Monthly Archives: March 2010


I need power
I need it to warm my leftovers
I need it to iron my wet books or my bp climbs
I need it , I need my power

I need it to give my dead mobile, life
I need it to listen to some good highlife
I need it to stay abreast with global political strife
I need it to broaden my deficient knowledge on wildlife

But big boss you starve me of it
You take it away fully aware of my addiction
But right after detox, you inject it back into my system
Then I become hopelessly hooked again

Who do I blame?
The lake?
Too much evapouration?
Children accidentally tripping on cables in your control room?
Drunk engineers?
The drunk engineers’ ”apeteshie” supplier?
Corruption and bribbery?
Encumbent party sympathisers targetting opposition-heavy areas?
Eh,who or what at all do I blame?

OH ECG, I need my power
So put me out of my misery
Or to the mountains of Tibet will I relocate.

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Ghanaian nurses assault patient

ghana nurses

Ghana nurses

I couldn’t believe this utterly unacceptable headline when I read myjoyonline online today. I can’t say that I am surprised though. It has been coming for a while now. I think nurses in general have developed a mean streak about them since the days Florence Nightingale ; I guess after seeing so many people die most dont value human life as much.

Ghanaian nurses in particular have a bad reputation in this country and this story goes to affirm their status as baddies of the health service. A bit harsh I know but when you have also suffered in their hands like I have  you wont have much sympathy or empathy for them.

I nearly collapsed at Korle-Bu after being rushed there ,when I thought I was dying, and all the attending nurses could do was mock me, not try to calm me down. Turns out I had just suffered a panic attack; not fatal but very uncomfortable for the people who have or do experience it.

The government needs to add a further one year to nurses’ training; one year devoted to public relations (in particular patients relations). Or come with a way of punishing wayward nurses who mishandle patients ( who at times are very rude, yes and for a good reason, courtesy goes out the window when you think you are about to join your grandpa in the fiery pits of hell). Either that or god forbid, one day we would hear of nurses battering a patient to death.



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P- Peer Pressure -P

Want some bone?

peer pressure

[social pressure by members of one’s peer group to take a certain action, adopt certain values, or otherwise conform in order to be accepted.]

One of the hallmarks of  a proper teenage life is our much-loved or derided ”peer pressure”. We have all gone through that phase , loved it because we were too high on some pot to care, walking funny with a quasi ”hip hop swag” in our walk, talking with an American slur to impress the girls, helping your friends thrash your house master’s vegetable garden,  wearing a pair of psychedelic mismatching pairs of socks around campus, walking around campus with a metallic comb in your afro, experimenting in homo and or heterosexual relationships and the list goes on and on. But my particular interest is in the fact that most of us never out grow peer pressure in all its forms.

I know a couple of 20 and 30 somethings who still havent discovered themselves. Theirs is a long path to self discovery. Most still haven’t figured out whether to join their friends in smoking and or drinking on a night out; haven’t figured out if they like or loath clubbing or loud music for that matter; staying an extra hour to save face even though you know your ear drums will burst any second and end up staying up all night with tinnitus singing sweet melodies in your ear.

Some still haven’t figured out the grown up way of walking. You know what I mean. You do not walk into a board meeting with a limp-swag with your left hand grabbing your crotch greeting the board with a ” wazzap my niggas” and later give your boss a lame excuse of having temporary insanity and paralysis in one leg and a testicular fungal infection, to keep your boss from firing your affected ass. That is not the grown up way of doing things.

Others still wont learn from their work colleague’s mistakes but end up repeating them, having an affair with a co-worker just because the word going around is that she is an easy lay. Wife hears about it. All hell breaks loose. Leaves their marriages in tatters.

Some people might claim that only weaklings succumb to peer pressure but I wouldn’t agree entirely with that. I know that so far I have come up with the negatives of peer pressure, which are frankly, the ones we talk about the most.

