A WALK DOWN THE AISLE TALES: CHRISTMAS CRUSH, BRONYA BOY!

It's amazing how the pressure to really have a man intensifies during the yuletide season for a variety of reasons. These include; the mere fact that christmas is a time to spend quality time with loved ones and those who matter.

Lots of people plan their weddings for this same season. It's a season when cousins travel all the way from across the world back home to either exchange marriage vows with their supposed significant other or just take the first step to walking down the aisle. 

This is a period where there are lots of shows in town and one would just feel the unnecessary desire or want to have a man to go to all those places with. So you see why 'a bronya boy' or christmas boy is some sort of a necessity? Show off, fun, name it.

So my friends were fond of talking about getting a boyfriend for Christmas. We just laughed and teased each other. Wondering if we could have them beyond the season and then we reminded ourselves that it was just for the season. Even those with stable boyfriends always wanted one: because he came with a new experience. We set out again on another quest for a Bronya Boy. Usually this Bronya boy would be an illusion.

Let me share with you a significant Christmas experience. It was getting to the yuletide season again but I kept postponing making plans for it because my first hurdle was to definitely finish off the semester, that meant focusing on writing and passing my exams. By the time exams was over, I barely had enough time to plan yet I was so bent on making good use of my vacation. So even before my final paper, I had made plans to attend the annual festival of lessons by Mtn.

That night, I met this young man I had seen a few times but had never really taken the time to look at nor talk to, to even get to know him properly. We talked, we laughed and yes yes we ended up going on a date to the beach. So fast huh? Yes I wasn't a believer in such trends until he changed my view.

That happened sooner than I had envisaged. It was fun; he was quite a good conversationalist and he could hold an intelligent conversation. The previous night, we had been on the phone, discussing everything so doing that in reality was just a confirmation of the fact that he could hold a good conversation.

I was attracted to him, well, he looked like he was too. Days on, we kept at it and my dream of getting 'a bronya boy' was gradually becoming a reality until  five days to christmas when I had obviously analysed our friendship and had come to the awareness that we could not go beyond the present  yet I was so attracted I decided to enjoy the moment. That meant , agenda Bronya boy was still on.

Everything was going well till Bronya boy told me how he didn't want a relationship due to his past relationship experience . Wasn't that supposed to hit me and send me running? Here I was having to deal with someone who sounded broken. I would have left honestly but by now, I was more into him as a person. Yes he was my Christmas crush, Bronya boy but he could pass for beyond the season because he made me laugh. He had this enigma to him I didn't want to let go off . This was going well but he was so broken to the point  I was when I stalked my ex and discovered I was just a game to him because his real life was on Twitter.

It didn't take less than two years to recover. I went on casual dates but could never form an emotional bond with anyone. I became cold. Memories of the past caged and prevented me from having anything to do with the opposite sex. I didn't care who it was, I did not see why I had to agree to become someone's girlfriend when I couldn't give him my best.

Then Bronya boy came along and changed my whole perception. All of a sudden my tears and hurt were gone. I felt ready to date properly again. Yet here he was, at the point where I had been.

I could see him trying hard to disbelieve he had feelings for me. I could see him trying to deny that he fell for the girl he had told he didn't care about any girl in the world at all  I could see him trying really hard to fight this. Instead of fleeing, I chose to stay because he was not only my Christmas crush, he was my perfect gift for a beautiful season. Yes he came with a baggage despite being funny, smart and sweet.

I will fly.
I will definitely fly if I had wings.
If I was a butterfly, I'll fly around his world.
If I was a bee, I'll sting him with some sweetness.
Yes I will.

Merry Christmas Dearies!

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A WALK DOWN THE AISLE TALES: I PRAY FOR YOU

Singlehood can be so much fun and the best time to serve God is obviously when you are single. You know why?

When my big sister and I woke up one morning and were getting ready for school in the mid nineties, the radio was on and it was joy quiet time. The Pastor said to begin praying for a husband at age sixteen. We laughed all morning on the ride to school. Hilarious, who did that we thought. As young as we were, we could not comprehend this Pastor's message fully. We would grow up to understand later.....
Prayer is life: the word of God is life.

Prayer is an essential part of life.

Dear dream boy,

I want you to know that when I go on my knees, it is also to say a prayer for you: for you to manifest the three prayer points I prayed before God brought you my way.
A man known by God

A man who's a friend to God

A man who will be a blessing unto me and to every other person who comes into contact with him.

When I go on my knees for you; it is to speak life and blessings. God bless you. I feel lucky to have met you. I feel lucky to have experienced all of you.

So I keep saying to God, bless this man, bless his food, bless his water: bless everything that has to do with him. Bless  his generation yet unborn; obviously they will become mine too.

Lord bless everything that has to do with this huge blessing you are  giving me. Lord empower him with the Holyspirit to face the pressures of this world.

May the day favour him. May the night favour him. Bless him financially. Bless him with wisdom: wisdom to walk the face of this earth in awe of you, wisdom to achieve the height of a great man.

Together we will keep praying....till then, I want you to know I pray for you!

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CUTIES CHRISTMAS READERFEAST

Thank you for your support thus far. Join the CRF train as it stops over at Manhean near Amasaman for this year's Cuties Christmas Readerfeast dubbed: 'Cuties Read A Book Fete.'
Do you know, not every child in Ghana, in school and of school going age can read or speak English? We'll be helping seventy rural kids read and speak English.

It will be a two hour reading clinic, followed by a feast.
Date: 30th December
Venue: Manhean DA school premises
Time: 1pm 

We can't do this all alone, we'll need your support: cash, food, drinks, souvenirs, water etc.
Awaiting your donations.

Call or text 0242602511/ 0243465207 to send in your donations.

We'll be reading for the first time, books in the ADJOLICIOUS SERIES. 
See you on the 30th!

CUTIES READERFEAST, helping: a rural child read,
I pledge!

BE A HERO IN THE FIGHT!

