Sunshine Dollup XII

Claude

After my dinner date with the doll on Monday night,  I went to bed dreaming about the doll. I could still smell her perfume. She looked pretty when she smiled and there was this look in her eyes. She looked innocent and helpless sort of. She looked like she needed someone to take care of her. A good man. I don't think she had a boyfriend.  Well if she did, then she was good at hiding it. If she had a boyfriend, why would she always be hanging out with her female friends every Friday night?

Is it that her boyfriend never spent Friday nights with her? Or Friday nights were for the girls? Well, she has not been cooperative  so far. She took time to text back. She probably is seeing someone.  She doesn't act like she's available. I really would want to get to know her some more. I would be disappointed if she did not give me a chance to get to know her some more. I'm wondering how old she is. Can't even tell. She looks quite young though.  She could almost be  in her  mid twenties but realistically,  she could be older. I'm assuming she finished Uni at twenty two. Probably worked for a year and went on to do her MBA Law. That did not take less than four years. She's probably been working for two three years. Oh well, I  can't just assume that though. Anyways,  I don't care how old she is. I still want to get to know her some more.

My week was uneventful.  I spent my time getting ready to attend my conference in Mumbai. I got called up twice by a Senior Doctor to go to his private clinic when there was a shortage of doctors because a female staff doctor had  been involved in a fatal car accident which rendered her incapable of moving both legs temporarily. So I still worked despite my leave.  I called the doll on Tuesday morning to check on her but she did not pick up. I sent a text and she replied at night.  It was a bit disappointing but I was glad she eventually texted back.

I did not bother to reach her on Wednesday. I don't like how she takes forever to get back to me. By Thursday,  no matter how hard I tried, I ended up missing her all day. I finally texted her. 'Hi Ella.
Hope your day is going well
X.'
She finally replied after six hours.
'Hiii
Yes it was good.
Hope you had a good one too.'
She did not return my hug but did reply.
'Yes I did.
Thanks.
I'm seeing you tomorrow night
Will pick you up at 8pm. Lol.'
She texted back immediately. 
'Lol
Okay
8.30 pm please....'
I laughed at her reply and texted her back.
'Sure
If it makes you happy
Lol
Will see you at 8.30 pm.'

'Thanks Claude
See you tomorrow
Sleep well. '

I replied saying goodnight.

On Friday I woke up early to pack for my trip and work out at the gym. I sent Ella a text to check on her when I was about to leave the gym. I went to have breakfast at Dillys and ended up sitting there till mid day. I got a text from Audrey.
'Hi Claude
Hope you are fine
Can we hang out at the beach on Sunday afternoon?  I'll tell Ella to come along too.'
'I'm sorry Audrey
Can't make it because I'm going out of town tomorrow.
Will be back soon. '

'Ohhhh
Poor you
You missed the chance to see Ella again
Lol'

'Gotcha :)
Too bad for me
Lol
Lets do this when I come back please. '

'Hahahah
Sure
When you get back then
Can see someone likes my friend. '

'Yes I do
Won't deny that.
Very much :) '

'Lol
I know right
Good luck Claude'

'Lol
Do I say thanks?
Sounds ironic. '

'No
I hope she likes you too.'

Sunshine Dollup XI

I turned off the lights in the library to go to my room whilst still on the phone with Claude. 'What are you doing now?' He asked. I was setting my mid semester exam questions.  I just turned off the lights in the library to go to my room.' Ok. Are you done?  Yes I am. How many questions were they if I may ask. Three in all. You answer two. Oh I see. That was fast.'

'I know right.' Claude giggled.  I went to lie on the bed turning on my Tv to watch Al Jazeera. When are you leaving town? I asked Claude.  'Saturday. Ok. I'll be back in ten days.  Yes you mentioned that earlier.' I reminded him. 'What do you do on Friday nights?'  He asked. I paused for a moment before answering. 'Usually, I hang out with my friends, it depends though.  On what? I giggled. 'If they are available.  Ok. Are they always available?  Errrrmmmm, no. Are they going to be available this Friday?  I can't tell.' I said.

'Even if they are going to be available, can we have a drink together please?' Claude asked. Errmmmm. I thought about my answer carefully.  If the girls don't show up, I would go with Claude.  Well even if they do, I could still go with Claude,  I thought.  'Please say yes. Pleaseeeeee.' I smiled and said 'Yes. Thanks. You're welcome.  Can't wait till Friday night then. ' I laughed at his statement. Claude and I stayed a little longer on the phone before saying goodnight.