Believe it or not there are positive effects that peer pressure can have on a person. We have all at one time been pressured into taking God more seriously and make it a habit of actually going to church ( not only on Sundays), listen to the pastor’s sermon from start to finish, without nodding off ( for an agnostic like myself, this is like impale my left testicle with a blunt needle). And on some occasions we have consciously developed an appetite for reading widely because we like the influence knowledgeable guys have (Geeks rule the world :-).  Some times we can even find ourselves part of a circle of friends who are avid music lovers, so we take up djing or start  collecting records so can plug-in to that crowd.

So no I don’t think peer pressure only affects wimps; even though  majority of the victims of its negative aspect are. If you enjoy hanging out with a rough crowd , then you will  rough things up in your own life. Whereas a more positive crowd will also influence you so. And this cuts across all age groups, class and creed.




I know some times the line that separates childhood and adulthood can be severely blurred especially when you are the one doing the growing up. Most of us like things to stay the way they are because  for all you know one moment you’re 18 living a carefree life the next you wake up next to your obese wife with five brats running around the house and you just don’t know how and when it all happened. We desperately need little souvenirs, relics from days gone by , around so we’re not constantly reminded that we could be shitting our pants and have no recollection of having done so, in some years to come. With this fear in mind comes the carry forward of youthful affectations into our adult life.

A guide-book to life and living it must be written, collectively if necessary, by our old ones so that the young ones don’t suffer as much as they do .What do you think about that? A book detailing , at every step of the way, what to do or not to do , what to wear or not to wear, and so on. Actually I would like to write something like that now but alas I am, not experienced enough to write a book that thick. I am still learning. I am what I call life’s hunched-back  apprentice, watching, listening, documenting with keen eyes, all of  her secrets and  her overt sense of dark humour so I can one day pass down some ”Nyansa” ( wisdom ) to my unborn kids.


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Trip to Ofankor

Journey To The East

Journey To The East

I took these a while back when my siblings and I went to visit our most beloved uncle in Ofankor.

After fumbling about with our transportation arrangements for two hours, we set off on our way to the hills of Ofankor. The ride there was one of the most uncomfortable ones I’ve ever had. The Achimota Overpass and surrounding areas were in such a sorry state I couldn’t believe what I saw. I don’t remember exactly when the project started but I know for certain that it was started a while back and should have been completed by now. My eyes were sore from all the sand particles that accumulated in them. My lips felt like they’ve been rubbed with fine-sand paper. I was thirsty but too pissed off to drink anything. Huff!

Anyway, we finally got there in about 2hours (or at least that’s how long it seemed at the time) from the Achimota bridge. A journey that should have lasted 30mins at most.

After the long-time-no-see hugs and pleasantries we watched Shirley Frimpong Manson’s ”A Sting In A Tale” after which I went for a stroll out of boredom.I didn’t roam about a lot though because of my innate fear of being stabbed or shot in the groin or ass-raped for trespassing. A good fear to have I think; don’t go roaming about places you don’t know unless it is with a local guide. Preferably one that looks like Hulk Hogan’s half brother. I didn’t want to look too touristy with my sandals and digital camera in hand snapping away at every moving or static object so I decided to take pictures of the hills, plants, one butterfly, and some pottery, out of plain view. The boldest I got was to stop one stranger to take his pic. Never done that before; somethings just need to be captured and frozen in time. He is the one in the red and blue jersey with the black polythene bag on his head.

In the late hours of a rather hot afternoon, we were treated to some delicious fufu and ”Aponkyen nkrakra” . Sorry but ”Light soup” just doesn’t capture the utter deliciousness of the chow. And besides there was nothing light about the soup. I could barely walk three feet before catching my breath afterwards. Aah bliss!

The ride back to Central Accra was a breeze compared to that of the morning’s. May be because the taxi driver was playing a Live album by J.A Adofo.I fucking love that man’s voice, nothing like it around.A true living legend of Ghanaian music. Been a while I listened to some golden Ghanaian music so this was a welcomed distraction from simmering road rage.


