Daring, crazy, psycho, chatterbox, sweet, lively, juicy gossip, focused, ambitious, beautiful, chocolate colored, ‘naughty’ bug, fun and annoying to be with, bitter-sweet…so many qualities she’s got J

She is elegant and full of life…Yes, that’s my sweet friend, my break- my- neck lady, my chatting partner and my…afraid to disappoint wife. She is that sweet one who wouldn’t let you rest until she understands why you want to rest!  Can you imagine that? Lol

To her, life is not to be taken so tightly thereby winding up oneself for no reason. She therefore laughs at the least opportunity and her well-arranged set of teeth add a radiant splendor to that. Laughter is medicine so she could be described as one of the greatest physicians I have around me. I feel blessed.

She walks with shoulders high, knows her class and does not compromise on quality. Her sense of style is ubiquitous because she always moves with the trends. Decency is her prime word and her profession also adds a touch of color to that. Notwithstanding her young age, she could pass as a certified counsellor in any field!

Emotions have a very great bearing on her and containing those are her fights. No one is perfect but being aware of one’s flaws is a conscious effort she makes and trying to overcome those shortcomings are her targets. That alone is enough to induce positive feeling in anyone around her.

Being stuck in a rut of ceremonialism isn’t her thing so she constantly looks for opportunities to upgrade herself, striving for greater achievements and never looking back despite unfavourable conditions. She’s an educated 21st century woman full of zeal and that has kept her going all this while.That’s the way to go girl and I wish you all the very best.

I have gained much knowledge about her in recent times and I miss her very much.

This piece is just to let you know that you are special. Happy birthday sweetheart…I wish you the very best!

THE SINNER’S SAVED

I try to understand but…

This head is empty, empty for want of reasons

I go down on my knees but…

These knees are hurting, hurting under the weight of guilt and fear

I lift up my hands but…

These hands are dirty, dirty from my unclean activities

I try to utter words of regret but…

This tongue is motionless, motionless because it cannot justify the excuses

I try, I do try hard most of the times but it seems to weigh me down all the time

The weight of sin, making me tag along paths I could have easily avoided

Widening the gap, the gap I created between my Saviour and I

This world is twisted but…

For GRACE, I’ve been made RIGHTEOUS!

FOOTPRINTS...

Many are the people we meet on life's journey but few are them that have lasting effects on us.

One of these few people is a true reflection of happiness, an unequivocal gem and a real beauty to reckon with. Her smooth brown skin, proportionately endowed feminine features and beautiful round eyes give her that complete look of a cute lady. When she smiles, her well arranged set of teeth sparkle from their hideout in slightly parted succulent lips. That smile can take anyone off guard. She has an innate rare quality of exuberance that is always radiated whenever she is around anyone. This attracts to her all the love there is to behold.

Gracious are her bold steps, well calculated and carefully executed to match her alluring figure. Her inner beauty however surpasses all there is to be experienced. She has a heart like that of a dove; peaceful and reassuring and she demonstrates pure, gentle care whiles watching as keen as the eagle. Her silky voice raises the hairs on one’s body comfortingly and when she sings, she sounds so angelic. Her choice of dressing shows she is a true connoisseur of fashion trends and oh, her home sense coupled with her sumptuous meals always makes one come back for more!

No one is perfect but being awesome is a an attitude she easily expresses. Hence she admits it when she is at fault and induces positive energy in everyone around her. Her high sense of decency makes her more adorable to all and sundry. Despite all these, her fragile heart has been tampered with and broken on many occasions. Is it a crime to find true love? Well, it is almost always nearly a mirage when one is swayed by desires and dictates of benefactors. She could best be described as a victim of circumstances but hey, “no pain, no gain”. There is still that bright light radiating warm, inviting rays at the other end of the tunnel.