'And up ahead
Eternity
We'll weep no more and sing for joy
Abide with me
We'll weep no more and sing for joy
Abide with me'

~ Verse taken from:
'Abide With Me', by Matt Redman~

Tonight, reminds me of Matt Redman's song: 'Abide With Me.' Just read the story of a young man who committed suicide, because his wife left him. My sister also shared with me, the story of another young woman who is contemplating suicide because she owes someone seven thousand Ghana cedis. Wow! Is seven thousand worth taking your life?

Matt Redman's song makes me understand that I'm here on a temporary sojourn. God certainly knows the pain, the sorrow, the tears, the problems that fill this world. Years ago, I missed out on a golden opportunity to become a lawyer under bizarre circumstances. I contemplated suicide. Yes I did. It was only after that experience, that I realized some situations can compel you to take certain irreversible actions. I know how it feels when death seems more appealing than life. I know what it means to be in a place of darkness with no sign of light. I know how sour it is to have drank from the well of torments and torture.

Serwa my cousin keeps saying: 'Life is beautiful no matter the situation.' She would rather be here instead of being dead.
Dear you, who's contemplating death, suicide is not an option. Be a hero in the fight....be a hero, stand up bravely for the fight...be a hero! Please come and talk to me: I'll listen, we can pull through it together. We can cry and laugh and pray about it. You can call me, you can text me.
Don't do it. Don't end your life. I can be your shrink for free. Taking your own life is sin if you are a Christian.

Listen to Matt Redman's 'Abide with me' ten times in a row. How do you feel now? Empowered? Strengthened? Alive?  Be a hero in the fight, your funeral will only attract a gathering of mourners who'll do nothing but pity you. Stand up, it will get better, be a hero in the fight! If I had taken that irreversible action in that low moment, you would not  be reading this piece now. Hold on!

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OPEN LETTER TO ADWOA SAFO

It's been nine months since the commencement of the seventh parliament of the fourth republic and Ghanaians are anxiously awaiting and looking forward to seeing their elected members of parliament move their constituencies forward.
The people of Dome Kwabenya are no exception.

Dear Adwoa, I have personally been waiting patiently for nine months. Yet all I've seen and heard  is your assertion that the Kwabenya Community Senior High School, sprang up by dint of your  hardwork. You were also around for a health screening organized by Philipa Baafi. I have not seen or heard from you since then. I stand to be corrected.

A humble plea and a gentle reminder Madam. Just like a boyfriend doesn't desert his girlfriend when she seems to be slacking off ; my slay queen; I'll urge you to sit up. You seem to have a lot on your plate: from Member of parliament to Deputy majority leader in parliament to Procurement Minister. God knows how many additional  roles you have that are unknown to me, but please do not let your constituents who queued to retain you in office down.

Adwoa, there are dozens of issues that require your urgent attention. Very key amongst  them is the dilapidating state of the Adwoa Safo gutters. In case you are wondering what that means: try speaking to the people who use the Adwoa Safo gutters daily.  'Adwoa Safo gutters' simply mean the numerous potholes on the various roads in your constituency. These include: Dome- Kwabenya, Taifa, Pillar Two and the Kwabenya-ACP roads. All of a sudden, I'm hearing MP's do not construct roads. That is no news but since when did that sink down well with the people until this era? Fact still remains; the roads are bad. Driving on that stretch with passengers in your car makes you a bad candidate for a  driving job.

Are you aware of the upsurge in crime rate  in your constituency? From alleged murders to robbery incidents? What are you doing about them? Have you seen the traffic situation on the Dome- Ashongman and Kwabenya stretch? Do you know how long it takes for one to commute to other parts of Accra? A journey that is meant to last for twenty minutes takes over an hour to complete. Did you see the last time it rained for hours and how Dome got flooded?  Did you see the traffic situation that night and how long it took people to reach beyond the GCB bank at Dome from St. Johns?  Hope you saw the state of Dome when it was raining yesterday: almost flooded.  Have you seen the number of teenagers whose hopes have been restored, attending the Community Senior High School in your constituency who had virtually no hopes of getting a senior high school education? Yes and free Senior High School...Did you see the smiles on the faces of the Dome market women and the misinformed way they sang your name as praises though you were just the special guest  during Philipa Baafi's health screening exercise in your constituency? I never heard a single of them say; 'thank you Philipa.' Every praise went to Adwoa Safo. That should tell you the magnitude of  people rallying behind you.

How many months has it been since your government assumed office? Your party is trending and is likely to trend for the next couple of years. Do whatever it takes to fix those Adwoa Safo gutters; give us an  Adwoa Safo motorway. Lessen our burdens of travelling on these roads that can force a pregnant woman to go into labour before her time is due.

Madam we need an upgrade now that your party is the bus driver of Ghana. I don't want to hear MPs  do not construct roads. Fix it already! That's why the people queued to cast their ballots for change. You cannot let them down.
Put measures in place to protect your constituents from losing their lives and properties to strangers in the name of robbery and murder. The next time it rains, I hope to see a change: hopefully, there will be no floods.

You remember how the NDC lost some of its seats? The people of Ghana are now learning to disappoint politicians who disappoint them. Be wise. Get to work girl! Stop talking, stop trying to  be a dormant MP; that's not what you are! The honeymoon is over.
Work! Work!  You are there to fix the problems. Fix them!
I'll be watching and waiting to doff my scarf to you, once you get to work.
Thank you!

Long live Dome-Kwabenya constituency!
God bless our homeland Ghana!

A NOTE TO ADWOA SAFO

It's been nine months since the commencement of the seventh parliament of the fourth republic and Ghanaians are anxiously awaiting and looking forward to seeing their elected members of parliament move their constituencies forward.
The people of Dome Kwabenya are no exception.

Dear Adwoa, I have personally been waiting patiently for nine months. Yet all I've seen and heard  is your assertion that the Kwabenya Community Senior High School, sprang up by dint of your  hardwork. You were also around for a health screening organized by Philipa Baafi. I have not seen or heard from you since then. I stand to be corrected.

A humble plea and a gentle reminder Madam. Just like a boyfriend doesn't desert his girlfriend when she seems to be slacking off ; my slay queen; I'll urge you to sit up. You seem to have a lot on your plate: from Member of parliament to Deputy majority leader in parliament to Procurement Minister. God knows how many additional  roles you have that are unknown to me, but please do not let your constituents who queued to retain you in office down.

