Note: My brother chose the title. Direct your ire at him. Let’s begin. This is so messed up. I’ve had my fingers on the keyboard for the last 20 minutes. I hardly know where to begin? Do I begin in 1959 when my uncle was born and tell you all about why he was named […]
Okay. To be fair, she didn’t really cry… but she did choke up a bit! I wonder if these celebrities know how much we mere mortals suffer for them. Examine yourself. You know what lengths you’ve gone to for a celebrity, whether it’s been making a choice between whether to eat or buy their latest […]
The sun had long set and we were on our way back home late one evening. Something flickered and reflected in my father’s headlights. He switched on his dome light and pulled up slowly to one of the many makeshift police barriers that spring up on the N1 highway after dark and greeting the officer […]
Happy Friday, MOM Squad and Random Readers! Earlier this year, we talked about how I was going to be blogging less because I was a-feared of the power of the interwebz and the trolls that maraud therein. A few things happened in that space of time. I contracted meningitis (which ate at my nerve endings […]
Thank you @1stclassballer for letting me know whom I should be directing my ire at. Cocobod, if you are found innocent, you have my apologies. But if I discover you have ANY part in this travesty, my threat to menstruate all over your Takoradi facility still stands! Dear Whoever is in Charge at Cocoa Processing […]
Dear Whoever is in Charge at Cocobod: Waaaaaaa look. I don’t even know who to address this letter to because your organization is being run by ghosts of failures past, present and soon-to-come. I want to show you something. Look at this. See! What the hell is THIS supposed to be? “Oh. Malaka. That’s Ghana’s […]
I had a co-worker who told me about a time he’d gone to pick his grandmother up from the train station or the airport. I can’t remember which. Where he picked her up from is not the point of the story. They were driving through a crowd of Black humanity somewhere down on the South […]
I don’t watch football too often, but when I do, there is a moment in each game that I live for. It’s when the referee frantically trots into the middle of the field whistle lodged between his chapped lips with a burn in his eyes. He throws a flag. I think he grabs one of […]
I know it’s not Christmas anymore and we’re already supposed to be looking forward to Valentine’s Day (2014!), but this story has been rattling around in my head for two weeks. Might as well let it out, right? We can’t take old baggage into the New Year! As it is with all three of […]
This post is for Ms. A Boz, who has been asking for an update on Douche Bag for months now. Well, I finally have something ‘worth’ reporting! I was told this day would come, but I never believed it would. After all, every other word I’ve heard out of Douche Bag’s mouth has either been […]
It’s only the middle of the month, but November has proven quite challenging for the images of Black women in popular culture and the media. By “challenging”, I mean we’ve taken a full on public flogging, having our chastity, intelligence, desirability and humanity come into question. The assault – which previously would only come twice […]
“You can’t handle the truth!!!” It would appear that this was the case on the Bethenny Show, a program on TV that I wasn’t even aware existed until 2 days ago. I am familiar with Bethenny Frankel who is a product of one of The Real Housewives franchises. I never cared much for her persona […]
I was catching up on the Colbert Report this weekend. I like to watch the entire week of the show in one go on Hulu. This Thursday Stephen Fry was Stephen Colbert’s guest. The two have a mutual admiration and affinity for each other, which is always a pleasure to watch. Cable TV is generally […]
Dear (and I use the term loosely) Yvonne, I was going to title this “Open Letter to Yvonne Okoro”, but with the spate of celebrity open letters clogging the interwebs these days, I decided against it. Besides, nothing gets another African woman’s attention like a sharp “herh!!” thrown in her direction. I am not writing […]
One of my favorite things about blogging has been that is has given me the opportunity to meet some really wonderful people. Most of the relationships formed through the blog are digitized, of course, but every once in a while, at the confluence of magic and determination, my readers and/or fellow bloggers get a chance […]
I have come to the conclusion that Robin Thicke is a Kumasiano Borga. How can I put this in general terms for my non-Ghanaian readers to understand? Hmmm… I’ve got it. You know that guy – that ONE African – swathed in acid washed jeans, neck heavy and blistering with an overabundance of gold chains, […]
Unless you count Here Comes Honey Boo-Boo, I don’t remember the last time I watched a pageant show. I was completely put off the pageant world after the Caitlin Upton fiasco in 2007 in which the then Miss (Teen) South Carolina was asked to give answer as to why a fifth of Americans couldn’t locate […]
I wasn’t going to blog about Friday the 13th because I’m not a superstitious sort of woman. Ironically, I almost didn’t blog about anything at all today, because I was confronted early this morning with my greatest phobia on this 13th day of the month. But I soldiered on and grabbed my laptop and ran […]
I don’t have all the answers, and never pretended that I have. It must be incredibly boring to be a know- it-all, and most likely even more frustrating to live in perfect belief that you do know it all, only to discover through some mundane event (like tripping over one’s shoe lace) that you really […]
As you all know, Russell Simmons launched his All Def Digital YouTube page this week with The Harriet Tubman Sex Diaries as the debut skit. Hilarity – shockingly – did not ensue. People were pretty darn outraged. I’m sure Uncle Rush did not understand why, particularly since the skit was the “funniest thing” he’d ever […]
You’ll have to forgive me for the rather ineloquent title. Unfortunately, “Ultimate Douche Bag” is reserved for someone else whom I loathe with unbridled disdain and “bloody, sold out idiot” just seemed apropos for the moment. Because surely, this is idiotic. Have you seen this? This is Russell Simmons contribution to “comedy”: [youtube=http://youtu.be/akRu9oyJT9U] Apparently, Mr. […]