Bae, you are different, young, intelligent, elegant, full of vigour and are ready to take on the world. Through the thin and thick of life, you have and are still learning that life is not as rosy as it appears. There is no reason to rush. Rest assured that with time, everything will be alright. Face each day at a time and yes, you can achieve whatever you set your mind to!

……You are really a GIFT!

 

This piece is dedicated to you with lots of love as you celebrate your birthday and to let you know how special you are.

PRETTY MISSY LANTY

“Yeo, yeo, yeo, gimme the mic and lemme spit…I ‘m the coolest chic, the only pretty missy lanty and I owe no one a dime. I gat ma swag on and I never back down. All haters look up to me for direction…Haha, I’m living it with no regrets and that’s moi!”

That was back in the days in one of the best senior high schools when she was a teenager growing up with all the wild ideas of rapping and making serious dance moves. She did well though. For most girls of her age, she was very active and friendly.

I am talking about my fresh, slim, chocolate, beautiful round-eyed friend who studies arts and is grossly involved in fashion, walks with calculated, graceful steps and dares talk when no one else does. I have not known her for so long but for the little time that I have, I have seen a lot of attractive qualities about her.

She comes across as core on the outside but behind the veil, I know there is that nature of a quiet, shy, small girl always ready to have a good laugh. She could be a naughty ‘bug’ and a chatterbox sometimes but hey, I always tolerate her because she is always interesting and fun-loving, bringing radiance where there is gloom. You cannot be mad at someone who makes you laugh. That is the mark of a sweet friend.

She offers advice like a mother and sometimes I wonder if she is not smarter than her age.

Anxiety takes the better part of her most of the time but she is learning to be patient these days. Patience is a virtue every lady should have and I know she is working on it.

She always strives for greater achievements and never looks back despite unfavourable conditions. These have kept her going all this while.

She cares, she shares and she adores. I love her very much and of course “as a sister”.

All for you, B.A

TROTRO SERIES PART II: DRIVER

The man responsible for driving passengers safely to their destinations is simply addressed as “Driver” by passengers and as “Masa” (for Master) by the trotro conductor.

The driver is very good at delegating authority- he allows the conductor to handle most of the issues that arise during the journey and only comes in when the situation at hand is beyond the conductor’s control. By this, he is able to concentrate on his task.

Despite the long, closed-up and sometimes winding figure created by cars and their twinkling red lights during traffic hours, the driver is able to manoeuvre and get ahead of most cars thereby beating the time it would have taken him to reach his destination.

This man is definitely always careful with handling his source of income despite the risky escapades he makes out of desperation and sometimes, impatience.

Watch out for PART III

B_U_S_T_E_D

PROFILE:

NAME: GANIU

SEX: MALE

AGE: 6YRS

HEIGHT: 102cm

CRIME: CAUGHT DOING HIS OWN AZONTO MOVES

EVIDENCE:

Just watchhhhhhhhhhh

TROTRO SERIES PART I: ANTIQUE PRESERVATION OR INTENTIONAL OFFER?

In a city choked with plush and elegant cars, state of the art and multi-purpose high- rise buildings born out of modern architectural designs, people of all descents and religions, comfortable and inviting shopping centers, one cannot but admire the beauty and splendor of Accra. One sight to behold as a characteristic of all major modern African cities is the bumper to bumper traffic that is as a result of lack of proper planning and perhaps acute foresight of the authorities.

 A critical look at the types of cars plying the roads everyday both in and outside Accra reveals that despite the glamorous ones that keep glistering in the sunlight, there are actually other ones that defy the status quo. Most of the buses serving as means of public transportation, otherwise known as “trotro” can be estimated to be above twenty years since the first time of use simply because they are unique and fall out of the definition of modern cars!

Analysis of these buses brings out the fact that one has to be extra careful when boarding or alighting from them. An oversight could cause one to sustain injuries caused by exposed metals forming the chassis of these buses. Before boarding them, especially in the morning, a critical look should be taken at the seats to check whether they have been dusted. Else, a day started with clean and neatly ironed clothes could be turned into a premature evening of dirt-patched clothes that same morning.