Adwoa, there are dozens of issues that require your urgent attention. Very key amongst  them is the dilapidating state of the Adwoa Safo gutters. In case you are wondering what that means: try speaking to the people who use the Adwoa Safo gutters daily.  'Adwoa Safo gutters' simply mean the numerous potholes on the various roads in your constituency. These include: Dome- Kwabenya, Taifa, Pillar Two and the Kwabenya-ACP roads. All of a sudden, I'm hearing MP's do not construct roads. That is no news but since when did that sink down well with the people until this era? Fact still remains; the roads are bad. Driving on that stretch with passengers in your car makes you a bad candidate for a  driving job.

Are you aware of the upsurge in crime rate  in your constituency? From alleged murders to robbery incidents? What are you doing about them? Have you seen the traffic situation on the Dome- Ashongman and Kwabenya stretch? Do you know how long it takes for one to commute to other parts of Accra? A journey that is meant to last for twenty minutes takes over an hour to complete. Did you see the last time it rained for hours and how Dome got flooded?  Did you see the traffic situation that night and how long it took people to reach beyond the GCB bank at Dome from St. Johns?  Hope you saw the state of Dome when it was raining yesterday: almost flooded.  Have you seen the number of teenagers whose hopes have been restored, attending the Community Senior High School in your constituency who had virtually no hopes of getting a senior high school education? Yes and free Senior High School...Did you see the smiles on the faces of the Dome market women and the misinformed way they sang your name as praises though you were just the special guest  during Philipa Baafi's health screening exercise in your constituency? I never heard a single of them say; 'thank you Philipa.' Every praise went to Adwoa Safo. That should tell you the magnitude of  people rallying behind you.

How many months has it been since your government assumed office? Your party is trending and is likely to trend for the next couple of years. Do whatever it takes to fix those Adwoa Safo gutters; give us an  Adwoa Sarfo motorway. Lessen our burdens of travelling on these roads that can force a pregnant woman to go into labour before her time is due.

Madam we need an upgrade now that your party is the bus driver of Ghana. I don't want to hear MPs  do not construct roads. Fix it already! That's why the people queued to cast their ballots for change. You cannot let them down.
Put measures in place to protect your constituents from losing their lives and properties to strangers in the name of robbery and murder. The next time it rains, I hope to see a change: hopefully, there will be no floods.

You remember how the NDC lost some of its seats? The people of Ghana are now learning to disappoint politicians who disappoint them. Be wise. Get to work girl! Stop talking, stop trying to  be a dormant MP; that's not what you are! The honeymoon is over.
Work! Work!  You are there to fix the problems. Fix them!
I'll be watching and waiting to doff my scarf to you, once you get to work.
Thank you!

Long live Dome-Kwabenya constituency!
God bless our homeland Ghana!

RAINDROP: MADAM JOJO

Sound of the raindrop
Splash! Splash! Splash!
Raindrop rejuvenates
Raindrop nurtures
Raindrop nourishes
Raindrop: a glowing necessity for everyone.
You are like a raindrop
You come with laughter
You are laughter
Laughter is food
Madam Jojo:  blossom and grow
Madam Jojo: bloom and grow
Sail and fly
Soar and win
Shine, my baby: shine....
Raindrop Madam Jojo
God bless Raindrop Jojo.
Happy birthday my baby!!!

For the only Madam Jojo I know:
When I say you mean the world to me, I mean it.
To the world's best daughter; niece; grandchild; sister.....
You are soooooo special to me.
The damage you cause: the things you spoil: like you tore my book and I couldn't spank you, you can spoil a whole TV, a phone and chew my charger. You can fall off the bed a million times a night, you can draw and scribble in all my books, you can mess up my eyeshadow and make up in a second, oh I can't enunciate how much damage you've caused..
My Elikem; my Elikem Jojo...
I'm too good...You are my friend, buy me something today...Madam I'm not interested, Madam: Mummy front, back...Madam carry me at your back...Elikem, stop crying. Don't cry ok, will buy you chocolate. My PA......
Jojo my sister, Jojo my baby, my Adjolicious: you inspire me, you teach me everyday; the real meaning of love. For the first time in my life,  I don't have enough words to describe or say exactly who you are and what you stand for. I love you to bits my Jojo❤❤❤❤

LIFE'S LITTLE BIG BLESSINGS: I SAW A MAN WITHOUT A NOSE.

While the world looks upon me
As I struggle along
They say I have nothing
But they are so wrong
In my heart I'm rejoicing
How I wish they could see
Thank you Lord
For your blessing on me! 

~Thank you Lord for your blessings on me,  by  Easter Brothers~

Last Tuesday night on my way home; around Mile Seven, I saw a man without a nose cheerfully going about his  duty of selling in traffic. No wonder I'm tempted to use the above lyrics from the Easter Brothers. He had on a smile, looked perky and did everything to get the attention of all his prospects. The whole night, I could not get over the man I had seen in traffic. I had never in my life, seen a human being without a nose. Not in real life.

All I had been doing lately; a recount of all the things I've lost in life and all the other things I do not possess. Sometimes, we are too drowned in the miseries of life, allowing the things we lack ; to control and depress us. The man does not have a nose but he still has life and he breathes properly. What's the point in counting and doing a recount of what isn't there?
At times, we are too busy asking God lots of whys instead of counting our little big blessings. Having a nose is a blessing, obviously.

Instead of investing time into counting our losses and brooding over our shortfalls, why don't we become like the Easter brothers and count our blessings? It will help get us through even the very dark days because, instead of the dark clouds we see, we'll be focused on the stars and on our little big blessings.

God brought a beautiful man without a nose my way to teach me a thing or two about my life; my little big blessings. Apparently I was oblivious of them. He brought him to  remind us that, we may not necessarily have it all sometimes, but if a man without a nose can still smile, then those with two eyes must even smile more.

A reminder that, whilst I'm  counting my losses, there's something I possess that some other person lacks: life's  little big blessings. Human beings with noses and eyes are still grumbling and asking God questions. Why can't I see properly, why am I short? why don't I  have a son? Yet, you have a daughter but someone is even looking for a baby to kick in their belly. Why is my forehead so big?  Yet someone is wishing they had just a little bit of forehead too. Perhaps it would enhance their look.

