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- WHO IS IT?
- 'I'M IN LOVE WITH MY FRIEND' FEATURING GUEST WRITE...
- WHAT I SHOULD BE.......
- DIARY OF A SCORNED WOMAN: THE DREAM PUSHERS, 'LEON'
- DIARY OF A SCORNED WOMAN: DON'T LOSE YOU!
- DIARY OF A SCORNED WOMAN:GODDESS TOO MUCH
- DIARY OF A SCORNED WOMAN: SCORNED
- COURTEOUS PEOPLE SAY THANK YOU
- DIARY OF A SCORNED WOMAN: PART-TIME GIRLFRIEND
- DIARY OF A SCORNED WOMAN: SIDE CHICK
- HEARTBREAK RENTED A ROOM IN MY HOUSE
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Monday, 30 December 2019
IF YOU HAVE TO WALK AWAY
Saturday, 30 November 2019
WHEN GOODBYE MEANS GOODNIGHT
Sometimes God allows you to cry a bucket full because he doesn't want you crying a river tomorrow
Sometimes you lose at loving to avoid losing love
Sometimes it doesn't make sense instantly but you understand it when you see them in a box
When you can't fight them anymore for making you lose love
When you can't see them on social media or see new pictures of them to even find out how they are doing
Then you realise they had to exit your life at that moment because at that moment life knew they would exit its stage on another day
Another day unknown to you when you would not have a chance to say goodbye
When goodbye was not meant to be forever
When goodbye was only meant to say 'have a good life'
Yet sometimes people say goodbye and goodbye becomes goodnight.
I miss you is an understatement.
Monday, 11 November 2019
JUST MY THOUGHTS
Thursday, 17 October 2019
WHEN PEOPLE MATTER!
Monday, 26 August 2019
Yesterday I Sat Beside A Handsome Boy
Yesterday I sat beside a handsome boy
I sat beside a boy
A boy who didn't know he was handsome
Caramel skin tone
Big brown eyes
Nice shoulders
Well-toned thighs and legs
His teeth as white as wool
He had a diastema
Yesterday I sat beside a boy
Yesterday I sat beside a handsome boy
Pink lips
His smell drawing me in like freshly brewed coffee
Tall
He was like a baobab tree
He was like T'challa in Black Panther
Courteous and lost in deep thoughts
Ignorant of how mother nature had taken time to mould him
A handsome boy
Yesterday I sat beside a boy
He was oblivious of who he was
And how his looks affected the world
Mother nature took her time to mold every muscle of his
Yet he just sat there
Unaware he was handsome
Yesterday I sat beside a boy
Who didn't know he was handsome
And wondered why he didn't know
Yesterday I sat beside a handsome boy
I thought I would tell him
Yesterday I sat beside a boy
A handsome boy
A boy who didn't know he was handsome
You're handsome, I thought I would tell him
But I enjoyed watching him so I would just tell others the story of how I sat by a handsome boy
Monday, 3 June 2019
YOUR
Your smell triggers my memory
Your smile shuts down my memory
Your tender eyes make me zone out.
And while I sit to talk to you,
I literally hate me for letting you have such an effect on me,
And then it dawns on me that I just wrote a poem for this tune that my heartbeat is singing
Your smell triggers my memory
Your smile shuts down my memory
Your tender eyes make me zone out.
Your!
........Puppishgirl....
Photo source: Pinterest
Thursday, 30 May 2019
WHO IS IT?
You promised never to leave me so I gave you my all
Who is it?
My very existence depended on every breath you took
My soul is wounded because you stabbed me in the heart while looking straight into my eyes
Who turned your heart so cold?
Who is it?
My love, my forever, my beybey was how you referred to me but now I’m only but a memory
Who is it?
Who could make you forget the vow you made to be my forever
Who is it?
Who is it?
Is he my friend?
Is he my brother?
Is he a stranger I never knew existed?
Who is it?
I’m drowning in my own tears and chocking on words to express the pain
My heart bleeds
Who stole my heart and ripped it apart?
Who is it?
And stole years of my young life
I set you free with a heavy heart but before you walk out the door forever
Tell me one thing...
Who is it?
Guest writer
Inspired by Puppishgirl
Tuesday, 28 May 2019
'I'M IN LOVE WITH MY FRIEND' FEATURING GUEST WRITER WADADA
My first impression of her was, oh God! She looks snobbish.
