Every year, Asian-American families send their young to community centers to study their native tongue and immerse them in the culture and customs of their land of origin. They do this so that they can still maintain a connection to their roots and be just as versed in life as an Asian as they are […]
I’m pretty sure I’ve said it before, and I’m going to say it again: This trip to Africa changed me forever…or has at least changed me for the foreseeable next few months. There was a time in my life when I was constantly worrying about EVERYTHING. At the slightest mishap, misstep, or diversion from my […]
Democrats are going to be scrambling during the lame duck session to get Don’t Ask Don’t Tell repealed before they leave their posts. I’ve got a good number of friends in the military, but none of them are gay (that I know of), so I really want their perspective on this who DADT bruhaha. Here’s […]
Yep. This is another blog about the movie For Colored Girls. Get used to it. Between now and January you’re going to see a lot of them out there in the blogosphere. The movie has received mixed reviews, but for the most part, the consensus is that it is amazing. Prior to watching the film, […]
Arrgghhh!!! I am SO sick of American political correctness. There used to be a time when people could engage in conversation, say what they mean (and mean what they say), listen to the other guy’s opinion and politely agree to disagree. End of discussion. Now? Now, if I didn’t vote for Obama and I happened […]
God, I love being a Ghanaian, don’t you? Although my hybrid blood prevents me from claiming to be a 100%, unadulterated Ghanaian, I am compelled to “foreskin” on that part of my heritage and claim it exclusively as my own. Every culture has something to brag about – something that makes them unique and special. […]
(Put away your harps and violins, lads; it’s not that kind of post today) Make new friends x2 But keep the old One is silver and other gold That was the refrain from this ghastly melody we were forced to sing as “obligatory” Girl Guides. We were “obligatory” because it was mandatory for every girl […]
When I was about 14, my sister and I got this poster that we hung on our bedroom closet that listed the ‘Great Queens of Africa’. It featured your usual suspects: Nzinga, Nefertiti, Queen Nandi and Yaa Asantewaa. With their faces staring back in the moonlight, I used to wonder what their majestic lives must […]
It’s been almost a week since I could bring myself to write anything. I have been sick with heart ache since Ghana “lost” to Uruguay last week in the World Cup. Inspiration, joy and the desire to write a single sentence left me momentarily. But Ise back now! It still hurts, but the pain has […]
This Father’s Day, I am feeling uncharacteristically sentimental. Call it hormones if you will, but I appreciate real men and real fathers today. Instead of spending time blasting the sorry dad’s that “don’t…”, I want to thank the dads that “do…”. In a world where fathers routinely eschew their responsibilities, I am proud to be a […]
Man I love the World Cup!!!! It truly does bring out the best in human kind. There are so many emotions that come along with watching the games. Fury, Fear, Fervor, Friendship and any other f-ing adjective you can think of. Princes and paupers, pontiffs and pagans, scullery maids and cabinet ministers – everyone loves […]
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 venom boiling in my veins. The cause: Douche Bag. Yes, […]
*Sigh* I love talking to my dad. It always makes for a good start/end to my day. This morning I called him just to say ‘hey’, and like most Africans tend to do, we began to discuss the economy and politics. “NDC has f*cked up everything!” he proclaimed. As expected, he launched into a missive […]
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 have no choice but to own robbery and gang violence […]
*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 impact they’ll have on your life. When I first met […]
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 preparing for a major financial tragedy. One of my best […]
I should probably go ahead and apologize to my American friends for what I’m about to say. I should; but I won’t. I mean every bleeding word. Americans, without a doubt, are some of the most obnoxious people on the planet. They are also some of the most gracious, which allows one to forgive their […]
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 five (count ’em, five) people. To boot, I’ve had to […]
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 I wear leather – Suck on that PETA (oh, and […]
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 be sensational super models, and the Fresh Prince made us […]
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 destination point. In 1995, none of my friends had cell […]