Fiscally Fit

I walk into the room

I am greeted by your bitter sneer

You do not bother to utter a word

You despise me

I can see it in your sunken eyes

Your eyes tell stories

Stories of hunger, pain, and poverty

I can see it in your Rawlings Chain

In your bad complexion

And again in your eyes that burn with fury

How you despise me

You look at my pot belly

And snort

If you had the chance

You would dice me into a million pieces

For in your eyes

I have ripped you off

I have made bad decisions

And taken many risks

Now you are unemployed

With no hope for the future

I see it differently though

I was only being logical

A utility maximizing individual

In a capitalistic world

I call it my empire

You call it the International Bank of Idiots

I call it my government

You call it the Banana Republic

Its unfortunate you don't have in hiding

A stash on the Cayman Islands

Its unfortunate you cannot pay your loans

But please do not sneer at me

Or lynch me because i put your life in Peril

Certainly I do not appreciate your comments

Those nasty words

The name-calling

And the 'character defamation'

Saying I made-off with your money

Even my pot belly has had its fair share

Of your venomous tongue

I may not be physically fit

But certainly I am 'fiscally fit'

And that's more than I can say for you

So why don't you crack a smile

And let us pray for a stimulus

You need a job

And I need my bonus.

UnderG millionaires

Today, I was looking at cheap tickets to Ghana for this christmas, and I started thinking about how much fun i had hanging out with family and friends when I went home last christmas. I thought about the wonderful trips to the beach and my trip to Ho to visit my grandparents and other extended family (This is random, and has nothing to do with what i'm talking about. I was talking to this guy who was born and raised in Ghana. He was talking about visiting his hometown, and he said 'I will go see my grandparents in the country side. Do you want to join me on my trip? LOLOL... After just one semester in yankee, homeboy does not call wherever it is that he comes from his 'hometown' anymore. He says 'country side'! I was astounded! shocked! bewildered!)

Okay where was I? Yes, as I was saying, i thought about the night life and the good times i had at Celsbridge (excellent khebabs), Honey Suckle, Twist, Champs (I never got the free drink happy hour thing), and how can i forget Rhapsodys? Never! That place was my joint. One would think my father owned it. 

Then i started thinking about how much money i wasted at such places, especially Rhapsodys. If i had gone to some roadside spot like Purple Pub or something, I would have had so much money at my disposal. Instead i decided to waste money buying Mojitos for $8 in GHANA!

The reason why i loved those places so much was because i got to see so many people that I knew, and I also made so many new friends. I also totally loved the ambience. 'Twas all so classy! lol

Where am i going with all this?

I have come to the conclusion that there are people in Ghana who do not know what to do with their money chale. If you have money and want to invest in something, just go and find a good location, find some cheap Ikea furniture, pimp up the place, make it look hot as hell, put some 'obroni' at the door, and charge WHATEVER you want to charge, and the place will be packed! Why? Because Ghanaians like to rosh! ..and who wants to be the only one sitting at the roadside bar when all their classmates are at Citizen Kofi?