I drifted off to sleep by the time our conversation ended.  We had stayed on the phone for fifty minutes. This guy sounds cool.  By now I was really sleepy. These days,  I could barely stay up beyond 10 pm. I was surprised I had made it till such an hour. I did not have time to brood over singlehood or spinsterhood tonight. I drifted off to sleep.

Sunshine Dollup X

I checked my image for the final time in the guestroom mirror and rushed to get the door.  Oh my God, the guy looked so fine. 'Hi  Hi,I managed to say finally. Then he pulled me into a quick hug. Errrrmmmm what was that for. He smelled so good.  Oh wow, I loved that smell. I stood there looking silly I'm sure, before finally asking him inside. 'Would you come inside please. ' He just stepped inside and then I shut and locked the door gently behind him.

I led him to the sofa and asked him to feel at home. 'Can I offer you anything? ' 'Water please. ' I walked to the kitchen to get him a  bottle of water and  whilst he sipped on it, I rushed to get my purse. 'You look pretty' he said. Thanks. 'You look good too.' Thank you Ella. Ready?' Claude asked. I nodded.  As he stood up onto his feet. I picked the tray with the empty bottle of water and headed for the kitchen before returning to go with him.

He watched as I locked the door to my apartment and we both descended the stairs together.  Claude opened the passenger door for me to get seated, shut it and went to sit beside me in the drivers seat. 

We talked basically about my day on our way to Tangerine.  Claude waited to be aided by the security man who led him to his parking spot. 'Let me get the door please,' he said to me once  he parked the car. I waited as he walk to my side to hold out the door for me.

Inside tangerine, he pulled a seat for me to get seated before him. He gazed at my face and gave me a smile.  Dinner was great. I enjoyed every bit of my meal. I don't know who told Claude I was interested in knowing him because he kept telling me about himself. 'I had two brothers but lost one a few years ago.' 'I'm sorry to hear that. What happened to him?' 'He got drowned at the beach.' Oh. At this point I was stunned and lost for words.

I think Claude felt my uneasiness and quickly tried to dismiss my fears. He was two years older than I was and I have a younger brother. ' I nodded.  I grew up in Kenya but moved to Ghana after my brother passed away.' How old were you? I asked. 'Thirteen. ' Okay. Since then I've lived in Ghana.' He smiled. I smiled back. 

I watched him as he spoke.  Pink lips, white teeth.  Neatly trimmed side burns, formed into a beard and a moustache. He kept smiling whilst he talked. 'I'm going out of town for a conference.' 'Where are you going? ' 'India.' I nodded.  I'll leave on Saturday and will be back in Ten days. Ok..

I wondered why he bothered telling me all this. I just listened. He didn't bore me but I really did not get his reason for telling me all that. Claude promised not to keep me out for too long. He got me home at exactly ten. He walked me to my apartment when we got to my place and waited for me to get inside. 'It was nice hanging out with you Ella. Same here.' He pulled me into a hug before saying good night. 'Let me know when you get home please. I will.'

I sat behind my computer to set my mid semester exam questions.  I could only come up with three questions  and decided to ask students to answer two out of three questions.  Surprisingly,  I did that in thirty minutes.  My phone began to vibrate. When I checked who was calling,  it was Claude.  'Hello. Hello Ella. You okay?  Yes I'm fine. Are you home? I am. Thanks for having dinner with me. Thanks too.'

A lot has happened these few days.
Someone I adore broke my heart; she got called to glory.

In other news, it was a happy reunion  last Saturday when  my childhood friend; got a change of name. Dziedzorm walked down the aisle. For  Dziedzorm and Edem; grow old together....God bless your union. 

The Sex Thing

How do people misconduct themselves on social media and expect to be taken seriously? I have a friend who is constantly using nudes of girls as his display picture. The other day, another friend saw it, saved and sent it to me. I thought it was so unfair on his part. That same day, he sent me a text using that same display picture. Unfortunately, I just ignored him.

Lately, the trend has been that, he sends me one indecent picture or the other. Firstly, I am not your girlfriend.  Even if I am, you would need my approval to send me such pictures else you are harassing and disrespecting me, seriously.  Who says I want to see nudes of another girl? Is that supposed to be sending a message I'm not getting?