The next time you are tempted to do a recount of all your losses, try counting  your little big  blessings instead. It will remind you of all the things you possess and who you are ; blessed and lucky. Let's  learn to be thankful for our little big blessings.

A WALK DOWN THE AISLE TALES: PENINNAH FLAUNTS HER ADAM

In the part of the world where I come from; marriage is such a big deal. As a grown woman, you are not considered a real woman if no man honours you by making you his wife. When he makes you his wife and you are unable to make babies; you are still an incomplete woman. The labelling and secret talks behind you; sometimes they sum up courage to tell it to your face. Thus, making  marriage  such a big deal.

Some group of women  constantly preach that; not every woman was made to get married. That subject has to be for another day.
I've met some Peninnah's these few years. Let me attempt  a brief background of who Peninnah is.  Peninnah is that 'just okay' woman who provokes you to see yourself as deficient whilst on the sojourn through  womanhood (You can check my write up on 'The Peninnah of our time on this blog). Peninnah is that woman who reminds you that beauty is vain but grace is essential and keeps you on your toes.

Peninnah is the girl who, when she sees you talk to her husband will do nothing but give you a deadly stare. The one who will embarass you infront of people just because her husband mentioned your name in her presence.  The girl who stops speaking to you just for the mere fact that you are friends with her husband. The 'just okay girl' who forms an association with other 'just okay girls' to further her agenda of making sure you feel your beauty is a curse.  She is the girl who has your dream man and forces you to do a proper assessment of yourself.

I  have come to realize that, Peninnahs are not necessarily bad; depending on how you choose to view them. We all need them at some point.  She forces you to identify your deficiency and work on it.  All she does is make you see yourself as inferior and lacking behind. Call her a bitch but she makes sure you know your place and act accordingly. She drives the nicest car and has the most handsome man on earth as a husband.  She is smart. She lacks nothing,  she is always on time in this sojourn through womanhood.

Dear diary, the wait to this walk has not been easy. I've had to look  on whilst Peninnah  flaunts her Adam at me;  making me feel like I'm missing out on the world.  Peninnah spites you for no reason though she has the man; the ring and the title. I have incurred  the wrath of some Peninnahs.....

Everywhere I go, I see Peninnah. Peninnah at the beach, Peninnah in school, Peninnah at work, Peninnah at church, Peninnah all over. Peninnah flaunts her man and leaves me wondering why I still sleep alone. Peninnah flaunting her Adam; Peninnah flaunting her man.  Peninnah, Peninnah!!!!!!

SATURDAY SHOWERS

Drops of rain
Drops of rainfall
Showers of rainfall
The sweet fragrance of the rain
Saturday showers
Saturday oil
Oil me with your sweet fragrance;
Saturday oil
Let me inhale and exhale the sweet smell of Saturday
Saturday showers
Saturday queen
Saturday showers
Shining Saturday
Reigning Saturday
Reign and rain
Saturday showers

TEACH ME!

Questions and Answers
Whys and when
Do's and Don'ts
Why me,
Why not me...
When will that?
When can this?
Teach me!

Let me learn to understand
Let me learn to crawl
Let me learn to walk
Let me learn to run
Let me learn to fly
Let me learn to laugh
Let me learn to cry
Let me learn life's lessons
Teach me!

Count it
Cram it
Counsel and cross
Cans of the cases
Teach me to understand;
The tell-tale signs
To sing the song of the blessed
Teach me to count
To count till I cannot count anymore
Teach me!

Teach me to teach tomorrow
Today's stars unseen and unknown to me
Teach me to endure today's torture and troubles
Teach me to lay lean and low as I learn
Teach me to sleep on the sill and swim in sacks
Teach me to be appreciative in these times
Teach me to reign in the rails of the glaring victory
I'm spent...
Teach me!

A WALK DOWN THE AISLE TALES: MORNING GLORY!

I woke up thankful to see another day,
not just another day but a new day.
A new day filled with lots of opportunities.
Today was exceptionally busy with deadlines to meet;
Whilst I sailed through,
I constantly checked my phone.
Has he called yet?
Has he texted yet?
I may never have tried to reach you in the mornings but I've definitely enjoyed your calls and messages each morning.
So how can I, not look forward to it every morning...
From Good morning to Good morning sweetie to Good morning babes to ? ????
Today, your text came in late.
It almost got grumpy when it wasn't coming.
Relieved to read from you at last,
a  smile on my face, but again I ask...
Why is it this way?
Is that a message I should be paying attention to?
Should I be listening to the tune my heartbeat is....
Tell me what to do...
Morning glory: my sunrise
Rise on me, set on me, shine on me!

A WALK DOWN THE AISLE TALES: WHEN I'M WRINKLY AND GREYED

Drawn to the river from which I drink and drown,
Dazed my the daint of desire draped across my torso,
I'm drunk on your sweet fragrance,
Sour for you as I drink from your well of sweetness.
Yesterday was green: amazing
Today is yellow: beautiful
What will tomorrow be like?
I want to know.
Yes I want to know.
Yesterday was green: amazing
Today is yellow: beautiful because I can see the colour of your heart.

The colour of the river I drink from: red
What will tomorrow be like?
I want to know.
Yes I want to know...
Tell me!
When I'm wrinkly and  greyed,
Tell me what tomorrow will be like.
Will I still see the colour of the river I drink from?
Will it still be red?
Tell me!
When I'm wrinkly and greyed...

Will my yesterday still appear green
and my today yellow?
Will I still see the colours?
I'm drunk on your sweet fragrance,
Sour for you as I drink from your well of sweetness but tell me,
What will happen when I'm wrinkly and greyed
What will tomorrow be like?
I want to know..
Yes I want to know..
Tell me!

THE PEOPLE'S JUSTICE: A WARRIOR LAYS STILL

A few days ago, Ghana was hit with the tragic news of the lynching of Captain Mahama, now major Mahama ; a warrior on whom darkness fell accidentally.
Several views and opinions have been expressed by notable people and I guess everyone of them have been in condemnation of this barbaric act.

