Oh tidings of comfort and joy!

Oh the weather outside is frightful

But dang, you're so delightful !

Little drummer boy, shall I play for you ?

Pa rum pum pum pum

For I too want to be your maid A-milking

On the 8th day of christmas

Surely, all I want for christmas is You !

All wrapped up in my favorite rubber !

Let's take the road before us and sing a chorus.. or two

Come on, it's lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you

We'll frolick and play, the eskimo way

In our winter wonderland

Leave the neighbors seeking answers..

"Do you hear what I hear?"

As we deck the halls will all sorts of holly

Fa La La La La La La La La La !!

It's beginning to look a lot like christmas now, init?

'Oboshie, aden wo expecte something different anaa?'..

Don't mind me, I'm just an inappropriate heediot.. tomorrow, tomorrow, i'll write something worth reading.

Playlist

comfort and joy

let it snow

little drummer boy

12 days of christmas

all i want for christmas is you

sleigh ride

winter wonderland

do you hear what i hear?

deck the halls

it's beginning to look a lot like christmas now

Green Green Grasses, Kweku Ananse Story

I have given up on grasses green

For never have I experienced it first hand

For i have always been just okay

Only been just ordinary
Greener pastures? Hear-say! Hear-say, I say!

I have given up on grasses green

Because clearly, I was born in a desert

I am just a grain of sand blending in

With no hope of ever seeing a lawn

I am always just okay

You see, some of us were never meant to see green

Seems my life got the memo, Keep off the grass!!

That some feet are made for walking on pavements

And so they walk till they tire

Then they stray unto the street, not the grass

And God forbid that they get knocked over

By a passing bus or truck, heck, even a bicycle

Noooo, definitely not a Limo

Noooo, that would be too cool

For those to whom green is just a tale

Happy Cyber Monday!!

I wrote this on Thanksgiving day, can you imagine? But I didn't want to post it, cos I felt like it might be a little inappropriate for the occasion.

You Paint Me

Cos you have a sweet sinful smile. I'm in trouble. Cos you turn me upside down and around and around


There's color in my cheeks

Eeeek!!! There it is again

Creeping slowly and spreading

Spreading all over

I'm all red, I'm all hot

Every single inch of me

Burns for you

Certainly, I've got the hots for you

Suddenly, I want to be good for you

All the darkness, all the black, out the window

Because I want to be pure, white as snow, for you

Because you make me yellow as the sun

Yellow as the sun, I say

And occasionally you make me green

Green, and a different kinda red

When you turn on your charm, for anyone but me

And when that happens, when that happens

Insecurities creep in, and all is grey

And I wonder when that day will come

When you will paint me blue

Just like everyone else who has been here

Only for the next stranger to ask, yet again

Honey, is blue your favorite color?

Only for me to reply..

'No, No, No.. It's the painters' favorite!!'

                                                                         S.H.E.L.S

I see how things can turn red, yellow, green, white whatever, but when ish hits the fan, and you become blue, dun ever turn black .. bitterness can eat your soul, dun let it. Toodles guyyys!!

For You, You've turned me yellow jello. lol

Baggage

Baggage baggage baggage

Don't we all travel with them?

Even if its simply hand-baggage

Who would you be without it?

Ever wondered? I certainly have

Heck, sometimes you just sigh

Cos you have so much baggage

You even have to pay extra

Just to keep holding on to it

Yet without it, You'd be saving a lot

And traveling a whole lot lighter

Yet there are some things that we keep

Things that only hold us down

Why? Just so that occasionally we can do what?

Go through all the old 'stuff'

Attempt to wear them, use them, admire them?

Watch them with contempt? Spit on them?

Pack and re-pack, yet throwing nothing away

Like a compulsive hoarder

You hold on to that which you will never need

Like a masochist

You hold on to that which hurts

So what? There was a iceberg, that seemed so small at first

Yet it was so big it destroyed your mighty ship

And down you went sliding into the dark cold waters

Now you use your suitcase as some sort of raft

Holding on, waiting for someone to save you

If only you could let go, then you could swim to the shore

Look! Its only half a mile away, you can do it!

Papa taught you how to swim, remember?

Before the water gets too cold

Before you freeze to death

You and your baggage

'RIP to the girl you used to know. Her days are over ... you say you got baggage, well I'm packed too.' Drake

The Bullish Recovery

I really had no plans

Whatever, whenever was fine with me

I had no investment plan

Long-term goals, short-term, no idea

Now somehow I find myself in a bind

I am buying into an idea

I seem to have found the perfect bond

And it is not some sub-prime junk

And the only rating that matters is mine

No speculation necessary to leave me moody

Because its more than just a hunch

Mr. Top-Notch-Ass has proven himself an Asset

The kind you keep in your portfolio

The bullish type that kicks all your other options out

The type that makes itself available to only you

And asks that you take the risk and invest in only One

The Key

The Heart

The Promise

The return

Dividends

Over Time

~ Hi folks!!


To You, thanks for the much needed mental stimulation.