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Lights flickered
Power off
Back on
Off again
On
Off
Outside
Into the full moon
Silvery glow
Mellow beam
Shimmering light
Glistening rays
A world at peace
Basking
In the eve’s glimmer
A silver lining,
…indeed!
*Thanks ECG, for inspiring me to look for the “silver lining” in every dark cloud, er,… but don’t make it a habit! ;-)
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3:52
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I was at a bazaar on Saturday with a friend. I saw this ‘obroni-ish’ dreadlocked man standing there barefooted. I surreptitiously scanned the whole area to see if I could see a pair of sandals (flip flops or afro moses, anyone) lying around. Nothing. Then my friend remarked, “Oh, that’s Wanlov.” I found out 5 interesting things about him that have occupied all my “floating thoughts” all weekend long…
Would he walk to town everyday if he lived at Prampram, Kasoa or Oyibi and not Arirport (or is it Dzorwulu)?
Does he walk on the (mirage inducing) scalding sidewalks at midday barefooted too?
What if his loincloth hooks on a nail and snags? Would we see a (maybe toned) pale behind?
Does he not feel too much air passing around his… um…private regions when he walks around without briefs?
Are his T shirts made in Ghana too?
I wonder…
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8:51
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20sAvVy
I stirred to these today…
Beep beep beep. The alarm.
Whoo whoo whoo. The whirring fan.
Tick tock, tick tock. The clock.
Vroooom. A lone car.
Kokrooko (Cock-a-doodle-doo, if you will). A rooster.
Tweet tweet, tweet tweet. An early bird.
Swish swish swish. The neighbours broom.
Kokrooko. A(nother?) rooster.
Tweet tweet tweet. More early birds?
…beautiful dawn music!
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14:36
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Why do you follow me so closely?
Do you want to smell my nether regions?
Or maybe even kiss it?
Why do you shine your big glaring lights so brightly?
Do you want me to blind you with my mirrors?
Or maybe even cause you a seizure?
Get the hell away from my bumper, you idiot!
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8:06
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20sAvVy
Restless
Edgy, Impatient
Shifting, Twitching, Fidgeting
Who isn’t restless?
Agitation
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9:25
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20sAvVy
You show me your teeth
But I can’t be sure
If it’s a smile
Or a gnarl
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5:55
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5:45am. Still dark and foggy. But I’m at the steer sipping on a cupa and feeling damned sleepy. A very long day lies awaiting. Not that it’s different from any other. I just feel like I should have been born in a little remote village where I didn’t have to be driving around in the wee hours of the morning. I ask myself if all the money in the world is worth the chase… No answer. Not that I was expecting any. Light turns red, I stop. I look to my left, a yawning man in his car. I look to my right, there is a trotro* full of still passengers. The driver yawns, I look at the passengers closely. They are all fast asleep. Every. Single One. Of. Them. Even the early morning hawkers look groggy and disheveled. Is this the dream life they bargained for when they left their towns and villages? Will they make it? Is this really a city where there’s nothing you can’t do? Er…
This concrete jungle post is inspired by Alicia Keyes’ new song (or new version) – Empire State of Mind, which I am sooooooo loving!
Trotro*- mini bus for public transport.
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12:58
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She cooks them their dinner
They munch with delight
They don’t know it’s their last
For it is laced with poison
After they cross to the other side
She lines up the 5 limp bodies
According to age
Then calls Daddy to come for his clan
She’s clearly cuckoo
Yet in analyzing the situation
The ‘News Team’ calls a cleric!
So, where are the Ghanaian psychiatrists?
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16:31
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20sAvVy
I've been promised the whole world for 2010
No, I've been promised small steps towards the whole world
I'm smiling at 2010
Hmmm, bliss!
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10:47
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20sAvVy
They named him
They shamed him
They named her
They stoned her
They screamed justice
I scream brutish
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10:09
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They are no longer our homes
Mere edifices
In which we keep our belongings
And then to have forty winks
We rise before the rest of the city
And retire last
Yet we are paid no more
For spending a sixth of the day
Trying to get to there.
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5:48
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I gave you all
You wanted none
I gave you none
You want all
Please do tell me in plain English,
What do you want?
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3:09
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What should you say to someone who offers you drugs (like heroin or coke), “No, thanks.” or “F**k off!”?
Would the former not be asking to be coerced?
Would the latter not be too rude and hurtful?
Should everyone try it at least once so you know it’s really nothing to write home about?
What if you try it and like the feel of it?
PS. I haven’t been offered any. I just wonder because it seems so remote to me…
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13:37
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So they exchange homes for two weeks
Husbands and offspring
Duties and needs
Perchance they exchange their lives
Dinners and chores
Work and pets
But what if the sparks fly
And the ‘sleeping arrangements’ are muddled?
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6:56
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When my sister was in nursery school, she used to come home with scratches on her arms from where a bully in her class had scratched her. Once she complained to our Mama. Mama got mad.
She asked, “Is X in your class?”
Sis replied, “Yes”
“Is he bigger than you?
“No”
She asked her, “So why didn’t you scratch him back? Next time you go to school and X scratches you again, and you don’t scratch him back with all you’ve got, I will punish you!”
My sister was petrified. Next day rolls around. Lo and behold, X scratches her. She was scared. Scared of X and scared that if she didn’t scratch back Mama would spank her. She hesitated. Which did she fear more, Mama or X? No brainer.
With that she pounced on X scratched his face, his arms, his legs. He wasn’t stronger after all! He ran away crying and never scratched her again. Mama gave her a treat when she came back home!
I recently asked her about it and she said it was because she can’t fight all her children’s battles for them. It was a valuable lesson to teach them to fight back. Maybe one day I will see her point of view. Or maybe not.
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7:08
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I have ran
I have faltered
I have ran again
Now, to the last lap
The race seems tougher
Yet, it must be finished
Not finished first or faster
Just finished
The prize is so near
So with weary legs and feet like lead
I need a rest but trudge on
Damn, I need to finish this race.
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So after I try to avoid looking at the breast feeding going on to my left, I’m but left with my right to look at. Now, this late teens/early twenties lady sitting by me is clearly in pain. But she seems so focused on her phone, tapping away at her keypad ferociously. I try not to steal glances at it, but I’m intrigued. What could be so important that it surpasses toothache? I didn’t have to wonder for long. Because she tapped my arm a few minutes later and said to me,
“Miss, can you please read this and see if it makes any sense?”
So I take the phone and read it, it’s a long jumbled up text and you guessed right, the text was to her boyfriend/love interest. The import of the text was, he wasn’t treating her right, someday someone will do so, she will then leave and he will look for her but not find her. But there were some proverbs and wise sayings laced in. Go figure.
Another shock! Is she really worrying about a boy when she had a toothache? (Mind you, my reaction would be the same if it was a boy worrying about a girl.) What happened to the akan saying about “kakaw, ayεmukaw nna εkaw (tr: toothache, stomachache and debt) being the three most painful things in the world? This girl has proved it so wrong! Or maybe not.
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My wisdom tooth woes, has taken me back to the doctor with the drills. At least I didn’t have to go to the one with the sullen secretary ;-). So I found a seat in the waiting room and tried to relax. I’m sandwiched between two women, a nursing? mother and a heartbroken? girl. (The girl’s story will come later).
