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December 24, 2009
10:20
Great Outfits for 2010
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divOkay, so it is only right that I start with an apology to my few - but only blog fans. I've been MIA for way to long!!! Yea, I'm deeply sorry... My graduation was in June, then I started studying for my GRE's in July, started working in September.... I'm deeply regretful and apologetic and I promise to try harder in the future.... New Year Resoultion No. 1!br /divbr /I don't know about you, but I absolutely hate it when I go to my seamstress/tailor with a great fabric in hand but have absolutely no idea what to have sewn.... to help me out of this rut, I usually keep my eyes out everywhere I go - especially at weddings and church services (forgive me God!). I also do this when I am online or watching tv... when possible, I sketch down something. More recently, I have taken to starting a clothes gallery on my own. I'm an avid fan of gossip girls for instance; - not much for the story line, but for the great fashion! While watching, I take shots of great outfits and save them in my 'fashionista' folder on my laptop. I also do this with movies, etc. Here is a compilation of my favourite women's outfits for 2010. Hope you enjoy it and please let me know what you think! ;)br /br /div /diva href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__mOeDD2XgJI/SzNKHiOQDQI/AAAAAAAAAFU/EHcxD52bk9o/s1600-h/vlcsnap-4622272.png"img style="width: 320px; height: 181px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418756269962956034" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__mOeDD2XgJI/SzNKHiOQDQI/AAAAAAAAAFU/EHcxD52bk9o/s320/vlcsnap-4622272.png" border="0" //a a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__mOeDD2XgJI/SzNJwrZ4BfI/AAAAAAAAAFM/y7_NMqIw5cg/s1600-h/vlcsnap-4622545.png"img style="width: 320px; height: 181px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418755877290640882" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__mOeDD2XgJI/SzNJwrZ4BfI/AAAAAAAAAFM/y7_NMqIw5cg/s320/vlcsnap-4622545.png" border="0" //abr /br /br /divbr /br /br /br /diva href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__mOeDD2XgJI/SzNJWyR3w0I/AAAAAAAAAFE/kqOZ9MS4U9Y/s1600-h/vlcsnap-1874541.png"img style="width: 320px; height: 181px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418755432459518786" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__mOeDD2XgJI/SzNJWyR3w0I/AAAAAAAAAFE/kqOZ9MS4U9Y/s320/vlcsnap-1874541.png" border="0" //a a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__mOeDD2XgJI/SzNIyzUjanI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ZCQ6VqqcHZg/s1600-h/vlcsnap-1871019.png"img style="width: 320px; height: 181px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418754814263913074" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__mOeDD2XgJI/SzNIyzUjanI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ZCQ6VqqcHZg/s320/vlcsnap-1871019.png" border="0" //abr /br /a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__mOeDD2XgJI/SzNMDxND4VI/AAAAAAAAAFc/6MZoSZ682J0/s1600-h/windowslivewritermorecolorblockbelteddresses-92aecolorblock-pinstripe-belted-dress-thumb.jpg" img style="width: 263px; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418758404288274770" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__mOeDD2XgJI/SzNMDxND4VI/AAAAAAAAAFc/6MZoSZ682J0/s320/windowslivewritermorecolorblockbelteddresses-92aecolorblock-pinstripe-belted-dress-thumb.jpg" border="0" //a a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__mOeDD2XgJI/SzNDgTGRwNI/AAAAAAAAAEM/EV1wAAEp1PA/s1600-h/windowslivewritermorecolorblockbelteddresses-92aecolorblock-belted-satin-dress-thumb.jpg"img style="width: 263px; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418748998818316498" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__mOeDD2XgJI/SzNDgTGRwNI/AAAAAAAAAEM/EV1wAAEp1PA/s320/windowslivewritermorecolorblockbelteddresses-92aecolorblock-belted-satin-dress-thumb.jpg" border="0" //abr /br /divdivdivdivdivdivdivdivbr /diva href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__mOeDD2XgJI/SzNDLGN8CjI/AAAAAAAAAEE/zKoTdoP0OF4/s1600-h/melinda_204.jpg"img style="width: 208px; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418748634583534130" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__mOeDD2XgJI/SzNDLGN8CjI/AAAAAAAAAEE/zKoTdoP0OF4/s320/melinda_204.jpg" border="0" //a a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__mOeDD2XgJI/SzNGJmIuiLI/AAAAAAAAAEs/gEgyzKL0d5c/s1600-h/vlcsnap-1058243.png"img style="width: 352px; height: 191px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418751907326757042" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__mOeDD2XgJI/SzNGJmIuiLI/AAAAAAAAAEs/gEgyzKL0d5c/s320/vlcsnap-1058243.png" border="0" //abr /br /br /a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__mOeDD2XgJI/SzNIFeVW9fI/AAAAAAAAAE0/o3ZfSeWxu40/s1600-h/vlcsnap-1859679.png"img style="width: 320px; height: 181px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418754035536033266" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__mOeDD2XgJI/SzNIFeVW9fI/AAAAAAAAAE0/o3ZfSeWxu40/s320/vlcsnap-1859679.png" border="0" //abr /br /divbr //divbr /diva href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__mOeDD2XgJI/SzNEljfXEqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/6gNycpZ-I5o/s1600-h/vlcsnap-974409.png"img style="width: 320px; height: 181px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418750188629463714" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__mOeDD2XgJI/SzNEljfXEqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/6gNycpZ-I5o/s320/vlcsnap-974409.png" border="0" //a a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__mOeDD2XgJI/SzNFWI_hWAI/AAAAAAAAAEk/N6SpgteHLRk/s1600-h/vlcsnap-974703.png"img style="width: 320px; height: 181px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418751023330187266" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__mOeDD2XgJI/SzNFWI_hWAI/AAAAAAAAAEk/N6SpgteHLRk/s320/vlcsnap-974703.png" border="0" //a/divbr /br /br /br /br /br /br /br /br /br /br /br /div/divbr /br /br /br /br /br /br /br /br /br /br /br /div/divbr /br /br /br /br /br /br /br /br /br /br /br /br /div/divbr /br /br /br /br /br /br /br /br /br /br /br /br /div/div/div/div/div/div/div/div/div/div/div/div/div/div/divdiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5844637409319288050-8411609911997802103?l=klscope.blogspot.com' alt='' //div
August 13, 2009
21:19
Customer Service in Ghana
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a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__mOeDD2XgJI/SoSFAR077wI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Zz95wZSjpGQ/s1600-h/cza0619l.jpg"img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__mOeDD2XgJI/SoSFAR077wI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Zz95wZSjpGQ/s320/cza0619l.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369562895564402434" //abr /p align="justify"Have you ever gotten so angry that you feel your temperature rise, you start to stammer and shake like a leaf? Well, that happened to me today. I felt like I was about to explode and perhaps make the Guinness Book of Records as the first human time bomb! /pp align="justify"Now, this might not be a big deal to many of you; but for me, with a typical phlegmatic personality; strongemit /em/strongstrongemis a big deal/em/strong! Definitely unheard of, no psychology book on character traits ever mentions the quick temper of a phlegmatic. Why? Well, because it's pretty much non existant!/pp align="justify"So, here am I this morning at the post office in town trying to post a CD to my older brother. I purchased a padded envelope but due to its rectangular nature and my square shaped CD, it only filled about 2/3 of the envelope. In order to make the package more secure, I folded the extra third over and stuck it tight with the adhesive side of the envelope and cellotape for added security./pp align="justify"With my package firmly closed and addressed neatly I took it to the lady at the counter for her to process it. I cheerfully greeted her with a smile and hearty 'good afternoon' and slipped her my parcel. Without even a smile in return, the lady (who didn't even acknowledge my greeting) looks up at me and in the rudest voice said (in Twi-local language); /pp align="justify"em'Who told you to seal the envelope like that?'/em/pp align="justify"Me, very surprised replied (in English - for some reason when I am pissed I speak only English - lol) saying; /pp align="justify"em'What do you mean, sealed it like how?'./em/pp align="justify"Then she said; /pp align="justify"em'Who told you to seal the envelope with cellotape'./em/pp align="justify"At this point, I stood shocked. I just couldn't understand why she was talking to me like that. What did I ever do to her? - I am starting to get really pissed - I spoke back in an equally rude and sarcastic voice; /pp align="justify"em'How was I supposed to know there were particular rules for the way envelopes should be sealed'./em/pp align="justify"She went off again accusing me like I was some criminal. I looked at her and said sternly:/pp align="justify"em'Okay, I didn't know - now I know, so next time I'll know how to deal with it'./em/pp align="justify"Then -and this is the killer- she looks at me and smirks;/pp align="justify"em'Now you're talking'./em/pp