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The Best Man I Can Be!

17 Feb

Guys don’t get to be off the hook either. Just because it begged to be completed, I wrote this piece as the complement to last week’s bit ‘Who’s That Girl?!’ here: http://goldinwords.com/2012/02/11/whos-that-girl/

I hope I’ll have a witness in the house tonight!


My brothers, once again, we have a problem and I need to address it before we become the fathers that our friends, family, wives and children will love to hate. I happen to believe that every man is called to be a Gentleman.

In the tradition of Slim Shady, let me first ask all the real Gentlemen to please stand up – wait! Not so fast! So you say you’re a Gentleman? Prove it. It doesn’t come cheap you know?! And FYI, I’m not talking about money here.

Coming straight to the point, let me emphatically state: It’s not because of your Pierre Cardin long-sleeved shirts, your Trezeguet watch, your Cole Haan loafers or your Emporio Armani jacket that you gain membership to this Fraternity. It’s also not because of your maxed out KLM Frequent Flyer card either. And let’s not get on the case of your presumed freshness! It’s not the outside that counts my man: it’s what’s inside you. Read the rest of this entry »


 
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The Perfect Mistress II

13 Feb

Tell me, why does Kusi’s wahala captivate you so much? Is it because you’ve lived it, or you easily could? What do you think, does the childhood sweetheart win over the impending bride? This week’s piece clarifies things more. But just a reminder on where we left off;

After week one, Kailie and I hit it off like it we had never been apart. But I never really liked her, it was Afua, it had always been her and at the time, I didn’t know it’ll always be her. Because of Kailie, Afua and I got to speak once in a while, then it became more frequent till we could have ten-minute conversations on our own. She was delicate and intricate, sweet and obstinate, so strong willed, so…so…Afua.

I didn’t have to wait a whole year to return to Newark, Aunty Kay wanted me over for the Christmas break too. It was impromptu, but I was delighted to go. Kailie wasn’t expecting me till the next summer, and I guess the chilly winter made allowing Calvin Safo privileges seem like a smart thing to do. When I found out, I was hurt, naturally, but not devastatingly so. It was that vac Afua and I got really close.

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I secretly thanked Kailie for her blunder and savored every moment I spent with Afua. Fortunately, they had had some girl squabble and weren’t on good terms, all the better! Things were fast-slow with Afua, I mean we were very close, but she wouldn’t let me in (I don’t meant that literally!). She was full of life and knew at thirteen that she wanted to be a top lawyer with a major New York firm. She was so intelligent, the first time I heard the word ‘evasive’ was when she used it to describe me. She couldn’t grasp how I always managed to dodge her serious questions, and there was something she just couldn’t figure out about me. In retrospect, I guess that’s what kept me on her mind.

Her mum and mine had gotten pretty close, and along with Aunty Kay, had become a trinity of sorts, all the better! On my last day, when she realized she wasn’t going to see me for another six months she gave me a hug so intimate, so pure I wouldn’t trade it for all the kisses I’ve had since (countless, with most meaningless). That’s why if you ask me, I don’t think the sweetness of a hug is proportional to how foamy the lady’s chest is. Read the rest of this entry »


 
 

Who’s That Girl?!

11 Feb

Don’t you sometimes wish the roles had been clearly defined?? I know I do! Many times, I’ve felt like somewhere along the road (probably somewhere in between male chauvinism and feminism; or between the ‘Good Old Days’ and Beijing!) we got the roles either twisted, or just totally trashed the standards. So in response to this perceived ‘imbalance’ I wrote this piece at the insistence of a friend of mine a while ago. But I also tweaked it a bit.

So this is my take on one of my most favorite people in the world: the Lady.

 

A Lady is a woman who makes a man act like a Gentleman…

I honestly don’t remember where I first heard that nugget of gold but it’s been one of my central beliefs ever since.

So this’s basically my answer to a question that seems bound to pop up at some point or another: That girl you’re checking out, is she a Lady? Read the rest of this entry »


 
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The Prick & Dick Trickery -Guest Poet, Leslie Aryeh

09 Feb

‘The Lust Masquerade’ has turned out to be the most read article here on Goldinwords within the shortest space of time. It also generated the most traffic this site has ever seen on one day! I don’t think we’ll know for sure the full magnitude of its ripple effect, but there is something notable those 903 words have inspired, and that’s what I cant wait to share with you.