At first, the nursing mother seemed like a woman with a toddler. The little girl on her lap was busily munching on crispy plantain chips. That should tell me she has, at least her premolars present. Now this little girl must have become rather thirsty all of a sudden because she stopped chewing, popped open a couple on Mama’s shirt buttons and shoved an exposed breast into her mouth and sucked away! Boy, my jaw dropped!
Now my shock does not come from breastfeeding in public, not at all. It comes from the age of the child. The child has enough coordination to unbutton a shirt and enough teeth to chew plantain chips. How about some good old water or orange juice? Or am I the only one who finds this almost unsettling?
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4:11
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For my absence
For my neglect
And for 'Savvy-starving' you.
... I'm back!
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11:42
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I’ve had enough
You say I’m rough
I’ve had my fill
Of your bitter pill
I give my best
To you, it’s a jest
I give my all
You ask if that’s all
So today I wake up
This hour I wise up
I’m leaving you
‘Cause I can’t please you
Pardon me?
Excuse me?
Did I hear, “Please stay”?
Oh, do tell, I pray
If you see only flaws
If I have only faults
Why should I stick around?
Why should I come around?
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12:58
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20sAvVy
Lust
Wanton, Hungry
Yearning, Longing, Desiring
Lust is powerful
Covetousness
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This weekend I chanced upon a certain controversy that had been brewing over the last two years that I was totally unaware of. Disney was making a darker skinned girl their princess in their upcoming animation- The princess and the frog. She’s from New Orleans and is to be called Princess Tiana. It’s a beautiful idea if you ask me, as it will give the self image of little black girls a boost. God knows we’ve waited for this long enough. I was even one of those little girls who had to imagine myself ‘white’ before a knight in shining amour could come to my rescue, whisk me away and live happily ever after.
Okay, back to the point. Originally Princess Tiana was to have been called Princess Maddy, but pressure groups didn’t like the name because it was to plain. Really? What did they want LaShauna, Shaquinta, Levondia? Then we come the princess’ role, she was to have been a chamber maid, fall in love with the frog, kiss him, frog turns into a prince, they marry she becomes a princess and they live happily ever after. Nice? No, according to the pressure group, well, depicting a black girl as a chamber maid is so stereotypical. So with that, they made Princess Tiana a real princess from New Orleans. Do we have royalty in New Orleans? Don’t Americans abhor royalty? I thought Cinderella was a cinder maid. What about giving people the hope that they can become ‘something’ someday?
Aren’t we taking all this to a whole different level? Is there a fine line between affirmative action and ridiculous? Please educate me because I think it’s a little ridiculous.
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This award was passed on by Miss Maxy. I’m to write 7 things about myself and tag a couple(or so) of others to do same. “Hmmm, who will I tag? That’s the first thing going through my mind. I don’t wanna tag someone who doesn’t wanna be tagged, yet… We’ll see how it goes when I’m done.”
- I’m still not sure when to use ‘whom’ and when to use ‘who’.
- I like Italian food…probably because of all that cheese. Lasagna, pizza, pasta, garlic bread +vinegar & olive oil…love it.
- I tend to be rather hot headed and impatient at times. I think I’m getting better at it though.
- Though I have a bubbly personality and may be a little talkative, I’m very private about my personal life.
- I enjoyed being 23yrs old immensely!
- I have a short(ish) attention span. Max 2hrs. I gotta move on.
- I haven’t touched my hair with any chemical since Jan 2005! (Well, except what is found in shampoos & Conditioners)
Ok, now I tag
Rebelryter
Procrastinator
KFC
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21:32
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20sAvVy
Why wait to write a eulogy
When you can say in person
“I love you”
Why wait to etch on a tombstone
When you can make a call to say
“I love you”
Why wait to say in tears
When you can say in laughter
“I love you”
- - - ~ To Ebow, for not waiting.
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10:33
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20sAvVy
A crown is a hat
But you don’t buy that
When you need a hat
-The Dark Wanderer: poems/ by Albert W. Kayper-Mensah
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Funny how I can say
All the right things
Motivational quotes
Smart sayings
When the pain is not mine
When the anguish
The disappointment
The heartache
Belongs to someone else
But when the tables turn
I only feel sadness
Depression and agony
And not a single wise quote
Or uplifting word
Will my brain churn out
For my comfort
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15:34
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The last meeting
Was a teary parting two decades ago
The joys leaving school called
The promises of tomorrow beckoned
Each went to their own
To make bread with the grain given
Today she bumps into her in town
Her life seems like a rainbow
Complete with that pot of gold
A thriving business for her work
A wealthy hunk for her husband
A life in HD
She, not so much, she muses
She hasn’t had much colour
Single mother, runaway dad
Struggling to make ends meet
It seems she’s been given a raw deal
A life in black and white
They are pretend they’re happy to see each other
They secretly eye each other enviously
Each wants what the other has
A son for one, a husband for the other
Oh, but they have a lot more in common
They both cry themselves each night to sleep
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21:43
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20sAvVy
I was with my mother as she was gardening the other day. As she dug up clumps of earth with her fork she complained, “I wish these tomatoes were as resilient as the weeds are. You don’t have to put any insecticides or manure and they grow outrageously. My tomatoes are getting blight. Yet they all grow in the same soil.”
Later on I thought to myself, we humans are like that. The rogues and rascals thrive, while good people are ruined. A setback, a harsh word or an illness and we succumb. We dig in our heels; we give up and claim we are victims. If the rogues were to be deterred by the harsh words they have heard or even some of the unpleasant consequences they have had, this world would be a utopia. Yet they forge on against all odds.
We should learn from them. But of what use is a weed or scoundrel to anyone? Maybe a hybrid would work. We need to have the usefulness of a tomato and the resilience of a weed.
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20:55
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20sAvVy
The men in the beer adverts do not have a potbelly, as they should
French fries and cheese cake are deliciously bad for your heart and waist
There will always be someone better at your game than you
Your hard work may only be rewarded with your boss’ riches
No matter how much you try, good looks essentially comes from genetics
Your (or your wife’s) breasts will sag a couple of degrees every year
85% of men who die from heart attacks during sex are found to have been cheating on their wives.
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19:32
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20sAvVy
There is only one universal passion: fear- George Bernard Shaw
I chanced upon this quote and thought of all the things I’m afraid of. So many things come to mind and some of them are just irrational! But apparently everyone has at least one irrational fear. I’ll tell you two of mine;
I’m afraid of the dark. I’m afraid of dark alleys, dark rooms and dark streets, anything dark. I’m afraid of what might be lurking in there. Waiting to “catch me”! I’m afraid of not being able to see what is out there. I can’t even sleep in a dark room. There has to be some light sifting in through the window or at least a nightlight. I’m afraid of being afraid of the dark.
I’m afraid of clowns, masqueraders (kaakaamotobi), fancy dress parties, I’m afraid of it all. Why do you have to dress up all weird? The point is….? Tell me what is funny about clowns? Or masqueraders?... So I’m afraid of it. Because they look scary. (You can tell I’m being a bit defensive here, huh?) Unfortunately, this particular one is a proper phobia, hyperventilation, sweats, shivers and asthmatic attacks!