align="justify"Now, that last statement was the last straw. Boy oh boy, that did my head in! I snatched my parcel from her and walked away to another lady; determined that if I got similar treatment from her I would just leave. This second lady however was very pleasant. She took the envelope and kindly told me that they needed to see what was inside before sealing it, so she would have to open up. I was like;/pp align="justify"em'Oh, ok. I didn't know that'./em/pp align="justify"She then sorted everything out for me and directed me to where I needed to drop it. At that point I told her what happened with the other lady and told her to teach her decent manners. However, I wasn't satisfied. My blood was still boiling for more action. So I went back to the first lady and told her; /pp align="justify"em'Next time learn how to talk to your customers. You can go to the other lady for lessons'./em/pp align="justify"She looks at me and says; /pp align="justify"em'What's your problem, what did i say wrong?'./em/pp align="justify"I said; /pp align="justify"em'You talked to me rudely! There is no sign anywhere in this building instructing customers on how to go about sending parcels, so you need to be patient and explain the procedure to the customer, in a pleasant manner. Not shout at them like you did'./em/pp align="justify"Then, she raises her hand and dismisses me with a wave and says in Twi; /pp align="justify"em'get lost' (fio ko). /em/pp align="justify"OOooohh, that did it. I looked at her raised my hand, gesturing towards her and said disgusted; /pp align="justify"em'You are a disappointment and a big shame to this establishment. It is in your best interest to take the advice I'm giving you. As a matter of fact, you should be thanking me for my frankness. The postal service system is dying and soon it will be non existant! It is in your best interest to be nice to customers, thus encouraging them to come again so that you can continue to receive a salary'. /em/pp align="justify"The other pleasant lady I went to earlier then starts calling out to me to please stop. I walked to her and she was like;/pp align="justify"em'Please, it is okay. I will talk to her/em'. /pp align="justify"With that, I walked out. Everyone there looking at me. Lol. ;p/pp align="justify"What do you think of this? What ever happened to Ghanaian hospitality? Or is it because I wasn't a foreigner and so didn't emqualify/em for it? We copy so many things blindly from 'developed countries' - bad and good. Why can't we copy their usually excellent customer service to? /pp align="justify"What is our problem? I have no answers, perhaps you do! Do you care to share? I would really want to know. /pp align="justify"PS: Oh yea, by the way - I intend to go directly back to no other person but her if I ever have need to go back to the post office again. I would like to see if she has learned her lessons. If she hasn't, well; I'm surely giving her a second dose of my piece of mind. Lol/pdiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5844637409319288050-8504192925846411809?l=klscope.blogspot.com' alt='' //div
July 08, 2009
14:36
Ghanaian Music and their Lyrics
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p align="justify"span style="font-family:arial;"She burst out laughing. Couldn't help herself... then, she looked around at pedestraians and other drivers and passengers in other vehicles staring at her with puzzled expressions, as she waited for the traffic lights to turn to green. What made her laugh? Well, it was the music on the radio! A typical popular Ghanaian highlife track with the most absurd and shocking lyrics! /span/pp align="justify"span style="font-family:arial;"It got me thinking, is it the sharp-nature of our local languages that makes it sound so extremely vulgar and absurd, or what? I thought and was like no, it was more than that; it should be the lack of imagination and the want of quick money fast; the newest characteristic of many young and upcoming Ghanaians, not just musical artists. We are in too much of a haste to make money with the littlest effort. That is why musicians many a times can't be bothered to put so much work into the lyrics of their music, what's the point of a songwriter when he has the greatest beat? - he gets his awesome beat; puts a few words together, and... presto! ..... song hits ... and 'loochie' starts to roll on in!.... :)/span/pp align="justify"span style="font-family:arial;"Another idea comes to mind and I put it to you in the form of two questions,/span/pp align="justify"strongspan style="font-family:arial;"Q/span/strongstrongspan style="font-family:arial;"uestion 1:/span/strongspan style="font-family:arial;" 'How many times have you seen Ghanaians shoot up to dance almost as soon as music starts to play - no matter the place they find themselves - be it at church, home, work, marketplace, taxi rank - where ever?'