7/31/09

Koforidua Flowers

Flat ironed hair
Painted faces
Sexy outfits
Looking in the mirror..
"Damn! that's hot!"

Hop in the ride
Play that 'club mix' ever so loudly
Prepping for an amazing night
Off to the club they go..

Show stoppers
Turning heads
Ordering drinks
Music plays
Tapping feet

Sitting majestically on their high horses
Waiting for 'Mr. Right' to ask them to dance
Wilt away my dear Koforidua flowers
I am going to dance!



I weep

I weep
Not because you aren't at a better place
Not because I cannot live without you
Not because my world is crushed
or my heart is broken
but because you did not say goodbye

~ For R.K.A.

Who got the shorter end of the stick?

Mr. Brown!!! oooh Mr. Brown!!!
Won't you swing by my house? 
I want some of that 'powdered milk'
I want that thing you put in your bread
Ei your hair is nice oh!
Shieee your drink is sweet!
I want 'some of what' you are wearing
I want to be like you, quite frankly

Oh you little wretch
What could you possibly give me in return?
.
.
.
Eureka!
I'll just keep taking that thing that you have
I need it to produce that thing that I need
That thing that you also seem to need
While I am at it
I'll tame you
I'll mold you
You will forget what you once were
I'll see what I can do
..about making you quite like me


Who got the shorter end of the stick? Can you really tell?

Let HIM

Oh troubled heart, why do you worry?
Why the self pity?..the gnashing of teeth
and why do tears fall freely down your face?
Why do you fear? 
Oh troubled heart

Did HE not say HE has got your back?
Did HE not say HE will always be there?
Did HE not say 'call on me and I will answer'?
'Ask and it shall be given'?
'Seek and ye shall find'?

So why do you worry my ears with your wailing
Your ranting, Your raving
What is stopping you from going down on those knees
From asking for what seems nearly impossible

Do you think HE brought you this far to watch you fall?
Lift you this high just to see you tumble down?
'Build me up buttercup', HE does not play
Sadistic tendencies, HE has none of that

So please do allow me to sleep
For I am the wrong person to talk to
I see not how I can possibly help
I certainly did not make you.

Ethnic? Where?


Sometime back I got an email from Charlotte Russe, the clothing store, about their new 'Ethnic Wear Collection'. So I was thinking, 'What could these people possibly mean by ETHNIC WEAR'. So i satiated my curiosity. Oh and i wasn't pleasantly surprised. There were models wearing clothes made from fabrics that looked quite similar to the Vlisco Wax Hollandais fabric typically worn in Western and Southern Africa. Other models were in 'tie and dye' clothing. 'Ohhh, Okay! So THAT'S what the Captain Genius who named the collection was thinking about', I thought to myself.

Why do people label anything even remotely associated with Africa as 'ethnic'. It annoys me almost as much as when people tell me, 'Oh, you have an ACCENT'. 'I have an ACCENT? So do you, Smart Alec'. They obviously don't mean to be rude, but damn, its a tad ignorant, don't you think. Here's the dictionary definition of the word 'ethnic':

1. Of, relating to, or characteristic of a sizable group of people sharing a common and distinctive racial, national, religious, linguistic, or cultural heritage.

2. Being a member of a particular ethnic group, especially belonging to a national group by heritage or culture but residing outside its national boundaries.

3. Relating to a people not Christian or Jewish.

*I hope i didn't miss anything. 

So I still don't get why those clothes were called 'ethnic'. How does that even remotely make any sense? Maybe Smart Alec was only trying to get my attention (Let's hope so). Well, he/she sure did. I bought some 'ethnic wear' for myself two weeks ago for $7.00. They were on the sales rack, and they reminded me of my grandmother's favorite cloth, so i couldn't resist. I rocked it quite well at the beach actually...Me, at the beach in my 'baby doll ethnic' top or dress, only God knows and my sun glasses...oh i felt so damn ETHNIC!!

7/30/09

You've Got Me

You've got me in stitches
You've got me in pieces
You've got me giggling like a little school girl
You've got me worried
You've got me pondering
You've got me thinking what to do with you
You've got me wondering where we go from here
It's plain
It's simple
You've got me

7/24/09

Perve

There you go
Staring at my tits again
Watching the sway of my hips
Licking your lips as I pass your way
Waiting to pounce like I am some juicy piece of prime rib
Asking stupid questions that you know i find offensive
What's my bra size?
Panties or no panties?
Nipple ring or no nipple ring?
Missionary or doggy style?
What is it to you?
Why do you pester me?
Random text messages in the middle of the night
Do i not need someone to warm my bed?
Or whisper sweet nothings in my ear?
Sweet 'nothings', yes that's what they are
..so excuse me if I pay you no mind
I'm not looking for some random romp in the sun!

7/23/09

Hos this, Hos that!!..oh who gives a 'mutrumudooo'!!

So I was chatting with a friend of mine yesterday, and he was telling me that I didn’t fit the ‘Ghana girl’ stereotype at all. This led to a very stimulating conversation about the ‘Ghana girl’ stereotype, and had me thinking about different situations and different conversations I had had with other friends concerning the same issue.

-       I remember last Christmas when I went home I visited a friend, and we were doing some catching up. I remember I said something about ‘moving’ this dude in school, and how I really didn’t find that incident amusing at all. By the way the term ‘moving’ refers to anything from grinding on the dance floor to making out, head, whatever, however it does not involve actually having sex with the person (I really dunno who coined the term, but a lot of people use it). Anyway, where was I .. oh yes, as I was saying, I said ‘Yeah, so I moved him’, and my friend goes like ‘YOU moved HIM’? and laughs like I was cracking jokes or something. I go like ‘Okay fine, we moved each other.’ And he goes like ‘haha, that’s still funny’.  I guess he expected me to say ‘HE moved ME’, which I think is ridiculous, considering the fact that he did all the giving. LOL.  Yup, that’s the typical Ghanaian male mentality. Pretty jacked up, if you ask me.

 

Even worse…Why was I guilt ridden because I had made out with some dude, one would think that I didn’t enjoy it, but I was utterly disgusted by my behavior. If I were a guy, would I have felt the same way? I’ll leave that for you to answer.

 

-       One day my friend was telling me a story about a girl whose boyfriend was always cheating on her, so she had also started cheating on him, and she said ‘One thinks he/she is fooling the other. They don’t know they are fooling each other!’. For one thing I thought that was kinda funny, and a little dysfunctional actually, but that’s just me. I replied ‘ Ei, I’m feeling her. That’s the spirit! I don’t have the heart to that, but kudos to her!’. My friend looked at me like I was mad. Really, who are you to judge or call a fellow female names because she has decided to do unto her boyfriend what he does unto her? My friend concentrate on the log in your eye!

I keep hearing so many relationship stories and it seems everybody’s man is out of order. LOL. Yet men are so quick to judge other girls who do the same things they do. They are the first to call someone a slut (oh by the way, if they got that slut they would not hesitate to stick it, excuse my French).

Personally I think women are getting the shorter end of the stick, but most of us will do nothing about it because, what?...’its not our thing’ or ‘God doesn’t like that’. So yes, if anyone tells me another story about a ‘slut’ I will say kudos to her! However, how long can one do such things, considering the kind of culture we have in Ghana? Street Credibility à down the drain!!

 

But men, if ‘Rosie the Riveter’ was such a hit, why is ‘Hannah the Ho’ a problem? (I know why it is morally wrong, I just don’t see why y’all have a problem with it too J )