I know y’all will laugh. But we are all afraid of something. I’ve told you some of the weird things I’m afraid of…What are you afraid of?
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22:59
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p class="MsoNormal"/pp class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"We all know the attributes of a good man; responsible, industrious, street savvy, thrifty, caring etc. But sometimes when women are deciding whether or not to look at a long term relationship with a man or whether or not to kick a man out, certain petty issues are considered along with the important ones named above. My friend Esi Cleland made a podcast recently about top 10 things to look out for in a man and that dealt with the big ‘uns mentioned a href="http://maameous.blogspot.com/2009/07/10-things-to-look-out-for-in-your-would.html"above/a! This post deals with the little ’uns. Below are just five of what would be on my (long-ish) list./p p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: -0.25in; "/pollispan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Calibri;" /spanbBooks:/b If a man has no idea, I mean no idea about books that I think every normal human being should have read, well its bye-bye time. For example during a conversation, I ask if he’s read Dilemma of a Ghost, he answers no. Another day, I ask about Pride and Prejudice, no. Okay… To kill a mocking bird, no. Things fall apart, no. (Red flag) Great Expectations, no. Native Son, no. Animal farm, no. Okay I think he should redeem himself right now and tell me what he’s read or what he likes to read, if not, he’s out./lilispan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Calibri;" /spanbTable manners:/b Nothing puts me off more than a man without table manners. He chews with his mouth open, talks with food in his mouth (Eew, I don’t wanna see your bolus), shoves food down his throat, uses cutlery wrongly, and chews loudly (when he’s not eating carrots… er, can you chew a little louder they cannot quite hear you in Bolivia!). ’Nuff said. Bye-bye./lilispan class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Calibri;" /spanbSense of humor:/b I like to laugh. So if I’m with a man who can’t laugh at himself and the whole world… well, I’d say goodbye. I don’t think people should take life so seriously. We are here but for a few years. No matter how responsible you are, sometimes laughter is the only way to deal with issues. I generally find men who are humorless incessantly boring./lilibBathroom habits:/b All women hate men leaving the toilet seat up and every well brought up man was taught by his Mama to put the seat down. I’d tolerate the occasional forgetfulness but constantly is a no-no. Leaving ‘skid marks’ in the bowl? Once is enough, forget it. Oh, whilst we are in the bathroom, let me add, I don’t see any reason why the toothpaste should be squeezed from the middle of the tube. There is no reason for a grown man to do that. A seven year old can get away with it but not a grown man.(I won’t leave for that alone though)/lilibLAFA amp; Grammar: /bOf late I see on my feedjit that I have readers from a lot of countries so let me break LAFA down for the non-Ghanaians; it stands for Locally Acquired Foreign Accent. A number of people try to affect the accent of Americans and British, even though they have never lived there, so that they sound ‘cool’ or impressive. For me it is a super duper turn off. No matter how great you are in every other department, it is a put off for me. Period. It reeks of an identity crisis. span style="mso-spacerun:yes" /spanSaying that, I really appreciate men with a mastery over the English language, as well as their own native tongue. It’s a turn off if a man can’t string a single sentence of English together without taking me back to my class four teacher-Mrs Coker./li/olp/p p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: -0.25in; " span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre" /span span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre" /span/spanPS. I am not an uptight bitch. (Hehehe.)/pp/pdiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/746845767677232800-1255644659534149328?l=20savvy.blogspot.com' alt='' //div
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p class="MsoNormal"i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"(The parting)o:p/o:p/i/p p class="MsoNormal"Alas, in the heat of their passion one afternoon/p p class="MsoNormal"As they struggled out of their garments/p p class="MsoNormal"The chain that held us broke and I bounced off/p p class="MsoNormal"She couldn’t stop to search for me, could she?/p p class="MsoNormal"Not until the red hot lava had cooled/p p class="MsoNormal"But I was under this heavy mahogany wardrobe/p p class="MsoNormal"Among the fluff of dust and cobwebs/p p class="MsoNormal"Oh dear, she’s leaving without me/pp class="MsoNormal"br //p p class="MsoNormal"o:p /o:p/p p class="MsoNormal"i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"(The wistful end)o:p/o:p/i/p p class="MsoNormal"I heard him whisper he would get her another/p p class="MsoNormal"A shiny new piece all dolled up and fancy/p p class="MsoNormal"But she wears him with pride, oh how could she?/p p class="MsoNormal"I thought our love was timeless and endless/p p class="MsoNormal"Life was so good when it was just she and I/p p class="MsoNormal"Oh, why did she have to bring him into our lives?/p p class="MsoNormal"It wouldn’t be so bad if I was lost in her room/p p class="MsoNormal"But, every night I have to lay here and listen to him snore/pdiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/746845767677232800-4984450964601952296?l=20savvy.blogspot.com' alt='' //div
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p class="MsoNormal"i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"(The meeting)/i/p p class="MsoNormal"It was love at first sight between us two/p p class="MsoNormal"I caught her eye as she passed by the shop/p p class="MsoNormal"She immediately came in and asked to see me/p p class="MsoNormal"And picked me up with the most delicate fingers/p p class="MsoNormal"As I lay in her soft smooth palm/p p class="MsoNormal"I could only imagine how good it would feel /p p class="MsoNormal"To lie close to her heart and feel its rhythm/p p class="MsoNormal"To lie between the soft mounds of flesh on her chest/pp class="MsoNormal"br //p p class="MsoNormal"o:p /o:p/p p class="MsoNormal"i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"(The affair)o:p/o:p/i/p p class="MsoNormal"So began our affair of five years/p p class="MsoNormal"She called me her lucky charm, her love/p p class="MsoNormal"She daintily fingered me when she was deep in thought/p p class="MsoNormal"I was never far away from her heart/p p class="MsoNormal"We loved each other endlessly/p p class="MsoNormal"But, oh, fate played its nasty cards/p p class="MsoNormal"I was to be betrayed, I was to be replaced/p p class="MsoNormal"She and I became she, him and I/pdiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/746845767677232800-3060001665445155992?l=20savvy.blogspot.com' alt='' //div
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p class="MsoNormal"As I entered the lonely lobby/p p class="MsoNormal"A classical collection wafted weakly in the air/p p class="MsoNormal"If it was to pacify patients for the impending ordeal, it failed woefully/p p class="MsoNormal"Because to my edgy ears it sounded cacophonous/p p class="MsoNormal"The sullen secretary peered pointedly at me over her horn rimmed glasses/p p class="MsoNormal"I nervously neared her and demanded the dentist/p p class="MsoNormal"She lazily listened and rudely replied/p p class="MsoNormal"“Sit your seat”/p p class="MsoNormal"Without a blithering blink, and all the while, shuffling sheets/p p class="MsoNormal"So I teetered toward the seats/p p class="MsoNormal"And sunk into a soft sofa along the wall/p p class="MsoNormal"Sweaty palms picked up a peeling pamphlet /p p class="MsoNormal"Damp hands, despite the chilly atmosphere /p p class="MsoNormal"Either from of the whirring window unit/p p class="MsoNormal"Or from the frigid female who sat across from me/p p class="MsoNormal"Aunt Anxiety whispered to me to tap my feet to calm the nerves/p p class="MsoNormal"Sullen Secretary shot me and my funny feet a lethal look that almost made me slither silently to the ground/pdiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/746845767677232800-1861492416867975700?l=20savvy.blogspot.com' alt='' //div
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p class="MsoNormal"I do what I do/p p class="MsoNormal"You do what you do/p p class="MsoNormal"What I do does not affect what you do/p p class="MsoNormal"What you do does not affect what I do/p p class="MsoNormal"I like what I do/p p class="MsoNormal"You like what you do/p p class="MsoNormal"I judge you not for what you do/p p class="MsoNormal"Why do you judge me for what I do?/pdiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/746845767677232800-3563634005631162757?l=20savvy.blogspot.com' alt='' //div