I want to begin with Maxwell Mahama from his heydays although  I didn't know him personally, based on testimonies from friends who knew him. Quiet, calm, gentle, he rose to join the table of the men in uniform. A star that was rising in his family. Awesome husband to a pretty young woman, amazing father to two lovely boys. Deployed to defend the people against the ills of a canker that was eating deep into our land. A habit he had developed could not be done away with; jogging to keep fit.

Stopped to buy something from some women, they say.  Spotted with a gun, the people were beckoned to pursue him; the so called armed robber,  digging his would be grave. The mob lynched him: they stonned him, clubbed him and threw blocks at him. I still can't fathom why that particular dude kept throwing blocks at him, directed at his head. Even when they should have left him, it was obvious their only aim was to kill him as they shouted in the local dialect; he was not dead.

So people with virtually no power to grant life to another human being, thought they had the power to take another man's life. People who were neither the Police nor the only office vested with the power and authority to prosecute people in our land; hiding under the guise of a mob action where no single person would be blamed for any action taken. They lynched their so called armed robber to death in broad day light. Proud of their actions, they moved on with their lives till it was detected that he was no armed robber. Yet, his life had been taken.

I still want to know how  these people thought they could try Maxwell Mahama, prosecute him and sentence him to death. In accordance with Article 13 of the 1992 constitution, "(1) No person shall be deprived of his life intentionally except in the exercise of the execution of a sentence of a court in respect of a criminal offence under the laws of Ghana of which he has been convicted."
The mob from  Denkyira , please answer me; are you the police or the judiciary? Where do you stand? I need answers.
What made you think you could give him such degrading treatment, violating his dignity? You treated him as a convicted person without first convicting him of any criminal offence. 'Thief' you all blurted out, I still have not seen what he stole.

How many times have the people  taken the law into their own hands? I've heard several people say the law doesn't work in Ghana, our systems do not work, so what? You take the law into your own hands and lynch innocent people? Doesn't that amount to lawlessness contributing to the failure of our systems? What happened to 'a person charged with a criminal offence shall be presumed to be innocent until he is proved or has pleaded guilty?' according to Article 19(2)(c) of the 1992 Constitution.

Since the laws of our land do not work as the mob claims: afterall, isn't that why they decided the people's justice was a better option? Can we ensure that every single person involved in the lynching of Maxwell Mahama is made to face the full regals of the law? Can we ensure henceforth that every other person lynched by a mob action is served justice? Can we ensure that those who claim to know better than the laws: who become the police and jury all by themselves  have a brush with it to serve as a detterent to us all?

My condelences to the family.
Even in lynching, the gentleman you were was evident.
A gentle soul.

I'm adding my voice to the call for justice. Justice must be served.
Fallen star Major Mahama
Gallantly you served and soared
Mistakenly darkness fell on you but your memory lives on.
Rest well you warrior!

SILENT AS THE RAINDROP...

Silent as the raindrop falls on the surface of the earth
Silent as it pours on man
Raindrop meant for refreshment and rejuvination
Drops of rain; life blossoms
Blossoming life; yet today, the raindrop brought with it tears
Tears from the eyes whose heart is burdened
Burdened in baskets of bewilderment, butters and billows of sorrow.
Life like the rain,
Silent as the raindrop pours
Lost joy, lost dreams, collapsed walls,
Shivers down the spine.
Drops of rain,
A rush of cold air all over us...
Life like tattered papers
Life like raindrops
Torments of pain, torture....
Dreading when this pain shall be no more
Firmly founded and rooted: our solace, in the words of the scribes.
A word that lived long before the raindrop
Long before life
Long before man
Like dust, blown away: our consolation, in the word of life...
Fallen out but surely accepted into royalty in a world far away.
Perfect as gold.
Silent as the raindrop..
We feel and hear no rain,
yet it drops: hard truth,
reality so vivid...
Wrapped in the comfort of those heavy arms,
Love that will heal our broken hearts,
Silent as the raindrop!

I just learned again that there are indeed no special people in the world.... I can lose sleep over it but growing up everyday. Broken but kept in his arms.
Journey on....fly with angels...we love you but God loves you more...rest easy!!

Dew(U)Ol(L)A ...FEATURING GUEST BLOGGER; MAWULI

We fade SILENTLY
We are like faint tunes heard 
A(L)lO(U)weD across the ocean
Popping up,when the throat is dry
We are like walking mirages in the mind
When the heart is knitted apart.

Written by  guest blogger for the day; Mawuli.
Photo Source: Google photos

TIMES CHANGE...

I remember a week ago, on this day, I had woken up wishing I did not have to leave my bed at all. It was one of those  days that I wished I could sleep. Since I was not married to a millionaire  yet or I was not a millionaire or I was not done chasing my dreams, I could not afford to stay in bed. I had to wake up and face my hustle. I did that with so much discomfort. At a point, it felt like my body was failing me but, I overcame  the urge to have a lie down and bore my pain so well at least till evening. When I  could not take it anymore ; in my distress, the hard floor of the Answer Cathedral, my church auditorium, became my bed for hours as I struggled to bear the unending pain. The whole night, I wanted to cry: bearing my pain and forgetting who was watching or where I was.

Tonight, I'm hail and hearty. All over the place, going about my usual routine like I would. I did not feel like crying neither was the pain I felt last weekend there. I felt new. Sometimes we go through moments of distress and end up feeling like it's the end of the world. Our struggles, pain, challenges seem unending and we begin to wonder when it would all end. Every pain, challenge, turmoil, has an expiry date if you will learn that whatever it is you are going through will change by next week because just like the seasons change, so do the times change. My moment of distress did not linger on forever. Yours won't either.

Still holding on? Wondering when that pain or moment of distress will end, it is only temporary if you will look beyond today. The times will change!

Photo Source: Google photos

ALL ALONE!