Solely via this blog, I’ve come to know people I’ll otherwise never have known, Leslie Aryeh is an example. He is one of those people who have gone past being loyal fans to becoming an integral part of this blog. Countless times he’s e-mailed, commented and commended. Though I have never met him, I have more than enough reason to believe he’s a swell person, and a very creative one too, you’ll see. He read ‘The Lust Masquerade’ and was moved to write a poem based on it. The second I read it, I knew you’ll love it. He gave me the honor of titling it, and you know how unconventional I am with titles, so I thought, why not call it ‘The Prick & Dick Trickery’. So here you go, Leslie Aryeh’s…

The Prick & Dick Trickery

I speak of a time

A time when white was white

And black was a blot not a fashionable polka dot

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The Perfect Mistress

06 Feb

I was standing on the altar, with Nana behind me. The cathedral was sparsely adorned with striking purple and silver banners. Family and close friends who knew the colors had dressed accordingly so that a panoramic view would have given the impression of an elite, contemporary choir. Nana dutifully wiped off non-existent lint from my one-button blue-black tuxedo, ensuring that I was in perfect shape for my wedding. If only that was something another man could ensure.

Father Andoh bellowed in his rich baritone “Shall we welcome the bride?” Indirectly commanding the about three-hundred guests to rise and turn to the dome-entrance of the century-old Holy Spirit Cathedral. The grand piano begun to play the famous, age-old, clichéd (to me) wedding chorus; ♫panpanpanaa, panpanpanaa… ♫ I hadn’t wanted that, but any Swaniker wedding had to play by the Swaniker traditions. I would have rather had P-SQUARE on stage singing their hit song No One Like You

I was anxious to behold her, I hadn’t seen her in two days, and she hadn’t slept over in three months. Her conventional mother had insisted on all the old-fashioned traditions and her too-rich-to-be-human father hadn’t stopped breathing down my neck since three months ago when Sarah told him about our marriage plans.

In the two days I hadn’t seen her, we had exchanged 314 Whatsapp messages, and had been on the phone for approximately three and half hours. She was 59% responsible for that. She told me about the $9,000 dress her sister had brought from London, and the $1,800 tiara her mother had gifted her with. I was sure they’ll be glamorous but my mind kept chiming “All that cash?!” So I was anxious to see her. Read the rest of this entry »


 
 

Knowing Me (Also!) Better

02 Feb

I write. Sometimes. But I like to challenge myself to do things most people I know wouldn’t. I also like to devise a new ‘take’ on things. So I’m stealing the format of this bit from Benjamin’s ‘Know Me Better’ – at least, that’s my excuse :D .

 

The Fun Me

My name’s Tele, Seth Tele Hassan (I always feel a little bit extra confidence after I say my name like that). Tomorrow, the 3rd of February, I shall celebrate my next birthday (and serendipitously, officially become a licensed medical doctor!)

I don’t do sports (no football, no basketball, no tennis). But I’m not fat! (I think Someone Up There is helping me out with that one) I am a bona fide gamer though. Ever since I saw that frustrating Minesweeper at the age of 3, I was hooked! Now whether it’s a PC game, PlayStation or even on the iPad, I can assure you that I can, in the least, give you the run of your life for your money! Different friends have tried to teach me swimming though, but the thought of that just makes me wince at the memories it’ll evoke…so I’ve just thought of the best way around that: I’ll just wait to learn with my children in the future (that way I can’t do too horribly, and their presence will chase the bad memories away.) Read the rest of this entry »


 
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Me & the Most Notorious Old Testament King

31 Jan

The Ghanaian media is currently experiencing a ‘Gargantuan Crimes’ fad, to the extent that the phrase is being used in reference to just about anything. Like, “Look at the gargantuan lunch you’re having”, or “My love for you is so gargantuan eh!” lol, you know how we [Gh] do. It was originally used by the recently-fired Attorney General in describing the nature of wrongdoings plaguing the incumbent government.

Well there’s this dude in the Old Testament who makes any gargantuan crime of any current government official seem like child’s play. What baffles me is that at a time when God was extremely active in king making, this king managed to remain in power for 22 years! I’m also curious about his wife, a woman who scared the legendary prophet Elijah out of his socks animal-skin flip-flops, a woman who is even used in modern day to describe evil, ruthless women who stop at nothing to get what they want; Jezebel.

