For those of you, who want me to write an article expressing my thoughts about Archbishop Duncan Williams and the message he preached last week Sunday or so, I am sorry to disappoint you because I am not going to do that before somebody will quote “Touch not my anointed and do my prophet no harm” at me.
I have not updated my blog in like 3 weeks. I am so so sorry about that. My life is now cluttered with a lot of activities so much that I sometimes forget, I swore an oath to my avid readers to entertain them weekly or at worst bi-weekly. But I am here now and I hope this post warms your hearts enough to forgive me.
I remember when I discovered the snooze button of the alarm clock as a young boy. My uncle bought me the alarm clock as a Christmas present and I was so excited about the idea. It was early in the morning, and my alarm clock was going off. I didn’t want to get up and go to school, so I wondered if there was a way that I could silence the alarm for sometime so that I could get a little more rest. This would allow me just enough time to toss and turn for about 8 minutes, and sleep for the remaining 30 seconds, before starting the cycle all over again.
Because of my Ga jokes and jests on Social Media (most of those jokes are directed at Ga Girls though) my friends have resulted to calling me a tribalist based on my beliefs and my continued jesting about the Ga People Of Ghana. At first, I used to get offended when people inboxed me on Facebook, referring to me as tribalist, but frankly now I can not be bothered, because I know I am not a tribalist in the sense that I do not bring other tribes down. I jest about my own tribe for fun and I have no regrets whatsoever about that. I would not intentionally ridicule my own tribe on Social Media. For what?
The World Cup is over but one thing which is still lingering is the issue about Becca sleeping with some Ghanaian footballers in camp during the tournament. And of course, the hypocritical ones amongst us (especially the girls) were very quick to call her a slut, an ashawo and all manners of names on social media. Becca has since issued a public statement about the issue, denying the said story and has threatened legal action against the people allegedly smearing her name.
But lets imagine for some seconds that, those allegations were indeed true. What if its true? What if Becca actually slept with those people during the World Cup? Continue reading
I am going to have fun with this post because I have often thought about what I would buy if I won the lottery or made a huge amount of money from playing roulette in a casino. I am allowed to dream right?
What if? What if I clocked like $100,000- $500,000? or maybe even a $1,000,000?
#1 Firstly, I will go to church, give 10% of my winnings as tithe, and then, offer unto God through the church, a Thanksgiving offering. In All Things, I Have To Give Thanks Unto God.
I dedicate this post to my dear Facebook friends, twitter followers and blog readers who have found Love. There are so many different kinds of love. Love for your family, love for your pets, love for your friends and even love for the Kooko seller that makes your kooko every morning.
We experience it, but we may not always appreciate all the love in our daily lives, especially when we find ourselves alone, seeking that one love, the ROMANTIC Love.
Personally, I don’t care if you judge me after reading this post. The truth is, I felt like writing on a sensitive social topic and then, the issue of pornography came to mind. What you need to understand is this; that I am a normal, hyperactive boy like you, but there are times when you need to write on sensitive topics, no matter how uncomfortable it looks, so other people will learn from it. Nobody is perfect, we all need Grace.
I remember those days when we did not have access to the internet and it was the preserve of the rich, I decided to take a journey to the neighborhood cybercafe to do some browsing. Welcome to 2007.
It was a hot, sunny Saturday if my memory serves me right– ECG had taken the lights in some parts of Accra as usual. The birds were singing loudly than ever, the open gutters smelt of hot stagnant water and piss, and you could hear the bus conductor’s voice from afar shouting “Osu! Osu! Osu!”
If you have been following my writing for the last couple of weeks, you would realize, I have been writing more about relationships. (Don’t ask me why though, or else, tears will stream down my cheeks.)
For sometime now, I have been wondering why I am single and not dating. Have you wondered that too? Have you wondered why, most if not all your close friends have stable relationships and you are somewhat like the black sheep of the group?
There are two sides to every relationship. Believe it or not, you have the cheater (the person who does all of the cheating) and then you have the cheatee (the person who gets cheated on.) I posed this question a few days ago: Is there a such thing as faithfulness in a relationship these days? A lot of people lied and said yes, but I don’t believe that. With guys having wives, baby mothers, main girls and side girlfriends, and females settling for being the side chick or his main girl, do relationships between only two people exist anymore?