Mutombo da poet – I for talk ft M3nsa

_Steve (follow me on twitter @song_1985)

Real Madrid Humiliates Barca at home

Alone But not Lonely

 

I don’t have a girlfriend. I don’t have many friends. But do you see me moping around acting like a homesick boarding school teenager? No!

For some strange reason I enjoy being alone and by myself most of the time. Strange because man has evolved into a social being with all the responsibilities and rights that come with such an evolution. This involves among other things making friends, keeping the good ones, cutting off the bad ones etc. Alas this evolution left me behind.

By myself I feel less fidgety and nervous. I don’t get that feeling that a thousand pairs of eyes are on me scrutinizing my every move – from nose picking to sneezing. I get to think better when I’m alone too. I doubt any kind of productive thinking can occur with the whole world watching, and God forbid reading your thoughts as they form in that little coconut of yours.

Most of the things I think about are about efficiency in my day-to-day dealings with the world. When to wake up, what to do right out of bed and more importantly what time I allocate to these things, until I hit the bed late at night. Thinking is one thing, doing is quite another. So then I ask myself why think at all if I don’t get any of these things done, and done right? Well, I can’t help myself. I don’t see myself doing any other important thing in my leisure time other than think. I’m  no Gandhi or Einstein but I’m a thinker, of sorts. Give me an isolated room atop a mountain anywhere in the world, that’s not too cold and I might end up coming up with a solution to the Israel-Palestine conflict, global hunger and poverty, AIDS and understanding those aliens we call women. Hell, I’ll even cool the planet if you throw in twelve dozen chilled six-pack beers.

Back to the girlfriend issue. The last one I had dumped me (I never get to do the dumping) in 2008 because she wants more out of life than I could give her, money-wise. That’s it. She didn’t leave because I was a lousy lover in and out of bed, or because I did really bad things like chewing with my mouth open.

That whole experience left me really fucked up. Should I have just manned up and forget the bitch and move on? If I could I would have. I happen to be the sensitive kind so matters of the heart do matter to me.

But lately I’ve found that I’ve become more interested again. I’ve started looking around but I still haven’t found any suitable mates ( Jezzus I sound like David Attenborough talking about Orangutan breeding habits). So in the mean time it’s just me and my thinking sessions and my lubricants 😉

_Steve (@song_1985)

 

Been Thinking ’bout …

 

1. Letting go and experiencing life from an new perspective

2. Letting in positive energy and exuding that same energy

3. Ass kissing

4. Hustling forwards and backwards

5. Why I chew toothpicks after they’ve outlived their usefulness

6. Why I chew my Wriggley’s PK chewing gum till it has outlived its usefulness and it is at one with the taste of my mouth.

7. About nerves and why we never master them whiles sober

8. About charisma and alpha male archetypes

9. Self censorship and not giving a fuck. And about the fine line that exist between them

10. Building a self-sustaining empire.

 

_Steve (@song_1985)

Video_Nana Addo Falls

In keeping with the overall election infested zeitgeist of the country I’ve decided to post this video that for me captures the essence of politics in one big sumptuous crash.

And in the words of one commenter on this video’s YouTube page, “free shs, free meal, free transport, free stage, free fall” all die be die” . Indeed.

I can imagine Prez. Mahama and his never-dying grin, on a similar stage. I don’t think I could stand the pain that my gut would generate from the laughter if it did happen. Just winced thinking about it actually lol.

D_

Method Man _Even If

Been looking for this track for as long as it has been around. I think the first time that I heard it was on “President Bushke”‘s show on VIBEFM one evening. And as the case with many radio djs, he failed to the name of the track he just played. I heard it again on JOYFM this weekend, looked up the lyrics (because the dj (Mensah) forgot to mention his playlist AGAIN!) and finally found it. This might not be to everyone’s taste but enjoy it just the same my people. Don’t forget your hip hop head nod. 😉

D_

Personal hygiene is VERY personal

 

hy·giene/ˈhījēn/
Noun: Conditions or practices conducive to maintaining health and preventing disease, esp. through cleanliness

The above definition is quite clear.Maintain good health or you’ll fall sick or worse, die. Personally I think I maintain the hygiene habits of a 20 something year old male bachelor. Basic, functional and non-lethal. Sadly, this isn’t something I can say about the standard of hygiene of others.