So I called King Ahab up, and I was like “Yo, what’re my chances of getting an exclusive with you?” Read the rest of this entry »


 
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Goldinwords Gets 2nd Resident Blogger!

26 Jan

In the past two years that we’ve been walking this road, we’ve had a wonderful time. Every week (well, almost), I’ve provided you with a refreshing reading experience, and you have shown your contentment by visiting frequently and bringing friends along. Today, there are over 500 of us fans, and over 300 of us subscribers from all walks of life. Those who visit, but leave no trail (ghost visitors) are several hundreds too.

We have frequent visitors from seventy countries in all five continents of this world, and that’s even our worst case scenario! This year, we’re on a GROWTH SPREE. The emphasis isn’t on the numbers though, but on how impressed each visit here leaves you. That’s the way to go abi? You’ve complained countless times about how infrequent posts updates are – I heard. You’d like that there weren’t so many gaps between posts too, right? I’ve tried to fix that. And so I have great news for you. Goldinwords is getting a SECOND resident blogger!

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the LUST masquerade

24 Jan

A few days ago (for that’s how it feels like), you had to eavesdrop on the conversation of a bunch of drunk horny unmarried men to hear about sex. You had to get the corner booth of an obscure internet café a bus-ride from your town, close to midnight to feel ‘safe’ enough to visit a porno website. You had to get stranded in town to chance upon a prostitute at Circle or the Akuffo Addo round-about in Cantoments. You could freely use dictionary words like ‘come’, ‘penetrate’ ‘blue’ ‘balls’ ‘dirty’ ‘eat’ ‘prick’ ‘cock’ doggy’ ‘pussy’ and ‘wet’ without the worry of being misunderstood. Those were the good old days (relatively).

Now it is in the jokes we laugh at, in the songs we dance to, in the interesting chats we have, in the good movies we watch, in the statuses we update. It’s in the lifestyles of our mentors, in our favorite books, on billboards and banners. Tell me, what on earth is a horny-looking half-naked curvaceous woman doing on a Read the rest of this entry »


 
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Being your Boyfriend’s Best Friend-the dream

19 Jan

The kind of boyfriend I refer to in this article is the kind who earnestly desires to be faithful and truly doesn’t want to lose you, not the kind who mentally undresses all your female friends and abjectly disrespects your commitment. Such a man child doesn’t deserve you for even an online acquaintance.

Becoming your boyfriend’s best friend is an ambitious quest. You’re looking forward to the day when he’ll rush to confide in you before calling his boys boys. What are his secrets? The ones he’ll tell his clique but not you, his girlfriend. Why can they call him silly names with him laughing in response, but when you say same, he flips and feels disrespected? They casually ask him ‘W’agyimi anaa? Why you fool so? Abodam” He giggles and replies “Daabi, me na me y3 gyime3 nu, I am foolishness itself” They rumble on about other matters and bark at each other by the minute. That is their intimate expression of camaraderie and it’s beautiful, considering how petty your girlfriends can be. Read the rest of this entry »


 
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New Year Ramblings…

04 Jan

I’m not your typical ‘where’s-the-next-show-at’ kind of guy. In fact, sleep , zuma and good movies are to me what the Accra Int Conf Center is to an outing junkie or beer is to a bum. This Christmas break, I had loads of them (sleep, zuma, movies) plus a John Grisham! Tingly sensations engulfed me as I turned each page of ‘The Broker’,  and as I savored each twist of story-telling genius, I resolved to cultivate the kind of discipline required to be consistent with updating Goldinwords and finishing AVR (The Agency Vrs the Republic- you know about that right?) in grand style.

I’m not too much into resolutions too, maybe I’m afraid of disappointing myself, maybe I find them a bit cliché. I mean come on people, what’s the success rate of previous years and what’s going to happen if your resolutions contradict God’s plans for your life? Imagine if God’s plan is for you to become an evangelist but you’ve resolved this year to know your hip hop better so you can be a better DJ at upcoming engagements and weddings (a rather booming industry in GH now).

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Goldinwords @ 2mucHeaven concert –A must attend!