A few months ago, I was compelled to report a so called radio presenter to the police for adding me several times to a  porn viber group. Initially I deleted myself and blocked him. Apparently viber still allows people to add you blocked or not. In less than twenty four hours, he added me back  again. Trying to let me know I don't know what I want. I  had to bring in the police to prevent him from ever adding me to any group. Surprisingly, he still had the guts to call me again after eight months.

We live in a world where people will do anything to drag you into anything they believe in. It's not fair. If you ever try that with me, be sure I will call the police.

I will not deny that we can talk about sex as adults but let me remind you that, talking about it and doing it are completely different.  You don't use nudes of a girl whether showing her back or front as your display picture and expect any well meaning girl to take you seriously.  No. It is disrespect to womanhood.  No matter how you see it. There are other things you can display about a woman. Showing the world her nakedness will not earn you a spot in the life of every woman.

Are you a pervert? Do you have to show how sex hungry you are on social media? First thing that comes to mind when I see that, I would rather reserve my comments.

Recently, I was watching the  nominees to the Supreme Court. It brought to mind a tango post I put up. Nothing serious. It had been meant for a particular person yet it got exported to facebook and earned over one twenty comments and likes just because I dared to express my opinion. The insults were overwhelming.

A friend in the UK saw it and asked  me to remove the post. His reasons: one day, this post might be used against you. Don't think about today, think about the  future and your career tomorrow. I actually thought he was overreacting because for twenty minutes, it was all he spoke about. I finally removed the post. Your past can come back to haunt you.

I think we all need good friends. The ones who don't only support but also criticise you. The big brother and sister kind of friends as well.
Before you post stuff on social media, think twice. One day, you will be in a prominent position and some  girl from no where might  accuse you of rape. You will be placed in detention. Whilst trial is going on, you could be innocent but think about it this way, if character evidence comes into play, what evidence can be used against you? Can people begin to speak of your integrity that would depict you cannot commit the crime in question?

Or would it be an opportunity for those who have despised your attitude for years to come up and even say you always posted nudes of girls when you were younger and more, with enough proof? I hope that, the KKD saga taught you a few things because I'm wondering,  if someone had not accused him of rape earlier, would any other girl have had the courage to speak out? His arrest paved way for other girls to start telling their  stories too. Whether real or not.

Think about the future when putting up stuff on social media. Think about the consequences tomorrow.  I doubt your dream girl would even give you a chance because you are not only disgracing womanhood but also trying to let her know who you are even before you get a chance to be with her.

If you already have a girlfriend and yet choose to do that and she cannot tell you how unfair it is, then dude, I'm sorry. Temporary people never tell you when you are treading the wrong path. Afterall, you are replaceable. 

Sensuality and sexuality should be respected and private in a way. Unless you are on a platform that is dedicated solely to that. If it wasn't, we would all walk about naked and not in clothes. If you see it and you like it, what stops you from saving it and viewing it privately?  Perhaps printing it out and using it as a wall hang in your bedroom, bathroom, (you name it)  won't be bad. Does the whole world have to view something you find attractive? Are you a Pervert? I  don't care if you are black or white and if it's acceptable in your country or not.  You are still a man. As much as you are degrading women and disrespecting all of womanhood including your mum and sisters, I hope  it never comes back to haunt you.

Most absurd thing I have heard in ages; I'm twenty. ......hilarious. ....... ..Ohhhhh!
A toast to all men!

Sunshine Dollup IX

I did not have the chance to check my phone till I got to work. At the parking lot, I searched through my hand bag for my cell phone.  Aya had arrived at my place at a quarter to six. I had dropped her off at the Lanes to go to school.  I had ten missed calls and ten whatsapp chats.

I only checked for details when I was finally inside my office.  Two missed calls from Bambi, two from Aya, two from Audrey, two from Mummy and two from Claude.  How come? Which Claude?  I called eveyone back except Claude.  He had sent a text via whatsapp as well. He had sent it at 9:43pm yesterday.
  'Hey Ella
  Sure you're sleeping by now
Just wanted to let you know I'm home too.
It was nice hanging out with you.
Good night. '

Oh well. Weird boy. Who says I'm interested in knowing if you got home or not. My day was uneventful. I had skipped breakfast and lunch. I didn't feel like eating.