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p class="MsoNormal"Study/p p class="MsoNormal"Read/p p class="MsoNormal"Write/p p class="MsoNormal"Calculate/p p class="MsoNormal"Sit/p p class="MsoNormal"Silence/p p class="MsoNormal"They barked at me/p p class="MsoNormal"So I did them dutifully/p p class="MsoNormal"Maybe if they had added/p p class="MsoNormal"Explore/p p class="MsoNormal"Create/p p class="MsoNormal"Muse/p p class="MsoNormal"Invent/p p class="MsoNormal"Discover/p p class="MsoNormal"Play/p p class="MsoNormal"I’d have done ‘em with glee/p p class="MsoNormal"And I’d have learnt more/p p class="MsoNormal"‘Cause I’d have thought for myself/pdiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/746845767677232800-4126882825708676360?l=20savvy.blogspot.com' alt='' //div
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p class="MsoNormal"He lay stone cold/p p class="MsoNormal"No more to behold/p p class="MsoNormal"He left little money/p p class="MsoNormal"No milk and honey/pp class="MsoNormal"br //p p class="MsoNormal"o:p /o:p/p p class="MsoNormal"Yet here he lay/p p class="MsoNormal"In a coffin and array/p p class="MsoNormal"The tab for which is unpaid/p p class="MsoNormal"Dosh, a year he won’t ha’e made/pdiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/746845767677232800-7626855408098510996?l=20savvy.blogspot.com'//div
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p class="MsoNormal"I fell in love with your wit/p p class="MsoNormal"You made me laugh/p p class="MsoNormal"I fell in love with your voice/p p class="MsoNormal"Deep and throaty/p p class="MsoNormal"I fell in love with your mind/p p class="MsoNormal"A beautiful maze/p p class="MsoNormal"We had a connection/p p class="MsoNormal"Or so I thought/p p class="MsoNormal"Then I met you/p p class="MsoNormal"Not what I want/pdiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/746845767677232800-1276889701564278433?l=20savvy.blogspot.com'//div
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p class="MsoNormal"I woke up this morning yearning for you/p p class="MsoNormal"I started my day feeling blue/p p class="MsoNormal"I thought it’d pass, I thought I’d be fine/p p class="MsoNormal"Like a fool, I toed the line/pp class="MsoNormal"br //p p class="MsoNormal"o:p /o:p/p p class="MsoNormal"Through the day it grew worse/p p class="MsoNormal"It almost made me smile-averse/p p class="MsoNormal"The day ended, how, I have no clue/p p class="MsoNormal"I’m going to bed tonight yearning for you/pdiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/746845767677232800-2578647068435648447?l=20savvy.blogspot.com'//div
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p class="MsoNormal"He: “Will you come to the party at XYZ club on Saturday?”/p p class="MsoNormal"Me(shifty eyes): “Er I’m not sure I have to do this thing with my sister at uhm…”/p p class="MsoNormal"He: “Oh, but can’t you come afterwards?”/p p class="MsoNormal"Me(scratching neck): “Uhm, it might be late by the time we finish but er, I’ll see what I can do.”/p p class="MsoNormal"He: “I’d really like you to come.”/p p class="MsoNormal"Me(stifled sigh + wide smile): “Ok I’ll be there.”/p p class="MsoNormal"He: “That’s brilliant, will see you then.”/p p class="MsoNormal"Conversation discarded by Me./p p class="MsoNormal"Wednesday. Thursday. Friday. Saturday-Morning, afternoon, late afternoon, evening. Lounging. Phone call. Who? He! He? He!/p p class="MsoNormal"He: “Hey, what’s up? Where are you? Its 10:30pm.”/p p class="MsoNormal"Me(rush of thoughts): “You won’t believe this, I came but couldn’t find the place. I asked all manner of people but they couldn’t help and because it was late I just came back home…”/p p class="MsoNormal"Silence. 2 sec. 5 sec. 8…/p p class="MsoNormal"Me(heart in mouth): Hello? He?/p p class="MsoNormal"He: Yes?/p p class="MsoNormal"Me(‘Geez, I’m effed’ thoughts): Did you hear what I just said?/p p class="MsoNormal"He: “Yeah, I’m just trying to figure out how you took 45mins to dress up, 45 mins to drive over here 30 mins to get lost, another 45 mins to drive back home all before 10:30 for a party that started at 8pm.”/p p class="MsoNormal"Me(self image dwindled to size of peanut): “Uh, er...I’m not sure”/pdiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/746845767677232800-2121017697483368949?l=20savvy.blogspot.com'//div
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p class="MsoNormal"/pp class="MsoNormal"Today is my birthday and as I was reading all my birthday wishes, I just started thinking of all the things I would want to have happened or I would aspire to do this next year. I’m gonna list a few here; I hope/p p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst"I will draw closer to God/p p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle"I will be generally nicer to people/p p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle"I will be patient/p p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle"I will exercise more- at least 4 times a week/p p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle"I will eat healthier (less chocolate and ice cream)/p p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle"I will try to control the road rage (Thanks trotro drivers)/p p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle"I will return phone calls/p p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle"I will stop procrastinating (Abena take a cue. ;-))/p p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle"I will study more often/p p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle"I will give to the poor and/or do some volunteer work/p p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle"I will keep in touch with friends/p p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle"I will learn a new language/p p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle"I will sharpen my knitting, crocheting and sewing skills/p p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle"I will have at least “50 savvy lovers”!/p p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast"I hope I would have finished my final year of school by now. Yay!/p p class="MsoNormal"A year from today, I will let y’all know how I did. Thanks once again to all of those who sent me those lovely messages./pp/pdiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/746845767677232800-5991003636304165038?l=20savvy.blogspot.com'//div
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p class="MsoNormal"How many times/p p class="MsoNormal"Have you forgotten /p p class="MsoNormal"A name/p p class="MsoNormal"Your keys/p p class="MsoNormal"Your to-do list/p p class="MsoNormal"A birthday/p p class="MsoNormal"And then kicked yourself /p p class="MsoNormal"Exasperated/p p class="MsoNormal"Because you forgot/p p class="MsoNormal"Well, think of it/p p class="MsoNormal"If you never forgot/p p class="MsoNormal"Always remembered/p p class="MsoNormal"Always vivid/p p class="MsoNormal"Everything you did/p p class="MsoNormal"All the pain/p p class="MsoNormal"All the anger/p p class="MsoNormal"All the vicious words/p p class="MsoNormal"Others have said/p p class="MsoNormal"Raw emotions/p p class="MsoNormal"Flowing tears?/p p class="MsoNormal"Forgetfulness, a blessing/p p class="MsoNormal"On this earth./pdiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/746845767677232800-5496773887476274778?l=20savvy.blogspot.com'//div
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p class="MsoNormal"Why is there no manual?/p p class="MsoNormal"No set of instructions/p p class="MsoNormal"To this life we lead/p p class="MsoNormal"This love we share/p p class="MsoNormal"So many mistakes, saved/p p class="MsoNormal"So much heartache spared/p p class="MsoNormal"TVs and Microwaves have ‘em/p p class="MsoNormal"Even tables and lights fixtures/p p class="MsoNormal"So why not something as large as life/p p class="MsoNormal"Or as beautiful as love?/pdiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/746845767677232800-8046170348987082950?l=20savvy.blogspot.com'//div
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p class="MsoNormal"I sat behind the wheel/p p class="MsoNormal"Remembering all I’d been taught/p p class="MsoNormal"First time is such a big deal/p p class="MsoNormal"It shouldn’t come to naught/pp class="MsoNormal"br //p p class="MsoNormal"o:p /o:p/p p class="MsoNormal"Rule one is anticipate, Dear,/p p class="MsoNormal"Or you will fair poorly/p p class="MsoNormal"You forgot to tell me, Sir,/p p class="MsoNormal"How do I anticipate folly?/pdiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/746845767677232800-3110526412767404485?l=20savvy.blogspot.com'//div