20 Dec

Last Saturday easily passed as the most eventful weekend in Ghanaian history! Never more have there been as many weddings.  Caterers, spinners, décor houses and photographers combined made more cash last weekend alone than you and I put together in our entire lives. There were so many bridal-decorated cars in town you could have easily concluded that there was a bride in every eight cars.  I had three of them to be at; my neighbor’s (the one I could awake at dawn to play small poles with. Can’t do so anymore :-( ) and two colleagues at work. Traffic was hopeless and wickedly winding. Those who knew lungulungus saved some time, I dropped like a sack when I finally saw my bed that night.

If all of last weekend’s couples have consummated their marriages by now, I  confidently announce to you that barring any unforeseen bareness, next year will begin Ghana’s baby boom generation, whole economic projections can be made accordingly.

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Me & the Bethlehem Donkey

15 Dec

First of all: I’ve enjoyed writing this piece because, aside the beautiful challenge of merging spirituality with humor and lucid writing, I have had to research a lot. There are several misconceptions about Christmas and the birth of Jesus. There are many other things we take for granted, but the opinionated donkey that transported Mary to Bethlehem educates us today.

The core message of this piece is the significance of the birth of Jesus, everything else is peripheral so do forgive any theological inconsistencies and whatnots, I berg.

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I can talk to animals! No jokes. I discovered this rare gift last Thursday when I was returning home from work. There was a dog snail-crossing the road my troskie was speeding on. I was sitting in the front passenger seat and the driver looked like he’d had enough with these more-daring-than-men creatures. He was intent on running the dog over. In dreadful horror I closed my eyes, tightened my stomach, twitched my toes and bit my lips. It dawned on me that the dog must have been born on a Tuesday, so in my mind I screamed “Kwabena, son of a bitch. Quicken your steps lest your lazy walk ends you up in animalistic hell.” There and then noorr the dog leaped and barely escaped the tires of the thundering rusty tin of a bus.

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2 Cupids, 1 Heart- The Showdown

06 Dec

Honestly, this Chris and Ginny palaver is taking a toll on even me o, so I can imagine  what it is doing to you. Today he tells her, see what happens. But remember where we left off?

I feigned disapproval. Then later as we were driving to the GIMPA gardens to confirm our reservation for Saturday’s wedding reception, I feigned deep interest. I feigned just about every emotion that day. The only emotion I could have easily and sincerely expressed would have been abject confusion.

Should I tell him? Should i ‘hypotheticalize’ it and ask for advice? Should I find Ginny, grab and kiss her and let things find their feet? Whatever it is I had to do, it had to be done in forty-eight hours. That was all I had left until the love of my life got married to my brother-of-a-friend.

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Traffic in Accra was more dreadful than a skin disease. After GIMPA, we drove to the Accra Mall and finalized arrangements with Kwame Pocho, Accra’s paparazzi sensation. We picked up much needed cheques from two of Sam’s bosses in Osu and Labadi. Then we drove towards Airport Residential area to confirm the African Regency reservations; that’s where the couple would spend their first married night.

Sam asked what I thought of the king size bed. My cruel mind visualized Ginny lying on his bare chest, covered in nothing but a duvet, and I rushed to the bathroom like I’d had a purgative for breakfast. I couldn’t stand the thought, I didn’t want to admit it, but the manageable trickle of jealousy in my veins was growing into a steady stream.

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My Success, Your Disappointment

25 Nov

If you’ve experienced a significant transformation in your life, this is the kind of poem you will identify with. For example with me, I used to be vertically challenged when I was little. Given, I’m not the tallest guy in the room now but I’ve certainly exceeded the height expectations of many, and that is without standing on my wallet o, lol.

So yeah, they expected less, now you’ve exceeded those expectations. They (and you yourself could be part of the ‘they’), thought you’d be hopeless, but see how your future’s shaping up. See how you’re forging on from that seemingly irrecoverable disappointment. So this is your in-your-face speech. Enjoy.

 

My success, Your Disappointment


Before, I was trapped in a boring hard shell,

Now I can’t even see earth from my high flight route.

You mocked my million legs, ugly fur and spineless body

I patiently waited for time to pass, and I morphed into a flying beauty,

Now I’m so pretty they use my pics for postcards and writing pads.