In public places of convenience built by the government (KVIPs as we in Ghana call them) and at work, you expect a certain standard of hygiene so you don’t fall sick after relieving your constipation. The situation in reality is far from the case. The public ‘shithouses’ I’ve been to maintain health standards not fit for the lowest of creatures walking the planet.

Not even Qaddafi.

The very few times I’ve had the displeasure of using these facilities in Accra, I nearly passed out from holding my breath too long. They smelled like rotten eggs + urine kept for weeks + vomit + cigarette smoke + shit. And for some strange reason, every occasion that I found myself using these places, I had to move from stall to stall because one diarrhea-stricken bastard decided to let it rip right on the floor. Or some other bastard who had kept his shit for a whole week and had finally decided to visit and ended up filling the bowl, with bubbling, foamy, shockingly disgusting shit. SHIT!.

As a result of these shocking experiences, I’ve come to expect little of people outside of my house when it comes to hygiene. Most people don’t give a fuck about their health and so one would be stupid to expect them to care about the health of others. At least when they leave their respective homes.

And this brings me to the reason I decided to blog about this issue at all. The temperament of the toilet at work. She has grown to develop very violent mood swings. At one time she would be so clean and smell so fresh it could pass for a residential toilet sprayed with the sparingly used the-rich-relative-is-visiting perfume.

At times like these, my piss and the occasional poop, ease out stress-free.

However, when she does get into her bad moods, my dear friends, it ain’t a pretty sight at all, even for the blind. With the help of a leaky wash bowl they can conspire to stink up the place, wet the floor so bad sometimes there is no leg room for the customary leg-spreading when urinating and when it gets really bad, no water to flush her shit because of low water pressure. Not her fault but this proves how poor a hostess she can be to us.

I hope you’ve followed my subtle attempt at humour till now.

This collective running away of taking responsibility to keep her clean when her mood sours, is a shame since it is hard to point fingers to any particular person. But this leaves me thinking about why others don’t put in the needed effort to keep the washroom clean when the rest are clearly doing so. And the painful thing is the faults of the minority are more obvious than that of the majority.

It is also very obvious that the unknown offenders’ hygiene standards, if they possess them at all, go south when they leave their homes. Way down south. Who is going to finger them out and confront them to stop soiling up a place of repose for some of us and even forbid them from using it so they learn the hard way? One day of having to run down the stairs to find a toilet because you were just about to ‘pop’ will teach anyone of them a lesson.

Embarrassing, these people aside, the cost implications here are evident. Water and chemicals are usually used in large quantities when the clean up finally starts. Office stress can also escalate when one has just been to toilet hell and back. I can verify this because of the strange coincidence between people having terrible moods and when our toilet’s not clean. And how does this affect us? Well performing at 80% instead of 90% will affect productivity in the long run.

hy·giene/ˈhījēn/
Noun: Conditions or practices conducive to maintaining health and preventing disease, esp. through cleanliness

Remember this and abide by it.

D_

Jay-Z & Kanye West ft Frank Ocean_No church in the wild

I have to say a big thank to MissNass of Yfm for playing this track two days ago. I know it must be hard being who she is and being forced to play some pop shit to maintain the status quo and keep the money flowing into the building. But every once in a while she drops something that we, on the other side of the field, left field, love to death. And like the slow eradication of the white race by half breeds, we will conquer the world with our brand of GOOD MUSIC
😉

Keep the fire burning

D_

POWER JUNKIE

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?
God?
Rain?
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.

Ghanaian nurses assault patient

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.

READ THE FULL STORY HERE

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