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Ugh!!!

I know it's barely 8 o'clock in morning and by all accounts, I should be blogging about the most tremendous sporting event on the planet (which will kick off at 9:30 am - Go SA!!), but I woke up with bile in my mouth and…

In the Shadows of Black Molestation

When it comes to certain "unpleasant" topics, Black people willingly choose denial. As a people, we tend to categorize problems by race. "Only White people have Downs Syndrome" or "Only White fathers rape their daughters". 20 years ago "only White guys were gay". Sadly, we…

Ode to my BFFFL

*OK, so this isn't really an "ode". Who has time to formulate rhyme, stanzas and onomatopoeia in 2010? Nana Darkoa Sekyiamah is my BFFFL. My Best Friend for Freakin' LIFE...ya heard? It's funny, but when you first meet someone, you never know what kind of…

My Underwear Spoke to me Last Night

They say you can tell a lot about a woman by judging her underthings. Her bras and panties will tell you if she's sexy, confident or a timid recluse. My bra piped up last night and told me I was still an impoverished Ghanaian girl…

55* Degree Weather

I've been in a funk for the last 3 months. The weather has been awful, it's been ridiculously cold by Atlanta standards, the heat went out in our house, and I haven't felt like leaving my tiny two-bedroom house - a two-bedroom house inhabited by…

My Life is an Offence

I understand that by simply being born and making certain day-to-day decisions my life is a complete offence  to many extremist groups. And yeah, I said it: Y'all are EXTREMISTS. How have I harmed thee? Let me list the ways: 1. I love meat and…

Anybody else miss the 90's?

As far as I'm concerned, the 90's were awesome. There was global prosperity, playboy Bill Clinton was president, and everyone was generally in a good mood. Well, except for the Middle Easterners, but then they're always pissed off. Tyra Banks had shown us Black women could…

Can I live without Facebook?

I grew up in an age when teenagers memorized addresses and telephone numbers, and could rattle off the 7 digits (6 if you lived in Ghana) assigned to a particular individual. We walked our neighborhoods and could give you 4 different ways to reach a…