/span/pp align="justify"strongspan style="font-family:arial;"Answer: '/span/strongspan style="font-family:arial;"'All the time!''/span/pp align="justify"strongspan style="font-family:arial;"Question 2: /span/strongspan style="font-family:arial;"'How many times do you actually hear these same people singing along with the 'right' words; especially, when it is in English or any other language outside their mother tongue?/span/pp align="justify"strongspan style="font-family:arial;"Answer: /span/strongspan style="font-family:arial;"..... 0.00001% of the time!!.... hahaha. /span/pp align="justify"span style="font-family:arial;"So what does this mean? I believe it means that Ghanaians are born with music built in their heads, feet, hands and hearts... we live for the beat; our bodies automatically begin to bopp, our feet start a-tapping our fingers a-snapping, our heads a-nodding. Doesn't matter what we are listening to or what the lyrics are - it's just the beat that rocks us.... :)/span/pp align="justify"span style="font-family:arial;"These must be the reasons why our musicians normally don't spend much time on their lyrics./span/pp align="justify"span style="font-family:arial;"I compiled a couple of lyrics (thanks to MUSEKE! - [www.museke.com] to common highlife/hiplife songs that have been hits over the past couple of years. /span/pp align="justify"span style="font-family:arial;"What are your thoughts on the quality of the lyrics of most Ghanaian songs and what do you think is the cause? Perhaps some of you can also help me with the translation to English./span/pp align="center"strongemspan style="font-family:arial;"/spanspan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanAlbum Aben wo ahaspan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanArtistes Daddy Lumbaspan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanLanguage Twispan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanRuntime 5:14span style="font-family:arial;"br //spanTrack # 1 span style="font-family:arial;"br //spanWriter Charles Kojo Fosu (aka. Daddy Lumba) span style="font-family:arial;"br //spanspan style="font-family:arial;"Year 1999/span/em/strongspan style="font-family:arial;"/spanspan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanspan style="font-family:arial;"/spanspan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanChorus 8xspan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanManya m'adedɛdɛ (Ama) - I've got my sweet thing (Ama-ladie's name)span style="font-family:arial;"br //spanMe ba resu a, mente o(Ama) - When my child cries I won't hear (Ama)span style="font-family:arial;"br //spanspan style="font-family:arial;"/spanspan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanVerse 1span style="font-family:arial;"br //spanƆdɔ abɔ n'ani akyerɛ me - My love has winked at mespan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanƆte biribi ara ase - She understands somethingspan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanƆsere kakra kyerɛ me - She smiles a little at mespan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanDada, woama ma nane - She makes me meltspan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanAdeɛ nsɛe yɛ a - If it's not nightfallspan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanAwoɔ ba a, adeɛ tene wɔba o - ???span style="font-family:arial;"br //spanspan style="font-family:arial;"/spanspan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanObi abɔ pono mu anadwo yi - Somebody has kncoked on the door this nightspan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanBɔmu a, woaha me o - If you knock you have worried me (being a bother)span style="font-family:arial;"br //spanWobɔm ma m'angye so a (If you knock and I don't answer)span style="font-family:arial;"br //spanM'ano kita adeɛ yi (my mouth is holding onto something)span style="font-family:arial;"br //spanWobɔm na mɛmmie a (If you knock and I don't open)span style="font-family:arial;"br //spanMesan kita adeɛ mu (my hands are holding onto something)span style="font-family:arial;"br //spanWobɔmu na m'ante a (If you knock and I don't hear)span style="font-family:arial;"br //spanAsisi ma so o (It has blocked my ears)span style="font-family:arial;"br //spanspan style="font-family:arial;"/spanspan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanRepeat Chorus 8x span style="font-family:arial;"br //spanspan style="font-family:arial;"/spanspan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanVerse 2span style="font-family:arial;"br //spanAwushie (6x), aben (2x) - 'awushie' means nothing, aben- it is hot ready???span style="font-family:arial;"br //spanAben wɔ aha (6x) - it's on fire herespan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanAdeɛ yi, yɛnnoa, yɛnkye - this thing we don't boil, we don't fryspan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanAdeɛ no ara, yɛntoto a - this thing we don't roastspan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanAdeɛ yi, yɛnnoa, yɛnkyespan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanƐno ara, yɛntoto aspan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanOdomankoma aduane a - God-given foodspan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanA yɛfrɛ no ɔdɔ yi - that is called lovespan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanMenim ne dɛ nti - I know how good it tastesspan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanMemma ɔdɔ nkɔ mɛnyina hɔ - I won't let my love go, don't stand there?????span style="font-family:arial;"br //spanspan style="font-family:arial;"/spanspan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanWohia na anɔpa a - You need it in the morningspan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanAma, aben wɔ aha - Ama (ladie's name) it's on fire!span style="font-family:arial;"br //spanWohia no awiaberɛ a - You need it in the afternoonspan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanAma, aben wɔ aha - Ama, it is on fire! span style="font-family:arial;"br //spanWohia no anwummire a - You need it in the eveningspan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanAma, aben wɔ ahaspan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanWohia no anadwo a - You need it in the nightspan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanAma, aben wɔ aha span style="font-family:arial;"br //spanspan style="font-family:arial;"/spanspan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanspan style="font-family:arial;"Repeat Chorus till fade/span/pp align="center"strongemspan style="font-family:arial;"Video URL [youtube.com] align="justify"span style="font-family:arial;"This song was banned off the Ghanaian market for some time, a year or so I think. Shocking ain't lyrics ain't it? How do you translate 'aben wo aha' into English so as to capture the meaning as much as possible? ANy ideas anyone, I tried, I really did! lol/span/pp align="center"span style="font-family:arial;" /spanspan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanstrongAlbum Nana awuspan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanArtistes Daddy Lumba (DL)span style="font-family:arial;"br //spanLanguage Twispan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanRuntime 6:03 span style="font-family:arial;"br //spanWriter Charles Kojo Fosu (aka Daddy Lumba)span style="font-family:arial;"br //spanspan style="font-family:arial;"Year 2008/span/strongspan style="font-family:arial;"/spanspan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanspan style="font-family:arial;"/spanspan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanLalalalalala (repeat)span style="font-family:arial;"br //spanspan style="font-family:arial;"/spanspan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanChorusspan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanAyɛ huhuuhu, (huhuuhu) huhuuhu (huhuuhu) (2x) (It has become frightening)span style="font-family:arial;"br //spanspan style="font-family:arial;"/spanspan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanHwan na ɛbɛsu nnɛ, nnɛ (2x) (Who will cry today?)span style="font-family:arial;"br //spanNa woasu sɛ (wiii aaa, wiii) (Who will cry like this wii aaa, wii)span style="font-family:arial;"br //spanHwan na ɛbɛsu nnɛ, nnɛ (2x)span style="font-family:arial;"br //spanNa woasu sɛ (wiii aaa, wiii)span style="font-family:arial;"br //spanObi ba rebɛsu nnɛ, (ngaa ngaa), rebɛsu nnɛ (Somebody's child will cry today, today)span style="font-family:arial;"br //spanNa akɔ ne ho aka sɛ (m'akoma koma) (It will get to him and he will say (my heart, my heart)????span style="font-family:arial;"br //spanNa woaka sɛ (m'akoma) (He will say (my heart)span style="font-family:arial;"br //spanObi ba rebɛsu nnɛ, (ngaa ngaa), rebɛsu nnɛ span style="font-family:arial;"br //spanNa akɔ ne ho aka sɛ (m'akoma koma, m'akoma)span style="font-family:arial;"br //spanspan style="font-family:arial;"/spanspan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanObi ba rebɛsu nnɛ, (ngaa ngaa)span style="font-family:arial;"br //spanNa akɔ ne ho aka sɛ (m'akoma koma, m'akoma)span style="font-family:arial;"br //spanspan style="font-family:arial;"/spanspan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanRepeat Chorus span style="font-family:arial;"br //spanspan