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Video of the day – Girl takes pic of herself every day for three years

This is what I call dedication; this is if you take her word for it 😉

I don’t think I have the stamina or the drive for a project of this magnitude . Amazing thing is that she, unlike other girls I know, didn’t add an inch of fat to her cheek muscles. Not an inch. What is your secret girl? Must be all that noodles :-)(no Asian stereotyping here please,reserve you flames) No smile lines either. Indicative of a secluded life, an unhappy one,member of the republican party, virgin perhaps ? My bet is on the last one. Most deflowered girls, that I know of, have slut written all over their faces. She doesn’t. Just kidding.

It’s a pretty short video but I bet you will , like me, watch it more than once.


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On to a better place…

My heart is hurting
My soul weakened
My eyes burn,

For true fans of world music
You made us listen to the best.

I feel a tear drop
I cant believe you are gone.

You casually introduced me to Fado
She seduced me thoroughly.

It is through you that I came to love Manu Dibango,K’Naan, Symphiwe Dana and Mariza.

I am not one to compartmentalize my dearly departed Into levels in the afterlife.

I am sure though, you’ll be making the angels dance,
Wherever that better place is.

Dedicated to the great Charlie Gillet.

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Video of the day –The World’s Biggest Muscles

This guy obviously has eaten too much of Popeye‘s spinach LOL. Damn!

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Can’t keep me down

I find it hard to stay miserable even if I had a good reason to be miserable in the first place. My brain just cant handle prolonged periods of uninterrupted funk.

Whatever it is that gets me down goes away after a while. Wherever that place is I don’t know. I wish I did though, so I could invade it and destroy it, permanently.

I read somewhere that human beings are not designed to be happy for a long time. We are built to enjoy our happiness at short intense burst of emotional episodes. This might explain why some people just cant handle it all when they are overjoyed about something and just let their tears handle the rest of the excitement.

Yesterday ,for lack of a better word was, completely fucked up. I was partly doped up by hanging around my pothead buddies smoking some weed. I helped myself to half a pack of PAL MALL (menthol. I know I should quit :-p). I blew an opportunity to get laid, AGAIN (don’t want to talk about it. But then again does a girl want to fuck you just because she casually invites you into her room? Personally I think not).

I felt tired for no reason, apart from my regular morning exercise which is actually my early morning energy booster and not my Kryptonite , I did nothing other than sit around making small talk. May be I was thinking too hard. I have a formula for thinking. I start with the urgent stuff in my life that need immediate attention, then to dirty stuff, then to plans of  finding the girl of my dreams, then to the mundane, to the cryptic and downright weird, then to more dirty stuff, then back to the beginning. A vicious cycle.

After everything that happened in that one day, I just shut down to reboot my brains to function properly again. I was tetchy and very edgy. Unfortunately I am too passionate a man to keep things bottled up. Unfortunate, because the ones who are closest to me bare the brunt of my nastiness.

Anyway, today wasn’t completely different but much better. I woke up with a clearer and more purposeful outlook on life. I have more ”Vim” as we say over here. Nothing is as bad as you think it is, once you think of all the people who died withing the time you were sulking. Things will and do get better, eventually. I am living proof.

Ps: Sleep is my drug of choice to forget about all my problems; not alcohol or class A drugs 😉


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10 Signs that tell you, you need some deodorant

10 signs that tell you, you need a new deodorant

  • People smile around you when nothing is funny
  • You make grown men cry without doing anything
  • Everybody smells something funny except you
  • Kids pinch their noses and point at your armpit
  • Your grandma has asthma attacks anytime you’re around
  • You disperse crowds more often than you assemble them
  • Nobody ever gives you a high five
  • When your sweat keeps burning holes in the armpit area of your clothes
  • Your girlfriend never wants to hug you or cuddle
  • You keep receiving aftershaves and hygiene products on your birthday

If these signs dont give it away, nothing will 😉


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