Musings

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…

The problem with little Black princesses

Every time a movie comes out concerning “Black subject matter” and featuring Black actors, there is a segment of the population that almost immediately comes crawling out of the wood work with harsh critique and absurd disapproval. I call this populace “The Tiresome Talented Tenth”.…

Should we legalize weed? – Uhh..YEAH!

Weed, weed, weed. My feelings about Mary Jane are a little mixed. After all, one of my first boyfriends told me that if I "didn't like him smoking weed, I could break up with him!" I was shocked. He had chosen the 'other woman' over…

OH Ame-ri-KKK-a!!

At first I was just going to make a witty status update about what relentless bulldog byiatches Nancy Grace and that Velez-Mitchell chick were (and how you have to be a heartless whore to have your own show on HLN these days), but the media…