Claude
I had taken a shower as soon as I got home last night. I tried calling the doll but she didn't pick up. She must have gone to sleep. I wonder how she looked in her sleep. Like a doll, I'm sure. Silly me. I decided to text her. At least she could read it when she woke up.

I played Fifa 2014 and went to sleep looking forward to tomorrow evening. 
I waited all day for the doll to call back but she did not. She didn't text back either. Oh yeah. Why didn't she ever call or text back.  That meant we didn't have a date tonight., I'm sure. All day I kept checking my phone for her call or text but it never came.  When it was almost 6pm, I summed up courage and called her. She did not pick up. I decided to text her.
'Hi Ella,
You okay?
I'm still looking forward to having dinner with you tonight.
Please text back. '

It  took fifteen minutes to get a reply from the doll.
'
Hiiiii
I'm okay
Thanks
Ok.
Can we make it tomorrow? '

I decided to call her. Fortunately, she picked up. 'Hello.' Oh shit. Did I dial the wrong number or something.  ' Hello Ella?' 'Claude...?'  'How are you? ' I'm okay, thanks and you?' I'm well. You haven't closed yet?  'I just did. Ok. Are you going to be busy tonight? Not really, I just thought I would go to bed early tonight.  Well, I promise you, I won't take so much of your time. Dinner will be brief.' There was silence at her end. Then she finally spoke up. 'Okay Claude.' I'll be at your place in forty minutes. Is that okay? Yes, thats fine. See you soon Ella. Sure. Byeee. Bye.

Well the doll finally agreed to have dinner with me. I had to send a few emails, I did that whilst waiting for the forty minutes to elapse. Hoping the doll would have enough time to get home, freshen up if she wanted to and be ready to have dinner with me. I left home fifteen minutes after talking to her. I listened to the drive time show on  radio whilst I drove to her place. 

Yella
I got home to a quiet house as always.  My house was as dead as a graveyard. I quickly went to take a shower which didn't last more than four minutes I'm sure. I wiped my satiny skin dry with a towel and smoothed on some body lotion.
I opened the closet in my room to find something to wear. I wanted to wear a short dress. My eyes fell on one. A blue and white turtle neck dress. It was just above my knee and had jewels stuck around the neckline. I decided on small diamond stud earrings to match the diamond jewels on the blue turtle neckline.  I decided not to wear make up. I just put on some dark red lipstick and a plain lip gloss over it. I put on some eyeshadow and a little blush.

I gazed in the mirror and I looked fine as always.  I searched for my phone then, I remembered I had not even taken it out of my handbag from work. I walked to the guest room to find it. Taking out my phone, there was no missed call from Claude.

I looked through my shoes and wanted to wear flats but remembered Claude was so tall. I smiled and decided on a black and white   open toe wedge with a black clutch. Just then, I heard the sound of the door bell.

Sunshine Dollup VIII

Claude
The ride to down West took quite a while. There was a heavy downpour. Surprisingly, we did not see that coming until we were about to leave the beach.

I had to take the doll to her house. When we arrived at the side of town where she lived, the rains were quite heavy.
It poured down with all intensity. Guiding me to her house, I began to wonder how the doll would make it through the rain to her apartment once we arrived at the Villagio de apartmento. It was a collection of high rise buildings on one  gated compound. When the gate opened I noticed there weren't so many buildings after all.

She showed me to her flat and then I noticed there was no way she would not get drenched: she still would have to walk to get the stairs. I gazed at her and she had on this straight face. I smiled at her and then she smiled back. 'Thanks for bringing me home.' I nodded.  'My pleasure. ' She did not make an attempt to get out of the car. Oh well, I was not expecting her to.

Just then I remembered,  there should be an umbrella in the car. Where did I put it, I began to wonder.  I had to check the trunk. That meant stepping into the rain. I contemplated for a while. The doll looked so out of place sitting and watching the rain. 'I'm not sure where I kept the umbrella.' I told her. 'Ok.' When she took out her phone to do something on it, I opened the door and stepped out to find the umbrella. It was right there in the trunk.

I walked to the passenger door and opened it to help the doll out. I guess she had been watching me. She had her beach bag in hand and was ready to step out when I opened the door. My attention was drawn to her hair. I would not want her hair to get wet, she had work tomorrow.  I would not want her getting drenched either. I would just want her to get to her apartment safely.

Even in the rain, the doll had style. We walked to the stairs. She had a smile on her face when I turned to look into her face.  We climbed the stairs to the first floor. By this time I thought I would say goodbye and leave. I did not want her to think I was taking advantage of the situation.  I was partly wet and needed to get home.