Pinned and pained.
Chased and chained.
Slain in slavery on a senseless stool.
Sometimes we all make mistakes but when the mistake is unforgivable you can't help but hold it against you.
I don't know you.
Caged and chained; chased and chained.
Pinned and pained.
You were not sent, neither were you set up
You chose the path to ply and tread
Time to pay for it dearly.
I don't know me;
My cross to bear,
My cross to carry,
I'll eat my spit...it is mine spit
My spit, I'll swallow; it is mine spit.
An albatross around my neck till I make my peace with the one that grants peace to the restless and weary.
Till that peace my soul and heart can find.
I'm on this sojourn alone...
Pinned and pained
Chased and chained.
Slain in slavery on a senseless stool
I'm on this sojourn alone.
All alone.....

Photo source: Google photos

I SEE A WOMAN

In a world where beauty is overrated. In a world where women will throw in their last penny to look beautiful. In a world where their sex is appreciated more than their intellects, I find my self constantly wondering; whether to classify my being born a beautiful woman a curse or a blessing.'
               ~ PPG~

Womanhood in our part of the world is being reduced to sex. A man sees a woman and the first thing that comes to mind is how sexy she looks regardless of whether she's showing off flesh or not. The men will eye rape you at the very least opportunity. It really does not matter where you find yourself as a woman: in the office, church, school, just name it. When Ghana's second lady decided to always look chic, majority of the men are thinking of how great she still looks even fully covered up to the point that, some have openly professed their love for her. Making her position as second lady and what she can do for our country's development come second to her sex appeal.

I read somewhere that little girls should be made to see themselves as not only  beautiful but should be taught to appreciate other things about themselves like their wits instead of just being complimented on their looks. A pretty girl is a blessing. A pretty girl with brains is a blessing worth more than gold. Regardless of all the things women are striving to achieve besides being just  beauty queens, we are still striving to reach that point where we will appear on the scene and our appearances will not count so much, but rather we will be looked at as complete ideal women and not just ideal for sex.

I'm not saying women have not earned it when it comes to other fields. I am calling for a time when a woman can be accepted as a woman and not have to go through all that mental abuse. Why must the first thing that comes to mind be the boobs and ass of a woman? Causing unnecessary pressure to be on the women in our society?

Young girls post photos of themselves on social media not showing off their academic exploits or personal development ventures but rather photos of themselves having fun at one place or the other, showing enough flesh with boobs and ass. They even label it and refer to those photos as celebrating the goodness of the Lord. Our little ones are growing up to think that they do not need to go through the process of becoming a woman. Once they can afford to live such life styles. Some women are the reason we have not reached where we have to be as women yet. What exactly are we teaching our young women as a people?

Until we begin to teach our little girls that beauty goes handy with brains. That, womanhood comprises more than just getting an ass job or being complimented on your looks, society will keep celebrating us as sex objects and nothing less.

Doffing my scarf to all the feminists groups who are doing a good job. Changing this perception and working on getting each woman to have a voice in this harsh cruel world where sex is overrated and attached to every single thing. Let's stop giving ourselves undue pressure but rather learn to ward off the pressures from the world that is celebrating our sex instead of what we stand for as women. I see a real woman, what does the world see?  Your beauty should not be a curse but rather a blessing.

A toast to April
A toast to April 7th
A toast to a glittering new year🍹

Actions In Low Moments...

These past few days, I've followed the stories of my little sisters alleged to have taken their own lives with sadness. What on earth will push such young, beautiful and intelligent girls to do such a thing if this allegation is true at all(since all three cases are  under investigation). Depression stemming from failed relationships and rejection? A huge secret, academic non performance? Loneliness? Damaged reputation, name it.

Oh little sisters, when I was your age, trust me I couldn't tell what a heartbreak felt like. I remember being in 307 just beneath 407 where one of you is alleged to have fallen from. It was a room where the girls discussed relationship issues constantly. We shared our experiences whilst the level 100 girls looked on quietly. I heard stories of heartbreaks and remember following a roommate to her boyfriend's place only to find out later that he was with another girl. They eventually got married. Tears flowed, there were worried looks on faces, depressing and heartbreaking moments, but we talked about it like a family. Similarly, we shared our academic achievements and failures.

What happened to sharing how you feel with someone? I may have become such a private person now that I'm a grown woman. I would not speak about me to you unless you are a friend I hold in high esteem and you have proven you do too. Yes, it's that bad that I'm friends with people who know nothing about how I'm feeling at a particular time. I guess there are other young women like me too but everyone has someone they can bare their soul to when they cannot take it anymore. Telling it to someone you have confidence in can help you see clearer when it looks dark. You could get some free shrink services if not from a professional.

What happened to all they taught us in Sunday School when we were kids? Taking your own life may seem a better option when you are overwhelmed but it is sin. What happened to telling someone what it is you were planning to do? Do you know you can always find a sweeter man if you stayed alive and realize the one you were ready to kill for was not even worth a tear? What about our big sisters who've had ten men jilt them even at age forty and sometimes at the alter? Have they given up yet? No they are still trying.

What happened to another  or a second chance? Ever heard people begin a first degree at age thirty nine? I know how it feels when you really want something but can't get it at that time. Your world looks crumpled. You only see dark days and death seems more appealing. I recall how I missed out on law school years ago and how I thought I had no reason to keep living. How a boy let me down in my moment of distress. I lost weight, got depressed and had considered death a better option. Eventually, I sought help and with time I learned to view my situation better. So now you know, that every once in a while, we all go through very dark days and wish we will just die but life  always presents us with another chance. Only if we do not yield to our depressions to take grave irreversible actions in our low moments, there will be another chance. It may be so late according to your time and man's timing, but perfect according to God's timing. 

Oh little sisters! You should have sought counsel from big sister.
You should have told a friend or a relative about your thoughts and plans. You should have gone to your God to bare your soul. I'm sad but you could have done anything than take your own lives. What made you think you could not begin over again? If you did it for any man or woman, where are they now?  They obviously have no idea how depressed you were. If you thought you had disappointed them, or they had been the ones to disappoint you. Sometimes people hurt others without knowing it. At other times, it's their choice to do so but you should never stop living due to their actions. Now that you left this world, how do you prove to him or to the skeptics that it can get better? Taking your own life only arouses pity, attracts a huge gathering at your farewell service, lots of loose talk from people who view you as a coward apparently because it is easier to judge from afar until you find yourself in the same shoes.