A close look at the dashboard of a trotro brings to view dysfunctional meters, a clock beaten by age and an empty car radio slot in most cases. Wires connected without paying any attention to cable colour codes can be seen hanging freely under the dashboard, posing threats to the drivers who seem oblivious to them.

The bare metal gear lever used is a testimony of the ingenuity of the “Suame Magazine Engineers”, who stop at nothing in their quest to find alternatives in all situations. In the event of a driver’s ignition key getting lost, he is not so much disturbed because a pair of wires could simply do the ignition job!

Tinted plastic windows are preferred most of the times and the closing and opening of these demands a good amount of energy to carry out. Custom made seats of various dimensions serve as comfort providers with little space for passengers to stretch their legs and move their arms!

The entry point to most of these cars, aside the front seat passenger’s side, gives one a fair idea about the state of olden day cars. A typical example is to get into the bus through its back. Once inside, the seats are arranged in two long rows in a face-to-face fashion. The “modern” types have the seats arranged in the normal order.

Some of the interesting inscriptions that can be found on some of these buses are:

“ME NTWERE HWEE (I WILL WRITE NOTHING)”

“Travel and Sea”

 “TO GOD BE THE GROLY”

“POOR NO FRIEND”

“POLICE AND DRIVERS ARE NOT ENEMIES”

 “OWUO MPO SURO”

“AMEGBETOR!”

“Wo ano pe asem”

“Koomi na gaa Allah”

“MANY ARE CALLED, BUT I AM CHOSEN”

 “NO WOMAN, NO CRY”

“ALL DIE BE DIE”

“SLOW BUT SURE”

“Ghana Hard, Still Ghana Hard” …..to list but a few.

Despite the discomfort, the trotro driver and his assistant (preferably called “mate”) manage to get one safely to his destination for a moderate fare.

A question worth asking now is whether the general state of trotros is a case of antique preservation or an intentional provision of “value for money”?  

just watch

Watch out for PART II

GIVE ME YOUR HEART

I feel it, yet I pretend it is not there! The next move I make, I feel it again….how long can I keep suppressing it?

That burning desire to be closer to you, to hold you tight, to play with your hair, to whisper gently into your ears, to look deeply  into your eyes with passion, to know the colour of your eyes and get the assurance that there is someone who cares.

Give me your heart so that I can reach out and touch that masked sun in my life; the sun that gave the luminescence that overtook me the first time I saw you. I want to feel that radiance once again!

I daydream about sharing little secrets with you especially my childhood adventures that caused my heart to shrink in fear then; and my eyes to glow with sparkles now at the memories of those little naughty escapades.

I want to spend the moonlit nights watching the moon rise up higher into the sky and also count the stars with you alone, Cherie.

I want to walk the shores of the sea; hand in hand with you, feeling its cool breeze, understanding the gestures of your hands and knowing the details of the outlines of your fingers till we can walk no more!

I want to see you climb those steep hills knowing that there are strong arms ready to help.

I want to tell you stories untold; stories that will cause you to mix laughter with tears.

I want to sing songs; songs of love to you. Don’t worry when they are out of tune because there is going to be a mutual understanding between my voice and your ears.

I want to share in both your sad and cheerful moments, calming your nerves and relishing in the prospect of brighter days.

I simply want an avenue to tell you how much my heart warms at the thought of you.

Give me your heart so that I can overcome the stupefying daze that gave me away in your presence.

And trust me to guard it with jealous CARE.

Dedicated to: HER

WHO AM I

Who am I that I have been brought into this world from an unknown place by LIFE?

That I continually wish to live?

That I am so unique?

That I am very complex inside, yet so simple outside?

That I have a physical and a spiritual nature?

That I have a conscious and a subconscious mind?

That I have to go along with the rhythm of nature?

That I perceive things in either positive or negative ways?