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p class="MsoNormal"There are 4 categories of friends people have. (According to me) /p p class="MsoNormal"bGirl friends/Boy friends/b- Depending on whether you are a guy or girl, you have these. Well sometimes, they are of the opposite sex. They are the friends you have had since you were in nappies. They know everything about you, and yet they still love you. You know their Grandparents and they know yours. They are the first person anyone will call if they couldn’t find you. The closest thing you have to a best friend./p p class="MsoNormal"bPerpetual Crush/b- This is the guy/girl that you have never dated but you have a crush on. You probably never dated that person because, you both had partners or your best friend fancied him/her before you did or there is something simply not right about him/her. Even though you fancy this guy/girl you somehow know that you would never date them because if you did, it would never work. span style="mso-spacerun:yes" /span/p p class="MsoNormal"bThe man/woman/b- This is the love of your life. You may marry him/her or you may not. But you know that you will always love that person no matter what the person does. If you are fortunate enough to be dating or married to that man/woman, then life’s heaven. (Awww)/p p class="MsoNormal"bThe Haters/b- You tolerate them. You know they hate your guts and/or you hate theirs but for some unspoken reason, you pretend to like each other. (The smiling makes my face hurt) The reason for the hatred is diverse. It could be because they were smarter than you in elementary school, or that you are richer than them, or worse they have the body you have always wanted. Sometimes you don’t like them simply because they talk too much or try to copy everything you do./p p class="MsoNormal"Did I miss any?/pdiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/746845767677232800-7878761534592951569?l=20savvy.blogspot.com'//div
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p class="MsoNormal"/pp class="MsoNormal"/pp class="MsoNormal"/pp class="MsoNormal"/pp class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.25in"/pp class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.25in"Here’s a list of 10 things you will always in my bag or purse./p p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="margin-left:.25in;mso-add-space:auto; text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"span style="mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin"span style="mso-list:Ignore"span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre" /span1.span style="font:7.0pt quot;Times New Romanquot;" /span/span/spanHand sanitiser/p p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-left:.25in;mso-add-space: auto;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"span style="mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin"span style="mso-list:Ignore"span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre" /span2.span style="font:7.0pt quot;Times New Romanquot;" /span/span/spanMake up bag (mascara, lip gloss, eye liner, pressed powder, little body splash, etc.)/p p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-left:.25in;mso-add-space: auto;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"span style="mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin"span style="mso-list:Ignore"span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre" /span3.span style="font:7.0pt quot;Times New Romanquot;" /span/span/spanSanitary towel/tampon/p p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-left:.25in;mso-add-space: auto;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"span style="mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin"span style="mso-list:Ignore"span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre" /span4.span style="font:7.0pt quot;Times New Romanquot;" /span/span/spanTissue (I don’t use hankies. At all)/p p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-left:.25in;mso-add-space: auto;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"span style="mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin"span style="mso-list:Ignore"span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre" /span5.span style="font:7.0pt quot;Times New Romanquot;" /span/span/spanHand cream/p p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-left:.25in;mso-add-space: auto;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"span style="mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin"span style="mso-list:Ignore"span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre" /span6.span style="font:7.0pt quot;Times New Romanquot;" /span/span/spanWallet (ATM/Debit Cards, ID Cards, cash, pictures, a special note from 2007;-))/p p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-left:.25in;mso-add-space: auto;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"span style="mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin"span style="mso-list:Ignore"span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre" /span7.span style="font:7.0pt quot;Times New Romanquot;" /span/span/spanAnalgesic/p p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-left:.25in;mso-add-space: auto;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"span style="mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin"span style="mso-list:Ignore"span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre" /span8.span style="font:7.0pt quot;Times New Romanquot;" /span/span/spanDiary/p p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-left:.25in;mso-add-space: auto;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"span style="mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin"span style="mso-list:Ignore"span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre" /span9.span style="font:7.0pt quot;Times New Romanquot;" /span/span/spanNail file/p p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="margin-left:.25in;mso-add-space:auto; text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"span style="mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin"span style="mso-list:Ignore"span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre" /span10.span style="font:7.0pt quot;Times New Romanquot;" /span/span/spanMobile Phone/p p class="MsoNormal"Ok, I’m at 10 but there are still some things I haven’t put down…/p p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="margin-left:.25in;mso-add-space:auto; text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"span style="mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin"span style="mso-list:Ignore"span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre" /span11.span style="font:7.0pt quot;Times New Romanquot;" /span/span/spanHairpins/p p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-left:.25in;mso-add-space: auto;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"span style="mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin"span style="mso-list:Ignore"span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre" /span12.span style="font:7.0pt quot;Times New Romanquot;" /span/span/spanSafety pins/p p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-left:.25in;mso-add-space: auto;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"span style="mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin"span style="mso-list:Ignore"span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre" /span13.span style="font:7.0pt quot;Times New Romanquot;" /span/span/spanGum/p p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-left:.25in;mso-add-space: auto;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"span style="mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin"span style="mso-list:Ignore"span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre" /span14.span style="font:7.0pt quot;Times New Romanquot;" /span/span/spanSmall notebook/p p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-left:.25in;mso-add-space: auto;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"span style="mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin"span style="mso-list:Ignore"span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre" /span15.span style="font:7.0pt quot;Times New Romanquot;" /span/span/spanOrganiser/p p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-left:.25in;mso-add-space: auto;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"span style="mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin"span style="mso-list:Ignore"span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre" /span16.span style="font:7.0pt quot;Times New Romanquot;" /span/span/spanPen/p p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-left:.25in;mso-add-space: auto;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"span style="mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin"span style="mso-list:Ignore"span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre" /span17.span