Young people should be encouraged to talk about what they are going through openly without being judged. Our counseling units should be reinforced. That counseling unit on Legon campus seems empty, people should give them a job to do by going in there to seek some therapy. Mental health access and delivery should be free if there can be free Senior High School, we can save some lives as well. Conditions of service for such workers should be over the roof and more of such facilities put up to  facilitate mental health delivery and easy access. I still believe in letting people know what your problem is without any form of discrimination. Was my little sister's mental health condition made known to the hall tutor? If it was, she could have been given a room in the main hall: downstairs or even if it were upstairs, she would have only been injured and battling for her life by now instead of having us prepare for a farewell service.

Finally, I still believe that we can love and cherish ourselves above any other thing and never want to end it no matter how ugly it may look or feel at a particular time. I know how shitty people and situations  can make you feel but they aren't God.  Let us teach our younger generation to put themselves under a covering: I believe in being religious at this point. Christianity doesn't permit one to take his own life. Let our churches begin to preach these messages constantly and open their doors to building and repairing lives instead of the fundraising and prophetic services. They should rather engage in healing services to heal wounded souls, scarred hearts and bruised minds. We all have a role to play, yes we can!
To my little sisters gone before us: I'm saddened by your demise, sorry it had to end this way. To their families: our deepest condolences.

To a little sister contemplating the same action, please don't do it. It can only get better once you are still alive. Be a hero in the fight: a living dog is better than a dead lion. It can get better if only you hold on. In death there will be no more sunshine. To see the sun shine again, you should be alive. Let your actions in your low moments push you to keep fighting in life's battle like a hero. Never letting the coward in you show up under any circumstances. It will get better if only you hang in there.

Photo Source: Google Photos

OUR LIVES LIKE PICTURES

Life's Camera: roll, click, snap
Capturing every moment: the down times and the happy magical moments.
The days we are looking good
The days we aren't at our best,
memories to view later: our life's pictures, our lives like pictures, the story of our lives told in pictures.
Capture the peak and packed: pleasures and unforgettable passing times.
A reminder of the good and the bad times

A reminder that people  come along and make us realize  who we are....
Inspirational, phenomenal, instrumental.
Our lives like pictures:  memories of our laughter, our tears, achievements, our challenging moments: significant and  insignificant moments.
A tale of hearts entwined
A language of the heart: briefly or silently.
Our lives in pictures: a sealed bond: solid as the rising and setting of the sun.
All captured on our life's camera: pictures.
Pictures of our life!

                               *********

I won't wait to bring you flowers when you can't say to me how beautiful they are.
Neither will I wait to write you a tribute.
I celebrate you now and always.
Happy birthday to my fightmate, my intercessor, alarm clock, nurse, my teacher and a lot more: Alice.....
Love you to bits.
💝💝💝

Photo Source: Google photos.

Dream Boy

Your love is the only one I've ever known,
Gentle, ugly you call yourself  but I  find you the most handsome guy on planet  earth.
More handsome than my handsome  father whom I  thought  was the most handsome  until you came along.
Caring, careless and careful: I've never known a more caring guy.
Your love is awake even when mine goes to sleep
You crawl and crave till I yell and yearn for you...
I'm drunk on your  caring nature, imprisoned by your care...
Drawn to the deep case in which  you wrap me like a fragile doll.
You are careless enough to let me see and touch your soul.
Your eyes speak to me though your lips are sealed
A look so drawn to the tune my heart beat  makes...
My tears your down time,
My cheerful times your moments of glory.
My biggest  fan, my delicious critic.
You are careless enough to make me see past your beautiful  body: a heart encased  in gold.
I'm spoilt for you and by you only.

You are careful to let me see that there is a star in the sky but I'm the sky in which the  star dwells.
You adore and worship me like I'll stop pouring down rain to reign or rain on you.
I'm lost but lost in you and lost with  you
Shower me, stone me, shine on me, spoil me, my sugar...
Drown me in your pool of sweet, soothing balm.
Let me smell the deeps and depths: dream boy.
On   a road that leads to a destination  of fulfillment 
I'll walk the longest mile to be  with you and
I'll climb the highest  mountain to stay here with you
There are some sweets you taste and they stain your teeth forever:
You are a dream  drawn in my desire to drown deep in the depth of the shadows  I see.
A sweet dream,
until I  probably  have a nightmare 
Or you will just be  my dream boy.
Splashes of the sun sinner
I'm your sun to slay and to have 
Your  love sun: sugar my cream!

Hope  your today  is as beautiful  as your love is...
😇☺

Photo Source: Google Photos

GAMBIA BLEEDS....

Bruised, buttered, betrayed.
I queued to cast my ballot: dropping marbles into  coloured drums for the candidate of my choice: a leader I wanted to rule over my land.
With three options to choose from: almighty Jammeh who was hoping to rule for a billion years.
Barrow who had arisen as the eagle to fly my people to a new destination to restore democracy, Kande: a hope for my land some day.
What a shock it was,
the almighty ruler since 1994, conceded defeat to the surprise of the  African Continent and the entire world.
Oh the wind of change that the voices had screamed and called for threatened to blow and it blew across...
The clouds were destined to change colour
The night stars that were shrouded rose to shine again:  a Gambia that I dreamed of becoming.
Show me my Gambia
Show me my dreams
Show me her leader
Show me the heart of her leader....
Gripped hands on power, concession thrashed to the sands..
the heart of her leader...
Her people flee: an escape from looming destruction
a sojourn to the land of freedom.
Hopes overturned,
Hearts broken,
Bruised minds,
Bleeding hearts.
Vulnerability in consistent grip of the icy hands of power.
Her peace is threatened:
the women will suffer,
the children's future unclear,
the men in disarray as they look on...
Questioning,what will become of her....
My land
My pride
My home
My  legacy
What will it be?
The heart of the leadership problem: the heart of the leader...
Oh Africa, oh leaders,
power drunken?
Where is our conscience?
Where is our dignity?
Arise! Arise!
Stand up! Arise!
Your people weep...
Leave us not with bruises and scars
Not with bitter memories of dashing hopes and defeated souls...
Touch not our Gambia no more,
we plead with you:
the heart of the leader...
Gambia bleeds, Gambia weeps.
Heal her land.
Gambia bleeds, Gambia weeps:
for when she will not only see this terror no more   but feel the wind of change she yearns for,
take over her land!