That I make either progressive or retrogressive decisions?

That I desire for love?

That I crave for power?

That i seek wealth?

That I hate failure but embrace success?

That I keep secrets?

That I grow more mature, yet lose my beauty over time?

That I have a sense of guilt when I go wrong?

That I have faith in the SUPERNATURAL BEING?

That I tend to emulate others’ lifestyles though I am unique?

That I continually fear to die?

Who then am I that I am eventually sent away from this world to an unknown place by DEATH?

EVER WONDERED?

WHEN DECENCY DISAPPEARS

“There was good and evil, we chose both” depicts exactly what pertains in society.

On the other hand, looking at modern times, it is evident that we have dwelled so much on the latter, making perversion set in.

Corruption has reared its ugly head in society. The poor are constantly trodden upon by the rich. Government officials take no chance at enriching themselves. Some of our young ladies allow themselves to be exploited and robbed of all feminine pride. Dressing is redefined to mean near-nudity all in the name of fashion. All values are thrown to the dogs!

Should we always point accusing fingers at Western culture and its impacts on our lives when we have living consciences? Are our perspectives and beliefs meant to unanimously create socially corrupt people who have no choice than to go along with the dictates of the societies that created them?

We are all being swept along by the wind of technological advancement, bringing in its trail sophisticated crimes. Traditional values that add richness and splendour to our lives are traded for artificial intelligence thus creating the platform for hazards that have now become indelible in our everyday lives.

It is undeniably true that positive changes bring comfort and fulfilment but should decency be hanged all in the name of change?

We have experienced evil, we are still experiencing it but in the near future, will we ever like to experience it again? It is high time we chose good.

ONE DAY

After all the sleepless nights and constant prayers, I received my admission letter. My joy was beyond comprehension. Moreover, I was offered my choice in relation to my programme of study, bingo!

I reported to the Universe City on the date mentioned in my admission letter. After the struggle and frustration offered every Fresher by this new environment, I was given my room number and key. Thinking that was all, I was told to go and register at my College. In fact, that registration caused a loophole in my finances because it was not budgeted for.

I started lectures in all eagerness and with all the enthusiasm that I could gather. I even planned to revise any lecture note given to me just after the lecture but I was wrong! The religious activities were and are still staring at me. Meetings are no exceptions.

I realised I had to double up my efforts but the frustration from the lecture halls and the constant “go to the net”, “go to the library”- from the lecturers- were counteracting my efforts and time. I thought I was going to be taught but here I am being lectured.

Not long, the tests and quizzes started flooding in. I was tense most of the time and never really had time for any other thing save my books. Then, the midsemester examination came. I had no choice than to write and fight a battle for thirty per cent of my total mark at the end of the semester.

Sooner than later, I was made to render account for all the lectures that I was given throughout the semester in the end of semester exam. This exam accounted for the rest seventy per cent of my total mark.

My joy was beyond bounds when I finished writing my last paper for the semester. I went home not knowing my fate with respect to the outcome of the exam but that did not prevent me from enjoying the love and comfort of home.

Towards the end of the holidays, all my thoughts were about my first ever WA (Weighted Average). I was disappointed when the reality hit me that I performed way down my own expectation. I therefore resolved to learn harder and forego all extra curricula activities.

After my second semester holidays, I came and realised that my CWA (Cumulative Weighted Average) was not as expected. This reality set into motion the struggle for survival in my CLASS. This struggle has moved on through the years as a cycle and here I am in my fourth and final year ready to leave the four walls of the Universe City with a decorated A4-sized paper that has so much weight and value!

I just cannot wait to leave and face whatever fear or favour there is outside there. My confidence lies in the fact that the transition period that the Universe City took me through has moulded and refined me for the Herculean task ahead of me.

The ever faithful God, Almighty who is always on my side is my shield and buckler and I know I will forever be a victor wherever I might find myself after school.

Dear World, here I come!