I felt nothing for her.
She was just like any stranger you encounter and forget about as soon as you turn your back.
Little did I know the narrative will change
I’m in love with my friend.
As the clock ticked, a year passed, two passed and
I sometimes wondered what other men saw in her that I wasn’t seeing
Why are they all over her like a swarm of bees sucking on the nectar of a flower?
They must be really horny or a bunch of worldly homo-sapiens without any regard
Little did I know, I’m in love with my friend.
Friendship with her was an accident
Our first real encounter was at lunch break
We sat together on the same table facing each other, like what couples do on a real date
With no one at the eatery but the two of us, we spoke
I never noticed she had beautiful brown eyes until then
Her smile was the ultimate friend-maker, how could I resist it?
I found myself smiling when she giggled at my not so funny jokes – so I thought.
Though lunch lasted for just 30 minutes, it was the tastiest meal
Tick Tock Tick Tock!
I all of a sudden steal glances at her when she walks by
Oh God! I’m in love with my friend.
My heart skips a beat at her sight
How do I tell her I purposely make a fake phone call just to see her on the compound?
How do I tell her, I calculatedly go for lunch so I can steal more glances at her eating?
How do I tell her I purposely close from work just to watch her go home?
How do I tell her I can’t wait till morning to see her again?
How do I tell my friend I’m in love with her?
I know others are competing for her attention and the longer I wait, the lower my chances.
But how do I tell my friend, a mother of two, with a devoted husband, I’m in love with her?
Inspired by: Puppishgirl’s THE DREAM PUSHERS, 'LEON'
WHAT I SHOULD BE.......
He did not only cease the opportunity to apologise to me for his inappropriate behaviour towards me but also found it as a perfect opportunity to school me on how I'm in the wrong career and how I'm wasting time by going to law school.
Initially, I found this line of conversation amusing until I let myself understand this guy properly.To him, I was wasting time waking up and going to work trying to earn a living and feel useful as a beautiful woman and further wasting time by going to law school because according to him, he does not know what a woman of my calibere needs a law degree for, if not for the mere funfair of parading myself about as a lawyer.
When I asked what he would prefer I'd rather be doing, his answer was a bit complex to understand till he finally did me a favour by breaking it down. Greg meant it when he said I was too beautiful to be stressing myself up by going to work and school. I did not deserve to go through the 'stress' when I could do the needful.
Greg's idea of the needful was taking beautiful photos and being on social media and you can imagine the rest.
I had to tell him I wake up daily to go 'gossip' and get paid because for me, it is not just for the money but mainly because I'm putting my skills to good use. If it was for the money, I'm sure I would be in some other field of career and not this particular one, but my ability to use my talent to translate into helping bring the news to the door step of the ordinary person, is what makes this thing fun and not exactly a job like he painted it.
I won't talk about being a lawyer because at this point, I was not willing to be explaining myself to anyone for my choices but rather, he made me realise how we as a people have come to embrace and celebrate people who wake up daily, take photos, post them on social media and slay all day, all month all year, not doing any particular business like being a stylist or the owner of a boutique or clothing line trying to showcase their design but rather, getting celebrated for flaunting their God-given assets.
Yes, we have come to celebrate the women who wake up to slay and make a living out of being slay queens at the neglect of women like me, who not because we lack those assets to flaunt but have chosen to go through life's mill in stages. Society chooses to ignore such people and would rather invest their time and resources in the women who can flaunt a bit of their assets and help them promote their causes, but not the causes of women like me who will go from office to office trying to convince people that some little girl in rural Ghana can barely read or speak English, thus we're craving their indulgence to help put sunshine into their lives.
Society would rather celebrate the woman who is slaying nude all day on social media and to make it worse, try to make it look like that's the way to go as a beautiful woman. Greg is not the only man who thinks every beautiful woman should be a 'sex tool'. There are several others like him who even think worse of beautiful women.
I remember my looks used to bother me by the time I was about 21 years. I had begun to understand the reality of a man's thoughts and the several shortfalls of being 'beautiful'. My sister and I would have this conversation and wonder why we weren't made just ordinary looking girls.Now I know God has a reason.
Today I have come to embrace who I am, the shortfalls, the misjudgments by society, the scorn of being an attractive woman among others which will certainly be a topic for another day.