style="font-family:arial;"/spanspan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanHwan na ɛbɛto twede kane (Who will throw the first blow?)span style="font-family:arial;"br //spanHwan na ɛbɛka sɛ ɛhyɛ me bo (Who will say that it burns my chest?)span style="font-family:arial;"br //spanHwan na ɛbɛka sɛ ɛhyɛ mu now,span style="font-family:arial;"br //spanHwan na ɛbɛto twede kane (2x)span style="font-family:arial;"br //spanHwan na ɛbɛka sɛ ɛhyɛ mu now, ɛhyɛ mu nowspan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanGye w'ani o, (ɛhyɛ mu o) - Be happy (it pains you)span style="font-family:arial;"br //spanGye w'ani o buru (o winner) - Be happy ..??? (the winner)span style="font-family:arial;"br //spanGye w'ani o hey (ɛhye mu o, ɛhyɛ mu o, ɛhyɛ mu o) - Be happy (it pains you)span style="font-family:arial;"br //spanGye w'ani o, (ɛhyɛ mu o) - Be happy (it pains you)span style="font-family:arial;"br //spanGye w'ani o buru (na winner) - Be happy (the winner)span style="font-family:arial;"br //spanGye w'ani o hey (ɛhyɛ mu o, ɛhyɛ mu o, ɛhyɛ mu o) - Be happyspan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanspan style="font-family:arial;"/spanspan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanEbi bɛkɔ, (ebi bɛka), ebi bɛsu, (ebi bɛsre) - Some will go (some will stay) Some will cry (some will laugh)span style="font-family:arial;"br //spanƐte sa ei, (sa ei, sa ei, sa ei) (This is how it is)span style="font-family:arial;"br //spanspan style="font-family:arial;"/spanspan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanObi ba rebɛwu o, bɛwu o (Somebody's child is going to die, to diespan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanNa yɛsie no, na yɛsie no, akɔ ayie o (we will bury him and go to funeral)span style="font-family:arial;"br //spanObi ba rebɛwu o (bɛwu o), ɔrebɛwu ospan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanNa yɛsie no, na yɛsie nospan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanFine boy - fine boyspan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanƆde awerɛhoɔ akɔda, ɔde awereho akɔda (fine boy) (2x) - he has taken saddness to sleep (fine boy)span style="font-family:arial;"br //spanFine boy, ɔde awerehoɔ akoda (fine boy)span style="font-family:arial;"br //spanspan style="font-family:arial;"/spanspan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanLalalalalala (repeat)span style="font-family:arial;"br //spanspan style="font-family:arial;"/spanspan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanEbinom rebɛwe nsa, de agye yɛn ani a na yɛde asa, na yɛayɛ saa (some will drink and get happy and dance)span style="font-family:arial;"br //spanNkrofoɔ dan mu, ɛnnɛ, ɛnnɛ (in people's houses today today)span style="font-family:arial;"br //spanBewɛ nsa, na yɛanom nsa, de agye yɛn ani a, na ayɛ saaspan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanNkrofoɔ dan mu, ɛnnɛ, ɛnnɛspan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanspan style="font-family:arial;"/spanspan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanSɛ ɛnka atutu tu a, (ɛnka awiase bɛgye bum bum) - if gunshots had flown (then the world will sound boom!)span style="font-family:arial;"br //spanƐnka atutu tu a, (ɛnka awiase bɛgye bum bum) (4x)span style="font-family:arial;"br //spanƐnka atutu tu o, (ɛnka awiase bɛgye bum bum) (2x)span style="font-family:arial;"br //spanBum bum bum bum bum (ɛnka awiase bɛgye bum bum)span style="font-family:arial;"br //spanSɛ ɛnka atutu tu a, (ɛnka awiase bɛgye bum bum)span style="font-family:arial;"br //spanspan style="font-family:arial;"/spanspan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanƆde awerɛhoɔ akɔda, ɔde awereho akɔda (fine boy) (2x) span style="font-family:arial;"br //spanspan style="font-family:arial;"/spanspan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanFine boy, ɔde awerehoɔ akoda (fine boy)span style="font-family:arial;"br //spanspan style="font-family:arial;"/spanspan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanRepeat Chorusspan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanspan style="font-family:arial;"/spanspan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanspan style="font-family:arial;"Repeat Chorus till fade/span/pp align="center"strongspan style="font-family:arial;"Video URL [www.youtube.com] align="justify"This song was made my the artist during the last presidential run-off when the political atmosphere was so tense between the two main opposition parties. A lot of Ghanians were scared as to whether their party would win and whether power would be taken away from the current ruling party - NPP. They were also afraid for civil wars to break lose as there had been a few restricitons and a lot of