style="font:7.0pt quot;Times New Romanquot;" /span/span/spanCamera/p p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-left:.25in;mso-add-space: auto;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"span style="mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin"span style="mso-list:Ignore"span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre" /span18.span style="font:7.0pt quot;Times New Romanquot;" /span/span/spanKeys/p p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-left:.25in;mso-add-space: auto;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"span style="mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin"span style="mso-list:Ignore"span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre" /span19.span style="font:7.0pt quot;Times New Romanquot;" /span/span/spanSunglasses/p p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="margin-left:.25in;mso-add-space:auto; text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"span style="mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin"span style="mso-list:Ignore"span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre" /span20.span style="font:7.0pt quot;Times New Romanquot;" /span/span/spanSweets and/or their wrappers./p p class="MsoNormal"No it’s not a huge bag or a mini suitcase! It’s a regular sized ladies bag. I know some of it is span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre" /spanpretty weird but who’s not anyway? Those who didn’t know now know./pp/pp/pp/pp/pp/pdiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/746845767677232800-6867171963902761558?l=20savvy.blogspot.com'//div
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p class="MsoNormal"span class="apple-style-span"span style="color:black"Here’s an article I found while surfing the net. Some websites are disproving it saying it’s just a spoof by some people aimed at patting ourselves on the back and showing how far we have come. ‘The way we were’ v ‘The way we are’. Other people swear by it and say that it is a real magazine article. A woman in her 70’s says that even if it was not a real magazine article, that was the sentiment in those days so, hell, it might as well be true. span style="mso-spacerun:yes" /spanThen, I chanced upon a group on Facebook called “Revitalization of traditional gender roles” -because it works. They think this article should be followed (with a few modifications). Read on and I will ask my questions after:o:p/o:p/span/span/p p class="MsoNormal"span class="apple-style-span"i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"span style="color:black"May 13, 1955 issue of Housekeeping Monthlyo:p/o:p/span/i/span/p p class="MsoNormal"span class="apple-style-span"i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"span style="color:black"THE GOOD WIFE’S GUIDE:/span/i/spani style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"span style="color:black"br /br /span class="apple-style-span"1. Have dinner ready. Plan ahead, even the night before, to have a delicious meal ready, on time for his return. This is a way of letting him know that you have been thinking about him and are concerned about his needs. Most men are hungry when they come home and the prospect of a good meal (especially his favorite dish) is part of the warm welcome needed./spanbr /br /span class="apple-style-span"2. Prepare yourself. Take 15 minutes to rest so you'll be refreshed when he arrives. Touch up your make-up and be fresh looking. He has just been with a lot of work weary people./spanbr /br /span class="apple-style-span"3. Be a little gay and a little more interesting for him. His boring day may need a list and one of your duties is to provide it./spanbr /br /span class="apple-style-span"4. Clear away the clutter. Make one last trip through that main area of the house just before your husband arrives./spanbr /br /span class="apple-style-span"5. Gather up schoolbooks, toys, paper, etc and then run a dust cloth over the tables./spanbr /br /span class="apple-style-span"6. Over the cooler months of the year you should prepare and light a fire for him to unwind by. Your husband will feel he has reached a haven of rest and order, and it will give you a lift too. After all, catering for his comfort will provide immense personal satisfaction./spanbr /br /span class="apple-style-span"7. Prepare the children. Take a few minutes to wash the children's hands and faces (if they are small), comb their hair and, if necessary, change their clothes. Minimise all noise. At the time of his arrival, eliminate all noise of the washer, dryer, and vacuum. Try to encourage the children to be quiet./spanbr /br /span class="apple-style-span"8. Be happy to see him./spanbr /br /span class="apple-style-span"9. Greet him with a warm smile and show sincerity to please him./spanbr /br /span class="apple-style-span"10. Listen to him. You have a dozen important things to tell him, but the moment of his arrival is not the time. Let him talk first--remember his topics of conversation are more important than yours./spanbr /br /span class="apple-style-span"11. Make the evening his. Never complain if he comes home late or goes out to dinner, or other places of entertainment without you. Instead, try to understand his world of strain and pressure and his real need to be at home and relax./spanbr /br /span class="apple-style-span"12. Your goal: Try to make your home a place of peace, order, and tranquility where your husband can renew himself in body and spirit./spanbr /br /span class="apple-style-span"13. Don't greet him with complaints and problems./spanbr /br /span class="apple-style-span"14. Make him comfortable. Have him lean back in a comfortable chair or have him lie down in the bedroom. Have a cool or warm drink ready for him./spanbr /br /span class="apple-style-span"15. Arrange the pillows and offer to take off his shoes. Speak in a low, soothing, and pleasant voice./spanbr /br /span class="apple-style-span"16. Don’t ask him questions about his actions or question his judgment or integrity. Remember, he is the master of the house and as such will always exercise his will with fairness and truthfulness. You have no right to question him./spanbr //span/ispan style="color:black"br /span class="apple-style-span"i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"17. A good wife knows her place.o:p/o:p/i/span/span/p p class="MsoNormal"span class="apple-style-span"span style="color:black"Assuming this article was real;o:p/o:p/span/span/p p class="MsoNormal"span class="apple-style-span"span style="color:black"Did women in the 50’s have careers or were they full time homemakers?o:p/o:p/span/span/p p class="MsoNormal"span class="apple-style-span"span style="color:black"Were women in the 50’s happier than women of today?o:p/o:p/span/span/p p class="MsoNormal"span class="apple-style-span"span style="color:black"What was the role of the men in the 50’s?o:p/o:p/span/span/p p class="MsoNormal"span class="apple-style-span"span style="color:black"Will the rate of divorce drastically reduce if women of today followed this guide?o:p/o:p/span/span/p p class="MsoNormal"span class="apple-style-span"span style="color:black"Do men of today really wish this “creed” was followed?o:p/o:p/span/span/p p class="MsoNormal"span class="apple-style-span"span style="color:black"Were men in the 50’s happier than men of today?o:p/o:p/span/span/p p class="MsoNormal"span style="color:black"o:p /o:p/span/pdiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/746845767677232800-650737752432835198?l=20savvy.blogspot.com'//div
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20sAvVy
p class="MsoNormal"What do you do?/p p class="MsoNormal"When you can’t join the dots /p p class="MsoNormal"Between the name and the face?/p p class="MsoNormal"Do you pretend? /p p class="MsoNormal"Or do you say? /p p class="MsoNormal"What if you offend?/p p class="MsoNormal"What will others say?/pdiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/746845767677232800-4833459059986362059?l=20savvy.blogspot.com'//div
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20sAvVy
Chocolate and ice cream will make you fat.br /Pizza is not a balanced diet (the vegetables on there don’t count).br /Vodka and whiskey can make you sing off-tune.br /You can never look like Halle Berry or Tyson Beckford.br /Fancying someone doesn’t always mean they will fancy you back.br /Not fancying someone doesn’t always mean they will stop fancying you.br /Sex cannot be categorized as exercise.div class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/746845767677232800-3469981139312644504?l=20savvy.blogspot.com'//div
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5:14
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20sAvVy