Now I have come to understand that this thing called womanhood is no joke. Men expect you to live in a certain way, some men would rather you live according to the standards set by society but one thing is obvious, womanhood and being a beautiful woman is not about slaying nude to make a living.
Lately, I have had men specifically tell me, why they would want me, for what they think I'm trying to achieve, and obviously how they envisage me in God knows some years to come, and how useful I will be to their cause. You see, some men do appreciate the women who strive to achieve something using their brains rather than their bodies, both the genuine ones and the ones that think you will be a good financial cover going into the future.
So dear young woman, I don't know what it is you do and what your dreams are. I just came to tell you, let no man stop you from achieving those dreams. Let no 'slay queen nude agenda' cause you to neglect or abandon your dreams or pursuits. Also let not society's expectations of who you should be and what career paths you should tread cause you to think twice about genuinely working to make a living.
One day, the difference between the beautiful woman
Keep on!
..................Puppishgirl...........
Photo Source: Pinterest
Monday, 27 May 2019
DIARY OF A SCORNED WOMAN: THE DREAM PUSHERS, 'LEON'
Unfortunately one session of pleasure became addictive and we continued till he left the country.
I realised something about Leon and all the other men I've dated.
Leon was the typical go-getter who pushed people in his life; girlfriend or bedmate to chase their dreams and ensured he supported the dream whether physically, financially or in any other way.
I've met men after Leon, who have not been supportive of my dreams. Not physically or in any other way. Not even when they had the resources to push my dreams. I realised that some men have their own agenda for being in your life.
However, Leon's type of men are the men who feel no matter who they find themselves with, they must add value to them and leave an impression. They don't care if they end up with you or not, they know how to take care of a woman and not leave her scorned.
The men who leave you and when you have to feel scorned, you can count more stars than that brief moment of feeling scorned, that you have absolutely no reason to feel scorned.
In choosing, would you men like a 'Leon'? Love hurts, love heals....
DIARY OF A SCORNED WOMAN: DON'T LOSE YOU!
And it bothers me how broken you look
I feel like you don't only deserve better but you're acting stupid right now..
Not because I don't know how it feels or what it entails.
I must have forgotten how that feels though I know it hurts pretty bad.
You see, I realise that only the person who is 'into me' and who 'loves me' can break my heart.
Scorned women plan a revenge
Scorned women lose their sweetness
Scorned women forget to take care of themselves before anyone else
Scorned women wear a green shoe and a nude one together
Scorned women go down quickly,
Scorned women are the 'real' mad people in society because
and your attitude ....
That's why I can't feel your pain....
Decide which woman you want to be!
If scorned, I only hope you don't lose you in the process.
........Puppishgirl
DIARY OF A SCORNED WOMAN:GODDESS TOO MUCH
It used to bother me why she could rally behind other women to fight me.
It used to feel weird,
until I got used to how it bothered me and it put an end to the bother .
Obviously, not everyone will like me but the disdain from my fellow woman almost made me uncomfortable.
I only realised I bothered her and her Grey Womens' Movement, because I'm too much.
Too much inner strength..
Too much inner beauty ...
Too much of a lady..
Too much of a 'mind your business woman'..
Too much love...
Too much talent....
Too much light...
Too much, too much, too much!
When I became fully in awe of my being too much,
I stopped stressing.
I'm unique because I'm too much of a woman.
My own fellow woman cannot stand me.
She can only make me feel weird.
When the reality is me, being too much.
And fully in awe of being too much,
Now the scorn and wrath from my fellow women cannot pull me down .
Rather, I ride on the wings of their shortfall.
I walk tall,
knowing I'm different because I'm too much. Too much me...
Goddess too much
Friday, 24 May 2019
DIARY OF A SCORNED WOMAN: SCORNED
COURTEOUS PEOPLE SAY THANK YOU
There's this lesson I learned back in primary school at UPS that has stuck with me. 'Thank you, please, I'm sorry' the three basic things that must exist in the vocabulary of a courteous person.
DIARY OF A SCORNED WOMAN: PART-TIME GIRLFRIEND
I met Harry on the flight from Kumasi to Accra. I found him quite interesting but was shocked when he took my phone number promising to get in touch when we arrived in Accra.
I never heard from Harry that day till the next morning.
I refuse!
DIARY OF A SCORNED WOMAN: SIDE CHICK
My reason for accepting to marry you, only to wake up one morning to a day that would change 'me' forever.
