Break, def: to “block”; to thwart; to speak disparagingly of to a third party in order to completely ruin a person’s lofty goals. Last Saturday I went to the Accra Mall with the girls so that they could play in the outdoor playground and to join my BFFFL (best friend for freakin’ LIFE) for lunch. […]
I don’t even know how to title this post. “Oh” says it all. Please allow me elucidate on the circumstances that threaten to bring me to total grief. Anyone who knows my father knows that he is anti-house help. He grew up washing his own clothes, walking where ever he needed to go, weeding, farming, […]
*Shaking my head in shame* I have always known that the American primary education system was failing students across the country, but today, I got a rude awakening as to HOW FAR this failure goes. Whenever a child learns to read by the age of 3 in America, we’re in awe. If a child can’t […]
Although she’s had a harder time adjusting to life in Ghana, my oldest daughter Nadjah has begun to receive all the benefits that I’d hoped she would. She’s learning to listen, not to talk back to adults, to be a little kinder – and most importantly – to use her imagination. My great shame as […]
This Thursday I had the pleasure of having brunch at Café Dez Amis with my Auntie Obi – that’s the Hon. Minister Oboshie Sai Cofie to the rest of you. I got there around 10 am with my two oldest girls and ordered breakfast while we waited for Auntie Obi to arrive. They had pancakes, […]
If all marriages started out with an engagement like Big Nan’s, no one would ever get divorced. ‘Big Nan’ is my nickname for one of my oldest and closest friends, Nana Koranteng; because she does everything big: House real big, cars real big, grades real big and now wedding real big. I’ve always known that […]
It’s hot in this country. I sweat. I drink loads of water. I have trouble sleeping. Today marks a week I’ve been in Ghana. I have to confess, I didn’t think I was going to make it. By day 4, I was ready to tuck tail and run back home to Atlanta. I had several […]
Stop what you’re doing. Get up and get all the old books your kids don’t read anymore. Put them on the kitchen table, your desk, the floor, or where ever you’re reading this blog from. Go ahead. I’ll wait. Got ‘em? Great. The night I got into Accra, the very first news story I was […]
This morning I woke up with a singular and very simple mission: Get some credits for my phone, buy a bar of Golden Tree chocolate and veg out on the sofa/bed and cackle with my friends while they work. That mission turned out to be impossible. I’m accustomed to Ghana being the land of “no”. […]
I ran out of court themed titles, so I just decided to name this post after the date on which the final judgment was meant to be had. I woke up that morning, pretty confident that the judgment was going to be in my favor. I mean after all, Douche Bag had come to the […]
This Tuesday I leave for de mudda lan’ – Ghana. I haven’t packed a stitch of clothing as of this morning. It really doesn’t matter, because 40% of what I enter the country with will be confiscated anyway. I love my people, God knows I do…but I can’t STAND the way they hustle me for […]
Last week, Shaquan Duley suffocated her 2 and 1 year old sons in a motel room, strapped them into their car seats, drove 10 miles away and back the car into a river with their lifeless bodies still inside. Today, she sits in jail on murder charges. For most people familiar with the story, it […]
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 […]
Gawd I’m such a groupie. That very fine dark cho-co-late man is M3nsa, the other half of the duo Fokn Boys. He traveled aaallll the way from Spain to give us a screening of the film Coz of Moni, a Ghanaian musical done entirely in pidgen English. It was 45 minutes of brilliance. I haven’t […]
Have you ever looked across the room at someone and said to yourself: “Man! I can’t believe I had intercourse and procreated with this retard”? Well, at least 4 times a year I find myself in that very position; the latest being last Wednesday. My final oder requires me to give Douche Bag a 30 […]
And I mean that literally. I’m one of those Christians who doesn’t pay too much attention to the devil. The devil is going to do what he’s going to do, after all. There are some folks who think that every cold and headache are agents of destruction from the devil…whereas in reality, they are the […]
In the last 2 years, a whole bunch of dudes I know have had children – well, their wives/girlfriends have anyway. Outwardly, they’ve all handled about the same. They’ve punched the air and/or uttered a bewildered “WHAT?!?!” at the reception of the news that their progeny will be entering the world in 9 months or […]
Watch this video [youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=izdWZfdYXno&feature=related] That, ladies and gentlemen, was the spirit of Stinkmeaner…a crazy (dead) Black man who took over the body of Uncle Tom in an epic episode of Boondocks – But what episode of Boondocks is NOT epic? Back to the point. We’ve all had our Stinkmeaner moments, I’m sure. If you’re uncertain […]
OMG. I saw this Hispanic couple sucking face so hard in the CHILDREN’S SECTION of Old Navy I thought the dude was going to impregnate her through her esophagus! That was my status on Facebook yesterday. Some of my friends “Liked” it. Some had humorous commentary. One called me to get more details. Suddenly, it […]
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 […]