When we got to the door of her apartment, she told me that was her place.  'Ok. I'm glad you are safe. Can you take my number please? ' She reached inside her bag and handed me her phone.  I dialled my number and waited for it to connect before saving  and handed the phone back to her. 'We'll talk when I get home.' 'Sure. Thanks a million. ' 'Oh, you're most welcome Ella. Bye.' 'Byeeeee.'

I got back to the car and it was still raining.  I made my way to the other side of town where I lived.

Yella
The first thing I did when I arrived home was to take a shower.  Not a hot one though. I sat at the dining table to have a bottle of water. I sipped on it slowly. I had still not heard from Aya. I got up to go get my beach bag. I found my phone in it. Bambi had called twice and Aya too. I dialled her number back. ' Hello' Aya answered.  'Are you okay?' I asked. 'Yes I am and you?' 'I'm home already. Where are you? ' Park center.' 'Please go home but bring the car by six tomorrow morning. ' ' Thank you big sis, you're the best.' I laughed and said: 'let me know when you get home.' 'Ok, byeee. Bye Aya'.

I didn't call  Bambi back. I sent her a text expecting a reply so I would call her but I guess she had gone to sleep. I turned off all the lights and went to my room. I turned on the Tv to watch Aljazeera whilst texting on my phone.

As always, the house was quiet except the sound of the Tv. I remembered I had to check  my clothes.  I went to the guest room and opened the closet. All blazers, trousers, tops and skirts were hanging in there.  Neatly ironed. I just wanted to be sure.

I went back to lie on my bed. Looking around the room. I had had such a lovely day first at church, with family and friends.  Here I was, back to boredom land. I wish I had someone to cuddle with or just a male presence. Not just someone.

Life was getting depressing for me. How did I end up such a loner. Oh Gawd.  Soon I would begin to wrinkle I'm sure. I laughed out loud at the thought of wrinkling. Well, ageing was inevitable in everyone's life.

I must have drifted off to sleep whilst wallowing in self pity because I was awakened by the alarm clock. 5:20. Time to go through another day. I always felt a sense of gratitude in the mornings.  I did not have all I wanted or needed but I was  better than people who slept and did not wake up ever again.














When I tell people I'm going to sleep and I end up ......

Photo: Lily Fields

It's Just People. ...

Me: I don't have time for people who never reply messages or call back. So I never call unless its important.
I never text twice in a row
Forget it, not my style.
I only like people who like me: show me you dislike me and I will stop paying attention to anything that has to do with you.
I don't have time to waste on silly insecure married women: your husband can only be my friend.  'I don't do married men.' Infact, once they are married, nothing about them attracts me. Prove to me you are insecure and I stop acting like you exist because I lose every respect for you at that point. Why should I act like you exist? To help you build your insecurity or what? Sister shut up, you are just lucky to be married.  Stop with the Peninah attitude. Not every pretty girl is a threat. Married men, out of my league.
Decode a conversation we had and seriously we won't ever have a conversation again.  Why should I have conversations with people who add, multiply and subtract before telling it to another person?  No.
I love unconditionally
I love without judging
I love people who aren't loved by others but people taught me not to just begin to love them till I'm sure of them.
Yes because they end up taking love for granted: betrayals, backstabbing.  They either end up bad mouthing you  or end up in bed with their birthday  mates and  call it a birthday date.
I forgive easily though it hurts
I take time off to battle and deal with the hurt  when it hurts so bad, but I always come back to the point where I forgive. Yet people take my ability to forgive quickly for granted.
When it's their turn to forgive, they keep me in their pain web forever.
I smile a lot
At silly stuff and spontaneously but people just keep a straight face. I keep a straight face too yet I still smile.
Why do you always scare me with that look?
I always try to say thank you even for the little things that people do for me, some people have those words missing from their vocabulary.  It's non existent.  Why can't you say thank you.  It costs nothing.
Well don't lose your self esteem yet.
I'm still walking on air knowing you are insecure around me.....Hahahah.
Sit up girl. You got the ring...hilarious.
Learn to say thank you dude.
It will take you places but might cost you something huge: you are not too big.
You, stop acting all macho.
Laughter is free; smile, smile.
Rumour monger, hope you find something else doing with your time: oh please, can't you get a life?
Unforgiving soul,'..forgive us our sins as we forgive those who trespass against us.' Since I'm the worst sinner on earth, keep holding me in your pain web. God will never forgive  yours too.