Friday, 17 May 2019
HEARTBREAK RENTED A ROOM IN MY HOUSE
Not all the things people cried about
I stopped brooding over fiddling details
I stopped myself from crying when YD left and not a single tear have I cried for love after that time.
I heard I was cold as ice
But sweet
Cold as ice only showed up when I remained calm when circumstances required me to melt.
Yesterday 'heartbreak' visited my house
and forcefully acquired a room after shock slapped me in the face.
Sleep has been my best companion for hours
Food has not tasted well in my mouth
I've faked laughter and smiles just to make conversation
But deep within....
Hmmmmmmm
I hurt
Heartbreak came to rent a room in my house....
I didn't ask the watch and owner of my house questions: 'why would you let this happen to me?'
Instead I chose to take it as one of the lessons I had to learn
How we make plans for tomorrow yet God decides which ones will hold.
Whether it is God letting me go through the mill or it's some other thing..\
The tears you cry when you are late to the wedding and your groom gets the chance to change his mind.
Not a tear for him but for the loss of what was yours and the many days lost in one hour.
I told myself, if only I could cry a bucket full it would numb this pain...
All I know is heartbreak rented a room in my house and packed it with delay, tears, shock and sadness.
Sunday, 14 April 2019
PEOPLE WILL NOT ALWAYS TREAT YOU THE SAME
I remember it was my friend's birthday and I splashed photos of us on my Whatsapp status not in a bid for people to see what's going on in my life but rather as a symbol of celebrating my friend.
Then it was my turn and she barely did, yet would splash photos of others all over. Usually on her birthday, I tried to show up regardless rain or shine and try to plan a surprise for her. Yet on mine, she barely did anything for me. This had gone on for a few years and it would get to me but I would quickly dismiss the thought often, making up excuses for her until I learned one of life's minute but most important lessons. 'People will not always treat you the same way you treat them.'
This is a fact of life and the earlier we begin to grasp and understand it, the easier life is for us. A few weeks ago, when it was international women's day, a colleague went on air to celebrate all the women he thought were strong in the house and left out some including me. This was someone who spoke to me almost every day, we hugged and pecked, name it (I did not even realise this until another colleague drew my attention) jokingly, 'the person who's always hugging and pecking you forgot to mention your name, it should tell you where you stand', he told me.
I smiled, my other colleague later came out of the studio apologising for leaving me out. He ended up paying for my pizza to appease me, that same day. It reminded me again of one of life's minute but important lessons. 'People will not always treat you the same way you treat them.'
One of my friends used to brood over this inability to reciprocate 'niceness' till she spoke to me about it and I asked her to understand this principle.
Be nice to people no matter what. You want to be remembered as the girl who comes with sunshine. Sometimes I'm sitting with people a day to my birthday and I deem it unnecessary to let them know only because I have come to learn and appreciate that it is easy to love people when everyone loves them. Thus in life, one must learn to appreciate the people who stand with them when they are down.
Expecting too much from people is setting yourself up for disappointment. I know someone who's always asking to borrow my car but will never pick up a phone to find out if I'm okay. They care about my car, not me.
People will not always treat you the same way you treat them. You either choose to ignore how they treat you, and maintain them in your lives or completely ignore them.
Whichever way, I would rather you choose to live how you wish to be remembered; as the woman who brings sunshine or the man who brings tears. How would you want to be remembered?
Photo Source: Lilly
Thursday, 7 March 2019
YOU'LL NEED YOUR PASSION!
This afternoon, while some of my colleagues and I were sitting and talking over Adabraka waakye, we discussed the difficulties of our job as a team and laughed about the few times people had come aboard the team and felt the need to quit a few days after they began in their new role.
My friend's big sister, Bernice, told her dad right after SHS that all she wanted to do was to fix people's hair and make sure they looked good for any occasion. We (observers from afar, including friends) must have thought then that her dad was nuts for letting her venture into her dream profession at such a young age. She went to a beauty academy to polish up her hobby and further develop her skills. Her dad built a chain of shops infront of their house and allotted her one for that purpose. She had been braiding all her sisters hair since childhood and today, she still does that with a minimum of seven workers each time I've been there. She says there is nothing else she would have loved to do better than what she does now. She said it back then too, to the point she would even phone to remind you to come and braid your hair and it was virtually for free. Well, now not anymore.