loved every single bit of it.

My sincere apologies to the people I offended whilst trying to pursue my dream. From my recent post that was in three parts which I quickly removed because I value relationships and friendships and would hate to lose a friend because of my blog post. My tango post which got exported and earned over a hundred comments on facebook taught me that on this journey, I would be faced with tough situations such as reading negative comments and even attacks on my personality. It has made me tough and taught me to be careful in my submissions next time.

Regardless of these, I have had a good first year as a blogger.
Thanks to the people who encouraged me and said I could do this. Someone showed me his inbox a few days ago.  Lots of blog posts from the Puppishgirl and he had been reading them. It made me smile.
Thanks to everyone.
Life would be boring without writing and reading. ...
Puppishgirl is grateful for people like you!








Sometimes I don't want to laugh


Laughter is food
Laughter is medicine
Laughter is life
and laughter is strength to carry on
One of life's vital elements under-rated in most cases
Laughter glow
Laughter beam
Whatever it is sometimes,
it's just me who doesn't want to laugh
Whether feeling happy
Or feeling the laughter in the voices of others
Whether the sun shines or darkness falls
I can't go against me
This is how it feels
I just don't want to laugh
Call it self centered
Thus I don't want to show my happiness for others
Call it greed
Perhaps I feel the world has to be about me
Call me weird
Indeed that won't change anything if happiness doesn't revolve around me!!




This can spark a controversy because I wrote 'A Smile' and 'Beneath the mask' encouraging people to smile. Now I've written 'Sometimes I don't want to laugh.....'

In two days, I would be a year old as a blogger.
My blog is my twitter account..lol
My blog is my diary
My blog is my notepad
My blog is my first baby
My blog allows me to just say whatever is on my mind without arguing back
Life would be boring without writing
Thank you to the people who encouraged me to start blogging.
Thank you to the people who always read and give me their thoughts
Thank you to the people who read and try to post a comment
Thank you to the people who follow the puppishgirl
Its been an awesome one year
Met other bloggers
Read other blogs.
People wouldn't know me at all not for any reason.
My talent makes my name ring a bell because they have probably seen my name either on some website, magazine or newspaper.
I love writing
I love blogging
God bless the Puppishgirl!!

Sunday 8 February 2015

When you lay still

'Its my fragrance  oil
Its my costly perfume
I'll take my alabaster box
in my hand I'll break it open...

Let the fragrance arise,
la la la la
La la la la......'

My song of Thanksgiving; 'alabaster box'  by Julie Meyer.

Last saturday, one of my favourite Auntys who crossed her finish line, was laid to rest. Again, I learned a few lessons. I  have come to realize that it is not how you begin the race but how you finish it that matters. The man of God delivering the sermon at the farewell service reiterated that.

I have noticed how people begin well yet drift away from their purpose and goals in life. I have personally drifted away several times. I thank God for the 'another chance' that he always presents me with. Yet I'm beginning to realise that the 'another chance ' thing might not always come your way. Sometimes, you will never have another chance.  I was friends with someone for seven years. Each time I forgave him, he sought other means to punish me for giving him another chance.  Finally, I chose to leave him behind. No more chances. I stopped picking his calls and made sure I did not grant him access to seeing my face ever again. I have done this for a year and still counting.

I have absolutely nothing against him. I made my peace with God. I just had to leave him behind.I'm wondering, what if we never got 'another chance ' at anything again?
Too many people have stopped paying attention to God's word.  Many people have made their achievements take over as 'god' over their lives. Some women have made their husbands their 'god'.Others have made their children their 'god' forgetting that there's  a 'God' somewhere.

How do people know that, killing someone isn't right and yet choose to kill another human being. How do people still cheat on their husbands when they know it isn't right. How do people choose to be unforgiving when they know it is wrong. How do people steal from others instead of working for their own. Is it because they  choose to harden their hearts?

What if you never have  another chance to correct your mistakes, would that be the end. What if God never gave you another chance. God will only not give you another chance when you die. So I think whilst we are still here, we should strive to make the most out of every opportunity that comes our way. Always try again, no matter what it is you find yourself doing: education, marriage, career, your walk with christ.

I've heard a song that says that the owner of this earth will be returning soon. I don't know about you but I believe in Jesus and thus I know that after my life here on earth I will be judged by my works. You grew up in a family of pastors. You proudly hit your chest and say my father is Rev......and that. Let me ask you, are you living life like someone from a Christian home? You grew up in church yet as an adult, the things of God no longer appeal to you. Someone who looks up to you has now drifted away too because even those who grew up in church have left. You know that kindness is the least thing you can do to make someone smile yet, you use your office to cause people pain and make life difficult for them. You take delight in being cruel to other people, where is your cruelty taking you? Ask yourself. You know how wrong it is to be the side chick to that man:yes the man who bought you that house. Instead of working to acquire your own, you choose the easy way out. Side chick to another woman's man. You are an elder at church and know how wrong it is to cheat on your wife yet you choose to take advantage of small girls because you think you have what it takes to lure them. So you spend your money on them to entice them to satiate your sexual desires. Forgetting you also have daughters growing up. You are a young man working and earning some money. Yet you feel life is slow for you. You decide to engage in fraud. Keep on. You have lived your whole life based on unforgiveness. Holding and counting sins against people, when you know that it is wrong. Keep on being a mini goddess to people and never learn to forgive or let go because of another human being. You call yourself a man of God yet all you do is cause confusion amongst the children of God. Preaching what is not right to people and deceiving others, keep it up.

One day, the owner of this life will take his breath away from you. When you lay still finally and cannot get 'another chance ' it is my prayer that you will have no regrets at all.
Whatever it is you are called to do, make sure you are doing it well. If you choose to be unforgiving, do it properly.  If you choose to defraud people, step up your game. Side chick, acquire more wealth. Fake man of God, deceive more people, cruel man: show more cruelty. Whatever it is you are doing:do it properly.
You will be judged soon.

Don't forget that, one day, you too will lay still and all the chances you had will be gone like the wind blows away chaff. God strengthen us and teach us to number our days.

Though I decided not to cry, I eventually did when the hearse had to take my sweet Aunty away forever. The tears that I had been holding up streaked down my cheeks and no amount of reminding myself about those who die in the Lord could stop me. My cousin made it worst knowing that would be the last time she would see her mum in this life.
Yet I'm confident that my Aunty deserted her earthly role to be with the Lord. I'm confident that she is resting with her maker. Scarred but with time they will heal.

Still praising my saviour.
He is still Lord and we won't change our God.



Praying the Lord comforts my cousins; Sakyi, Adjoa,Eric.