How do you saybr /A visceral thoughtbr /To a logical man?br /Will he appreciate?br /Or will he think youbr /Slightly insane?br /The latter is more likelybr /But the hunch shan’t leavebr /Till you say.div class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/746845767677232800-506521606615751849?l=20savvy.blogspot.com'//div
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2:23
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20sAvVy
I was but a mere child, mischievous and impish when Maa gave me a strict warning never to eat alewa*. I had tried tiny bits of it from the other kids in the neighbourhood and I loved it. It was sickly sweet and it kind of popped when you sucked on it real hard and it left your tongue pink! Ah, delightful. I had some pennies from uncles and aunties over last Christmas and I desperately craved the evil sweet. So my brother and I devised a plan- buy and eat the alewa while Maa is at work. By the time she gets home, the telltale pink tongue would be gone and we’d be home dry! Yay! High five! So we skipped to the lady at the junction, purchased our lives savings worth of alewa and gobbled it all down. An uneventful evening passed, then came bath time the next morning. I groggily stepped into the white ceramic bath. Ooh cold! I huddled in the corner while Maa did the ritual ‘sssss’ sound to coax the wee out of my sleepy self. I did wee, only it was a bright PINK! Two sharp smacks to my back jolted me out of my slumber into shrieking reality. I since then gave alewa only a cursory glance anytime I saw it.br /br /br /*[aláywa] a locally made sweet from sugar and colour. Its long, pink and kind of has tiny bubbles in it like an Aero, but are smaller.div class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/746845767677232800-7974300991623979181?l=20savvy.blogspot.com'//div
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14:11
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20sAvVy
Monsoon is nearbr /Corn on the cob is herebr /Rabbits and hedgehogs burrowbr /Where do homeless children gobr /br /Kitty curls on the rugbr /In my hand is a mugbr /Ponchos and sweaters us warm to keepbr /Where do homeless children sleepdiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/746845767677232800-3824963266958352603?l=20savvy.blogspot.com'//div
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6:34
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20sAvVy
They call her promiscuousbr /A slutbr /But they take from herbr /What she’s willing to givebr /In exchangebr /For their “kind” wordsbr /Their feigned interestbr /Their false affectionbr /So quick to condemn herbr /For falling for their deceitbr /For seeking happinessbr /For looking for lovediv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/746845767677232800-8995835614109496194?l=20savvy.blogspot.com'//div
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13:54
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20sAvVy
They meetbr /Starry eyedbr /Fall in lovebr /Or lustbr /So they decidebr /To sign a contractbr /To share foreverbr /Everything they’ve gotbr /Everything?br /Yes, everything…br /Oh, well um, except…br /Except what?br /Except the money.div class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/746845767677232800-3784615215837639385?l=20savvy.blogspot.com'//div
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16:25
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20sAvVy
I cooked you a mealbr /You cooked me one toobr /Exotic stylebr /Oriental tastebr /Hot and spicybr /Sweet and sourbr /We ate to our fillbr /And lay satiatedbr /Yet the very next daybr /You scurried to your croniesbr /To run your mouthbr /“I ate from her pot!”br /Well, I ate from yours toobr /Or did I not?div class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/746845767677232800-8475658387940189886?l=20savvy.blogspot.com'//div
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16:44
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20sAvVy
Dear Savvy lovers,br /French leave. Preoccupation. Examinations. Apology.br /Love,br /Savvy.div class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/746845767677232800-3755595659985341522?l=20savvy.blogspot.com'//div
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12:32
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20sAvVy
Mpanyimfo se, sε εtwe ahoma na sε w’ammba a, biribi dzi mu.br /Tr: Elders say, if you draw a cord and it doesn’t come easily to you, something must be hindering it.br /This is one proverb that may make many a man/woman retort, “But of course!”br /But I was thinking about this today.br /Sometimes you put your whole self into a friendship or a relationship.br /The other party however seems like an obstinate mule, happy with just staying put.br /You sit back and ask yourself, “What am I doing wrong?”br /Should something as easy as a friendship or a love relationship be difficult to draw?br /It’s a cord. Made from fibre, not lead.br /It should be easy to draw.br /Why doesn’t your ‘friend’ return your calls or e mails?br /Why doesn’t your ‘man/woman’ want to commit a little more?br /There must be something hindering them.div class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/746845767677232800-3755431640903872291?l=20savvy.blogspot.com'//div
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9:18
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20sAvVy
Grief- Great sadness because of an eventbr /Sorrow- A deep sadness caused by lossbr /Distress- Mental suffering caused by griefbr /Heartache- A powerful feeling of sorrowbr /Anguish- Extreme anxiety or emotional tormentbr /Pain- Severe emotional or mental distressbr /Mourning- The feeling or showing of deep sadness at somebody’s deathbr /These are but a few of the ways I feel when I think of you.br /Rest In Peace, Theresa Mullen-Essien.div class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/746845767677232800-7273188169569336589?l=20savvy.blogspot.com'//div
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9:37
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20sAvVy
Invest in people,br /Not in your wealth,br /For who will visit,br /When you’re in poor health?div class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/746845767677232800-2084977658662059137?l=20savvy.blogspot.com'//div
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7:29
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20sAvVy
From tens of miles away,br /Eagle fixes his eye on Seabird,br /On a cliff,br /Basking with his mates in the sun after a swim,br /Eagle swoops downward in a smooth and calculated glide,br /Seabird and his mates free fall,br /In a downward spiral,br /Attempting to confuse Eagle,br /Eagle keeps his eye fixed on Seabird,br /Seabird’s mates zigzag,br /Eagle has eyes for no one else,br /Finally Eagle is close enough to grasp Seabird,br /In his powerful claws,br /Eagle wins the prize!br /He never lost focus.div class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/746845767677232800-6580596502687242175?l=20savvy.blogspot.com'//div
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10:05
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20sAvVy
In the wee hours of Saturday morning, clouds gathered and threatened to weep in no small measure. It was accompanied by a gust of wind. Ah, beautiful! The night before I espied some ripe juicy mangoes on the tree in the yard, but they were too high to pick. So with all that wind... Ah, just beautiful! I rolled out of bed a couple of hours later put on my slippers and robe, picked a large bowl from the kitchen and strolled to the tree. Shock! Pure shock! Just shock! There were no mangoes under the tree. Or on it. Or beside it. Or any preposition to it! My neighbor had scaled the wall and…GRRRRR. So I have decided to write on the kind of neighbours we all may have. There are four kinds;br /strongNice Neighbours:/strong These are the ones that wave whenever they see you. You exchange pleasantries with them and you all move on. You exchange cards and presents with them at Christmas. You can borrow their water hose and they can borrow your shears and you know it will come back in good condition. Lovely.br /strongNoisy Neighbours:/strong They are just a pain. The pound fufu at 8pm, wash pots and pans after the evening meal right out there and very loudly. They have an equally noisy dog who barks up a tree. They wake up at 4am to pray (which is good), very loudly (which is not good).You can even keep a tab on their conversations because you hear everything… Oh, and they scale walls too. (Hehehe)br /strongNosy Neighbours:/strong These pretend to be nice but they are just nosy. They are the kind that do not know how to simply talk about the weather and move on. They have to ask you when you are getting married or some other silly question. They are the ones that reported you to your parents as being a naughty boy/girl when you were a teenager because they saw you in the company of A or B, just once!br /strongNonchalant Neighbours:/strong These are the kind that pretend no one exists. They do not say hello. They don’t make eye contact. They don’t care what happens in the neighbourhood. They are wrapped up in their own world. They are the kind that make you wish they will crash into a tree (only a little) so you see who they will call! Lol.div class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/746845767677232800-2070642770929896609?l=20savvy.blogspot.com'//div