It's just People. .
Just wondering
I'm just wondering. ...

Enkasa Apparel By Myles : The Suit Maker

A few weeks ago, a friend introduced me to an industrious young man whom he referred to as Enkasa. Before meeting him personally, I was curious and inquired if that was his real name. "That is the name of his clothing line" my friend proudly said.

In four days time, I met this young man in person and I had the privilege of listening to his story of how he got into sewing of fashionable and elegant suits.

  That day, my friend brought me a shirt which read: Enkasa, apparel by Myles. Myles was sharply dressed in an orange tuxedo. He also carried a handset. I was really impressed by his work and will like to share his amazing story with the world especially you. Get to hear what he has to say when I asked him about enkasa!

Enkasa Apparel is a clothing line which currently sews made in Ghana suits for men. Why the name Enkasa? Enkasa in twi  literally  means: don't talk. Growing up,  he was told to let the fruits of his actions do the talking. Years on, Myles chose Enkasa. Which simply means: with Enkasa apparel, you don't do the talking, your apparel does the talking for you.

Enkasa apparel was set up five months ago by Myles Awuku, a twenty five year old graduate of the University of Ghana. During his national service with the National Commission for Civic Education in Ada, he decided to cater for orphans because he identified with the frustrations, difficulties and hunger homeless and orphans go through.
After his national service and failed attempts at securing a job regardless of the numerous application letters he wrote, he decided to start his own clothing line. A clothing line not because he was into fashion or to make profit but to enable him provide employment opportunities for others and also to fulfill his dream of catering for orphans.

Having been raised by a single mother for ten years before she finally passed away, Myles Awuku grew up without both parents as his father also died  right after his Mum did. Life was not easy growing up as an orphan and he has resolved to make life easier for orphans no matter where he finds himself. Owning a clothing line would enable him pursue this cause as it would give him a voice: providing a means of employment for others as well as catering for orphans.

Though Enkasa is just five months old, he fed over sixty children of the New Life Orphanage on the 28th March, 2015. A day after his birthday supported by friends. Last December, he was supported by  Focus Xtreme to fete for orphans at Tetegu near Mccarthy.

Currently, Enkasa apparel, located in Dzorwulu, designs  for all occasions including weddings and has designed for some people in the USA, Dubai and some Ghanaian celebrities.

The future looks bright for this young man as he hopes to sell the Enkasa brand world wide. Wondering if he designs for women, Watch out for the Enkasa  Woman You: skirt, suit and blazer coming soon in memory of his late mum :Charlotte. The story of Enkasa cannot be told without acknowledging Mr.Martin Awuku  who has been very supportive of this dream from day one.

If you ever spot the guy in suit with the antique handset, it simply means: don't talk, let your apparel do the talking for you.

Your passion and zeal is admirable.

Long live Enkasa Apparel

Black Thursday: Shut Up You!

I have never done this. I hate writing about issues that every one else writes about especially the serious ones that can cause feuds between people. So I try to stay away from such topics because we live in a dispensation where, you can't talk openly about issues without being labelled as one sided. Either belonging to party A or B if you are not careful. I love writing and this is not something I would want to give up for expressing an opinion : to me, writing is like opium.   I would love to be a voice for some people one day. I would love to serve some people and fight for their cause but, I have no intentions of becoming a politician. I would rather be just an activist.

Today, circumstances have compelled the Puppishgirl to write this. I did not only see it on Tv but I went to a few places with a friend  and saw the damage caused to victims of the Accra floods.  From loss of properties to loss of lives due to the petrol station fire incident. My hearts out to the families of the deceased. There are too many lapses in our system, I realized it when a man my friend and I saved was left to die at the Police hospital due to negligence a few weeks ago when he got knocked down by a vehicle on a dark night. I lost faith in the whole system thing for a while until recently.

Whether it is  administration ineptitude,  indiscipline, whatever,  I won't address those issues. I'm too angry to do that. Six years ago, I was a victim and can relate to the phlights of those who were victims today. No comments.  Let me ask you, did the government ask my family to go build in the water way? Is government responsible for people: educated and uneducated dumping refuse at wrong places?  Why do we have to deal with the Accra floods annually? I know people who blame the government even when their Television isn't working . I'm not surprised at the mayor's comment on BBC at all, no comments.