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2 Cupids, 1 Heart- Loving my best friend’s girl VI

22 Nov

How’ve you been? I’m not going to blabber (much to your relief I figure). Straight to the main course we go. But first, where we left off last week;

Somewhere in the middle of the stack, I saw it. The stained, cover-less exercise book I wrote in, not lecture notes. You see, as a matter of principle, I don’t keep diaries. I’d write my precious thoughts in stanzas. It was my little-known talent. I didn’t speak of it much because it was inconsistent with my alpha-male aura. Can you picture Christiano Ronaldo and Shakespeare in one person? Exactly! Back in the day, I used to rap some of the poems, but some things were too pristine, too ethereal, too pure for a ghetto rendition, Like Ginny. Half of the scribbles in that book were about her.

“Hi Chris, it’s been ages.”

OO SHIT! That wasn’t Amma, and it couldn’t have been Sam’s voice. I turned, slow mo, it was Ginny. She was standing in the doorway, my doorway. My bladder filled spontaneously, and I got it like a friend request; I wasn’t over her.

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My pupils dilated, I felt cold all over and my hands moved clumsily. I didn’t even realize I had dropped my poem book. If I had taken an X-ray then, it would have shown my stomach touching my heart, and my intestines writing “Awurade m’awu!”

She wore a long oversize polka dot shirt over blue pencil jeans. The large black belt she strapped over the shirt did more than correspond with the black dots in her shirt, it allowed her shapely figure to teasingly stand out in the otherwise casual attire.

She held her long black hair in a simple pony and other than lip gloss, she had no makeup on. But the Ginny that rendered my stiff a year and a half back, hadn’t lost even an ounce of her aesthetic glory.

I was unprepared but delighted. I was vulnerable, and had to be guarded. I had to say something, but all the energy I could muster went into keeping me together and acting as unclumsy as possible.

“Ginny?”

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2 Cupids, 1 Heart- Loving my best friend’s girl V

16 Nov

The cat napped,

The mice played.

The cat’s back,

Mice awaayyy!

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Hehehe, my sorry attempt to say sorry :-( But is it true? that an apology is more sincere when it’s brief? Because if that’s the case paah de, then i’m sorry for the fallow period; i was re-fertilizing:-D

So here you go, the continuation of your addictively loved story (I don’t get why someone falling for his best friend’s girl piques your interest so. why is it because…lol) anyways, so from where we left off;

The more I thought about it, the more I looked forward to it; I’d see Ginny and know for sure that I was free of her haunting sweetness, of her lingering effects. Yes, this would be a liberation of sorts, and my inexplicable coldness would be needless. I could be a friend in the true sense…or I could be in for the rudest shock. I could find out that what I perceived as a complete emotional detachment was actually latent passion. Aarrrggghhhh.

These thoughts streamed through my mind as I checked in to JFK the following Thursday. My Virgin Atlantic flight was going to stop over in London and I’d be in  Ghana before the next day ended, a week before Sam was to marry Ginny. Was I ready? I don’t know.

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My flight was smooth. By 6:45pm on Tuesday June 10th (five days before Sam’s wedding), I was sitting at the arrivals hall of the Kotoka International Airport. It was packed with Ghanaians coming home for summer and foreigners seeking oilier pastures. My head kept sticking out like a hydrogen-filled balloon, but I couldn’t see Sam.

My sorely-missed folks and Amma, my perceptive, beyond-her-years teenage sister had finally given in to waiting home for Sam to bring me before midnight. He had strongly insisted on taking me to see his new apartment in East Legon, but each minute he delayed in showing, I felt like calling Dad, or chartering a taxi. I helplessly waited, and there were few things I disliked more.

Worse was the fact that he was getting married, so he had enough get-out-of-jail-free cards to make me look bad for being upset. When 7:25pm came and he still hadn’t shown, I decided his cards were used up. I was about leaving when I heard the unmistakably sonorous voice of my best friend.

“Yo, yo yo yo waspaaappiinggg??!!!”

His demeanor was light and infectious, his smile was reminiscent of a blissful childhood, and I knew for a fact that I’d missed him. For the records, I’m not gay. In fact, I’m so straight that I could wear a g-string and still exude enough alpha-male aura to charm a nun. But when you’ve lived in a strange land for even a few months, you tend to value your childhood friends. A crowded sub-way in New York still felt lonely; everyone was invisible to everyone.