Photo Source: Google photos.

Gambia my muse.

MAKE ME FALL IN LOVE AGAIN!

I gave you all of me.
My heart, my soul, my body.
I kissed your ass and licked your pee,
afterall you were my demigod, my idol, my shining star...
What did you do with it?
You threw my apples away...
You took all the times I'll still lay the bed and await your arrival home for granted,
whilst you went flirting with the world
in search of fame,fortune, becoming complacent in the process.
You put a knife through my heart and turned me into an ugly soul.
You scarred my body after I lay naked for you to have your way. ...
You had me, all of me yet you took all that for granted.
Yesterday I moved on....
Today you come craving for my attention again.
My support, my heart, body and soul: all of me.
Make me fall in love again.
Bring back all the magical moments when you touched me and I melted...
When your kick made me do a royal dance because I had danced with a demigod.
When the crown that you gave me sparkled with glitters of  red, gold, green and the black star.
I'll bare my soul to you...
If only you will make me fall in love with you again.
Go Black Stars!
Go Ghana!
Go Go Go!
Make me fall in love again...
The plea of Ama Ghana.
I believe in you...
Go Black Stars go!

Puppishgirl believes in you too!
Photo Source: Google Photos.

IF YOUR LIFE WERE TO BE ON CAMERA...

I remember my boss had  given out a stern warning not to eat at your desk but rather leave your desk to go eat at the right place and come back after noticing most people had made it a habit. I had been  so overwhelmed  with work and had lots of things to do that I barely  made time to eat. I found it more convenient  to sit at my desk and sip on my usual  tea or Kalyppo  with biscuits (well, I  drank  Kalyppo  before  the craze  began and was even  labelled as the girl who ate food meant for babies. It's quite a  surprise  now to see those same people  drink Kalyppo) I wondered why the boss did not give exemptions and was obviously  hoping  I would  be one of those who could eat at my desk. Obviously, I was  not above the law.

I still broke the rule once a while because  I  was too busy wanting to accomplish  my tasks for  the  day since I  did  not have  the same  hours as others. I would go under my desk, sip on my Kalyppo, munch on my biscuits and wipe my lips with tissue then, go back to working  on my computer. After  a while, I would pick my hand wipes and clean my hands, then go under the desk to sip on my Kalyppo and munch on my biscuits. Finish chewing, sit back on my seat  and continue  with  my  work. I had finished  as usual and decided  to look around. Then I remembered  I was on camera. Wow! Hunger almost made me forget I was being watched.

That is how our lives feel like sometimes. We do things  forgetting  that other people  are  looking  up to us, we break the rules, use inappropriate  or unapproved  routes to gain what we hope to achieve. Sometimes  we end up hurting  other people  with  our actions yet, it is our happiness  that  really matters  to us regardless of how shitty it makes others feel.

If only we took the time to gaze up or around, it would guard our actions to put us on our toes just for us to be on our best behaviour.
It really  doesn't  matter  who you are, what you do or if you play any major role in society. What  really matters  is for us to always bear in mind, that we are  being  watched. Someone  is probably  looking  up  to you to  live their  lives. We also do not want  our present or current actions to come back haunting  us in the future. It is better  to live your life as if you were on camera in 2017 and beyond than to be caught on camera.

Photo Credit: Arden

Happy birthday Ivan xxx
💝

Welcome My President!

Congratulations to Ghanaians for a peaceful election. Better luck next time Ex President Mahama. Our history cannot be told without you though. Congratulations President Nana Akufo Addo.

I'm glad you rose to the highest office of the land. Your persistence and determination, though admirable isn't exactly peculiar, because there have been others just like you but you are welcome my president. With your reign I will constantly do write ups on Ghana, politics, law and the economy. Thus your ascension to this office made me discover another aspect in my writing career.

I will be your best and worst friend. Cheering you on, I will critique and draw your attention to very important national issues like I mentioned earlier. Ghanaians are not only expecting so much from you, but I'm personally looking forward to a few of your campaign promises. One of them being transformation of the Zongo communities.

Mr. President, I want to see this happen real quick because of all the places, that's where my favourite braids girl decided to ply her trade. I may not feel safe and comfortable going there, but certainly I cannot help it. I have hard core friends who love to go there too. So you see, this Zongo transformation thing is not only a big deal for Zongo dwellers but also for occasional visitors like me.

I am eagerly awaiting the creation of jobs, one district, one factory, an end to our progressive power crisis: dumsor, reduction in tariffs, free Senior High School. Free Senior High School will help lesson the burden on some parents and on me a surrogate Mum whose beneficiaries constantly look up to my little foundation to push them towards the goal.

Mr. President, these and many more you enunciated and we the people of Ghana are anxiously awaiting to see and enjoy them.

Damn your blunders or is it plagiarizing of your speech... I won't comment on your outfit and how you showed me your belly when you are not my sugar daddy. No comments on my first lady's outfit either. My second lady....
All we need is a changed Ghana, nothing less!
You cannot let us down. No you won't!
Infact you dare not. I have so much faith in you, candidly Ghanaians do too.

Wishing you all the best during your tenure in the highest office of the land as the bus driver who will lead us to our next destination.

God bless our homeland Ghana!

Your Hell, Someone's Haven!

There are times when you can only appreciate your situation better after you have seen the situation of others. This is because sometimes all we ever think about is ourselves and how we think our situations are that bad. We end up shifting our attention from the little things that we should even be grateful for and go in search of the bigger things we think will complete our lives.

However, an opportunity with a person whose  predicament is worst than ours can help bring us to the realization that, what we actually refer to as hell in our lives is someone's haven.

Why don't we stop  looking down on ourselves, feeling sorry for ourselves, stop the I wish...., and start appreciating what we have...? Counting our blessings instead of constantly grieving over what we do not have? The next time you decide to cry over compelling situations in 2017, remember your hell could be someone's haven.

Photo Source: Lloyd Barker

New Year it is, I couldn't  post much on my blog in 2016 but I hope to post more in 2017.
Happy New Year Lovelies!