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5:05
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20sAvVy
Most neighbourhoods have onebr /An eccentric old femmebr /Long flowing skirts and blousesbr /Heavily made up and bejeweledbr /A true Jezebelbr /Living in solitude with her cats or dogbr /She is rumored to kidnap little children for her dinnerbr /Or to have jar of reptilesbr /And practice evil magicbr /Because she speaks to no onebr /Well, except for her petsbr /So you taunt and tease and play pranks on herbr /Then you grow upbr /Or you simply move away and forgetbr /And Life deals its deft blows to your heartbr /So you vow to love no morebr /To save your heart the painbr /You detachbr /You will soon wake up one morning and realizebr /You are becoming a “Madam Zola” yourself.div class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/746845767677232800-7777549466952236907?l=20savvy.blogspot.com'//div
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12:21
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20sAvVy
With tobacco stained teeth and dried saliva encrusting the corners of his mouth, his hollow bloodshot eyes darts suspiciously from car to car. His gaunt and stooped frame carries his raggedy clothing like a burden. His coarse hair is unkempt and reddish from hours in the sun and his skin is black and grimy from same. His calloused hands have thick veins running along them and dirt caked underneath their claws. He hovers around the traffic light waiting till it screams “Halt” and then makes his move in two swift strides, shoves his hand into the window, and tries to peddle me his lonely “Giorgio Armani” perfume and “Rolex” watch for “something small”!div class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/746845767677232800-2003418560156364378?l=20savvy.blogspot.com'//div
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6:17
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20sAvVy
There’s a new trend in Ghana (Maybe I’m only just noticing it). It’s the pretentiousness and pomposity of it all that baffles me. It’s with titles and how we want to attach some kind of importance to ourselves. If we manage to do well for ourselves and get some kind of “white colour” profession we want it stated before our name (Oh, please bold and highlight my title. I want everyone to spot it a mile away! Lol). A doctor is Dr., they save lives, let’s just leave it. Military men have ranks. They need their titles. But we go on with Lawyer so-and-so, Architect so-and-so, and Engineer so-and-so. Is it really necessary? What about the traders, masons, seamstresses? Are we to call them Trader Ama Mansa or Yam Seller Mary Bonsu, how about Mason Kwabena Manu? Or do they not deserve a title? Now people dedicate songs on the radio for their wives referring to them as Mrs Gladys so-and so! Does it matter whether she is Ms, Miss or Mrs?br /Ok now I want to be called, Law Student Iris Aggrey-Orleans!br /Let's refuse the pomposity!;-)div class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/746845767677232800-4113922883060104971?l=20savvy.blogspot.com'//div
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11:51
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20sAvVy
They are rudebr /They imposebr /Or they simply ignorebr /Yet they put up a crudely constructed containerbr /Of cheap white woodbr /A scrap of rag with bold letters labelingbr /You can tell from the rusty padlocks they are seldom openedbr /I often fight the "naughty" urgebr /To do what I would have done to the offending boxbr /Had I been confronted with the same situationbr /Some 15 years agodiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/746845767677232800-972306559929806164?l=20savvy.blogspot.com'//div
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14:25
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20sAvVy
It used to be six thirtybr /And then it was earlier sixbr /Now it’s a ridiculous quarter tobr /Soon I’ll leave at four to get to school for eight!div class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/746845767677232800-6959267051771040924?l=20savvy.blogspot.com'//div
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3:42
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20sAvVy
Sweltering noon!br /I’m off to lunchbr /I amuse myself in the thick Accra traffic by watching passers bybr /The bright yellow blouse and 6inch heels catch my eyebr /The “no-breather” jeans toobr /Did I mention the mile-long hair?br /I give a shocked laughbr /She replies with an angry glarebr /The blouse even morebr /The side walk is undulatingbr /She teeters and totters off!div class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/746845767677232800-2076974630876918476?l=20savvy.blogspot.com'//div
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11:08
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20sAvVy
She explains the missing toe nail with the kitchen cabinetbr /Then the bruised arm with the bedroom doorbr /Again, the black eye with the study windowbr /I wonder what she’ll explain the bite mark on her chin with…br /…the hungry dog?div class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/746845767677232800-7872360987356343166?l=20savvy.blogspot.com'//div
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7:18
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20sAvVy
Mrs A and Mrs B share a bowl of fruit.br /Mrs A asks jokingly, “Did you buy these apples and grapes from the boys in traffic?”br /Mrs B replies with disgust, “Oh no! I won’t do that to my children. I got these from Koala. Even then they are washed thoroughly. ”br /Mrs B, “Oh I know, I am so particular about washing everything I eat in water and vinegar.”br /Miss Kay (yours truly), “…even your bread?”br /A stony silence.div class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/746845767677232800-1653345035064787248?l=20savvy.blogspot.com'//div
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7:42
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20sAvVy
Is it what I see in the mirror?br /Or what I see in his eyes.br /What if I make an error?br /Perhaps it’s what I see in my psyche.div class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/746845767677232800-6235719445210599755?l=20savvy.blogspot.com'//div
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10:30
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20sAvVy
I was seven, he was nine.br /We lived in Osu, and could hear the siren at noon.br /I asked, “What is that noise.”br /He took a deep breath and replied, “Consult the herbalist.”br /He walked away.br /Who? What? How? When? Where?br /I stood.br /I was in awe.br /“How did he get to know so much?” I wondered.div class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/746845767677232800-1603582291475267995?l=20savvy.blogspot.com'//div
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14:34
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20sAvVy
Because when I was little…br /…she made me eat my vegetables.br /…she made me go to bed at 8pm.br /…she didn’t allow me to watch Akan drama.br /…she spanked me when I insulted my brother.br /…she made me bath twice a day when I didn’t want to.br /…she made me clean my room every day.br /…she showed me who was boss.br /Because now…br /…I have to listen to her talking when I really want to sleep.br /…I have to explain some parts of the movie to her.br /…I have to drive her at night or when she’s tired.br /…I have to tell her when her clothes don’t exactly match.br /…I have to find her lost glasses, phone or some other item for her too often.br /…I have to tell her not to worry so much about me.br /…I have learnt that despite my (many) flaws, she loves me endlessly…br /br /If God gave me the chance to choose another, I will still choose Ekua Asor.br /Happy Mother’s Day, Maa.div class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/746845767677232800-1751766456921012862?l=20savvy.blogspot.com'//div
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20sAvVy
They say they were cozened by the priest.br /But I say they were dense.br /Before they parted with their life’s savings and some,br /Did they stop to think?br /Or did the priest’s lavish surroundings fool them?br /They should be flogged, for they waste oxygenbr /…oh, I speak of the ‘sakawa’ boys!div class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/746845767677232800-2890534055897616183?l=20savvy.blogspot.com'//div
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