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Limitless Possibilities –strictly spiritual

14 Oct

I’ve transformed. In the past few weeks that I entered the ultimate wit-testing, creativity-demanding competition, I’ve seen barriers dissolve into mirages. Today, I want to infect you with that.

You know I love small poles right? The kind of soccer you play with nothing but amateur skills and willing neighbors. Well, afterwards, all four of us got talking. The highlight of our talk centered on the reality of occultist backing to music and business moguls. Then I thought aloud; as Christians, why can’t we invoke the Holy Spirit into our plans and dreams? Why can’t we chant some Psalms at midnight? Why can’t we sacrifice some cash in the offertory basket? The others do it, but to an inferior spiritual backing, so why can’t we do it to the Author and Finisher of fates?

Is it because he’s so available? If God resided hours away in some virgin forest, would that have made the pursuit of Him more worthwhile? Is it because he is so accessible? If God could only be spoken with after severe body cuts, bloodshed and sacrifices, would that have influenced our opinion of how potent he is? Is it because of how simple relating with Him is? If God was swathed in a cluster of riddles and mysteries, would that have made a successful understanding of him more significant? Frankly, what do we want? What do you want??!

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Love Never Stays for Breakfast

29 Sep

 I’ve been feeling pretty bad lately, that I had whet your appetite so much with the ’2 cupid, one heart’ story but hadn’t come through with the final part. The truth is, before you read a post here, it’s been proofread at least four times and has gone through several other editing procedures. It’s never flawless though, but I try.

So whilst I’m done with the draft of the final part, it still needs some polishing. And frankly, tell me, which will you rather; the smooth fluid writing you’ve fallen in love with, or a conspicuously shoddy end to the beautiful story? Thheerree you go :-) . So, I’m rising above the shyous restraint of not having fulfilled my promise to say hello to you. Plus there’s this controversial poem that you just must see.

Love is not fair to everyone. This poem’s for those it’s been unfair to. I thought I’d vent your rage and dissapointment about how fleeting the emotion sometimes is. Just when you’re thinking she might be the one, she introduces you to her boyfriend and you seem silly and needy for misconstruing her sincere ‘dears’ for anything intimate. Love is gone before breakfast’s served.

 

Love Never Stays for Breakfast

She is doing it to me again;

She’s seeing through my eyes

And wiping off my conscience.

She’s holding me still, with that look

She’s unbuttoning my emotions

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Guest blogger N-Ya; Times change -A letter to Junior Agogo

14 Sep

 I am choosy about what I read and even more so about what I put up for you. Because I imagine how pissed off you will be if you sacrifice precious time to read something that turns out to be a scattered waste of English vocabulary and your scarce time. So if I go on to tell you that the piece you are about to enjoy is one of the best for this quarter, you’ve got to believe me.

N-Ya Gyamfi- Antwi has featured on Goldinwords a couple of times and stirred a sterling response with her flowing, graceful style. In this post, she outdoes herself with humor and an even easier style. It’s short alright, but the effect it’s likely to have on you is tall enough to slam dunk. After reading it, I knew you’d love it.

So enough of my blabbering. I’m handing the mic over. N-ya, make our day!

Well we were just clearing out an old bookshelf at home and stumbled upon a sealed envelope. It contained a letter my baby sis wrote to Junior Agogo back when he was Ghana’s Most Beautiful. See:

February 8, 2008.

Dear Junior,

I am a fifteen year old student… who admires you a lot. I’ve watched you play a lot of football matches and have decided that you are the best football player ever. I’ve always wanted the opportunity to see you in person but as fate would have it, I’ve only watched you once from a distance and that was at the Black Stars match against the Nigerian Eagles. I can’t be described as one who is easily taken aback by a person’s style of play but I must confess that the way you handled the ball was excellent. I also pray that in coming times, you become an even better player. Also, that maybe one day I will have the honour of owning your jersey. Please don’t get bored reading my letter since I never get tired of looking at your smile. I have a picture of you on a newspaper which I have proudly plastered on the wall in my room. Everybody inmy house is getting tired of listening to me these days because all I say is, ‘Junior this, Agogo that’. All the girls in my class have adapted [sic] your surname (Agogo) and re now using it as their nicknames.

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