Everyone on social media has their own opinion but I  honestly think sometimes people who do not live in this country should not even contribute to such debates. Accra floods come every year. We all know that.  This isn't the time to
start apportioning blame. This isn't the  time to determine which party is in government. This isn't the time to post gory pictures and gain publicity when you are not a media house or even work with one. Would you be happy to find out your relative is involved, through such a medium?  This is not the time to say we do not need prayers. We need everything that will ensure long term solutions beginning from our proactivity.

This involves you and I if only you are Ghanaian.  Don't sit in another country and say this happens every year. Don't say crap because you were not a victim.  Tell me, if those seeking shelter at the petrol station died due to their own negligence.  Stop with the loose talk. People are hurting and all you do is say crap. Where death is involved, it's a sensitive issue.  Stop with the  loose talk. If you can't say anything different, just shut up. We've had enough drama already.

I honestly hope that appropriate measures to prevent future occurrences will begin from tomorrow even if it means demolishing, investing large sums of money and just doing the right thing rather than just the theories: more talk, less action. In all yes, it was  torrential, we could not have stopped the rain.

God bless our homeland Ghana.
God save our homeland Ghana and grant us peace, strength and wisdom to do this now.
God see the victims of the Accra floods through their time of distress
God comfort those who have lost loved ones due to the floods and the petrol station fire outbreak.
My condolences to the families involved.

Sad day.

Sad day in the history of my country.

To the memory of those who lost their lives in the disaster and to celebrate those who survived it with appreciation to God  for this day.

Lessons From Argentina: You Can Still Get A Goal!

It was a rainy morning in the capital. I heard people scream goa-l so I decided to find out who was playing football in the rain. I remembered then that, there  was a tournament ongoing in New Zealand.

The Black Satellites of Ghana were playing against Argentina in the group stages of the under twenty world cup.   I watched as Ghana put themselves in, what I thought was a comfortable lead; three goals up in the second half.

I won't say I was expecting the scoreline to change but, I have come to learn in football, that a minute can change the outcome of the game. Though I was  supporting my country and was hoping it would be a win for us, I still knew things could change.

I like the attitude displayed by our opponents. Three goals down did not seem to deter them. Unlike some people, losing out a few times means it is never going to be a win. I was pissed off because as always, the Black Satellites learning from their big  brothers, allowed complacency to set in. Letting their opponents score two goals in a matter of minutes. Most of the time, as human beings, we become too comfortable with our situations.

You are a basic school teacher, doing well at your profession.  Your take home pay is just okay to sustain you, so ten years after becoming a teacher, you do not take on any challenge.  Yet, you could challenge yourself to become a Senior High School teacher by upgrading yourself. Once you are comfortable with your situation, you will never dare to take on a new challenge.  Don't limit yourself! Argentina had their eyes set on the next stages of the tournament so when they were down, even with just a few minutes left to the end, they could not give up till the final whistle.

At other times, it is not because we are comfortable but because we dare to determine or predict the end of the game even before the final whistle. If Argentina had thought Ghana would win no matter what, they would never have forged ahead to get two goals.

You  were a single woman who always prayed to God for a husband.  He finally gave you one and all you do now is, you have stopped dressing up and looking good. Stopped praying and  cooking because finally your name has changed. You have already predicted the end, though it is a union for life. What happened to all that you did in the past to get the man attracted to you? Why have you changed just because your name has changed? Your name has changed but it is not the end. The  Argentines were three goals down in the game. Yet for them, it was only the beginning of the dream not the end because, they had not yet heard the final whistle marking the end of full time.

'I can't do it' and  'You can't do it' are phrases used by some people  even before full  time. What makes you think you can't do it? We are in the sixth month of the year.  You set  targets  for yourself early on in the year but till now, nothing has gone right.You are thinking it won't work. Perhaps because someone has told you, you cannot do it or because you are telling yourself, you can't do it. Has it occurred to you that,  it is not over yet? It is only half-time and in half- time, anything can happen.  A minute can determine how the story ends.

You can do it if you want to. You can get there. It's not over. It is only half-time, get to work. Stop being complacent. Stop writing yourself off. Do not allow people to beat you down with their  words. You are not a loser. You are still in the game if you have life. You can still try to do it: focus in concentration. It's only Half-time not full time. You can still get a goal. Go get it!