rumours. span style="font-family:arial;"br //spanspan style="font-family:arial;"/spanspan style="font-family:arial;"/spanspan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanspan style="font-family:arial;"br //span/pp align="center"strongAlbum Eye fe kekeArtistes Slim Busterr, Tic Tacspan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanLanguage Twi/Fantespan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanRuntime 4:23span style="font-family:arial;"br //spanVideo URL span style="font-family:arial;"br //spanWriter Ebenezer Asarespan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanspan style="font-family:arial;"Year 2000/span/strongspan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanspan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanHookspan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanWoyɛ me lady, lady - You are my lady, ladyspan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanƐnyɛ easy, easy - it's not easy, easyspan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanMede no bɛko me baby, baby - i will take her to my baby babyspan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanWoyɛ me lady, ladyspan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanƐnyɛ easy, easyspan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanMede no bɛko me baby, babyspan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanSlim, drop the trackspan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanWodiggi, me nso me diggi, yɛn nyinaa yɛ diggidiggi - span style="font-family:arial;"br //spanTic Tac, Slim Busterr, we drop the track (2x)span style="font-family:arial;"br //spanspan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanChorusspan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanMasan aba o (2x) - I have come againspan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanMayɛ wo bɔne ntsi, fakyɛ me o (2x) - Forgive me for I have done you wrongspan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanƆdɔ e, masan aba o, masan aba o - My love, I am back, I am backspan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanMayɛ wo bɔne ntsi, ntsi na mese, fakyɛ me o (2x)span style="font-family:arial;"br //spanspan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanSophia e, masan aba o - Sophia, I am backspan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanMasan aba o, masan aba - I am back, I am backspan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanMayɛ wo bɔne ntsi, ntsi na mese, fakyɛ me o (2x) - I have wronged you so forgive mespan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanMasan aba o (2x)span style="font-family:arial;"br //spanMayɛ wo bɔne ntsi, ntsi na mese, fakyɛ me o (2x)span style="font-family:arial;"br //spanMenim dɛ, mayɛ wo bɔne ntsi - I know that I have wronged you, so forgive mespan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanNtsi na mese, fakyɛ me ospan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanspan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanVerse 1span style="font-family:arial;"br //spanHoney, babyspan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanNneɛma nketenkete yi a, ɛdze yɛ me no o - it is the little things that you do to mespan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanƆno ntsi na woama masan aba yi - Because of those things that I am backspan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanMadwen ho a, mɛhunu dɛ - I've thought about it, I've seen good thingsspan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanDze a, medzeyɛɛ wo yi, Sophia e, ɔnyɛ koraa - What I'm doing to you, Sophia, it is no goodspan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanƆno ntsi na (2x) - That is whyspan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanWoama, Sophia e, masan aba yi - You have let me come back Sophiaspan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanWoama, Sophia e, merepa wo kyɛw yi - You have let me come back to beg forgivenessspan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanNa nipadasani nso, ɔnhu adze papa ara da - Humans never see good things when they come their wayspan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanAnsaa na yɛbɛhu no, gye dɛ woasɛe koraa - By the time we realise it, it is too latespan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanSophia espan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanspan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanRepeat Chorusspan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanspan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanVerse 2span style="font-family:arial;"br //spanTic Tacspan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanExcuse me, mose ɛyɛ dɛn aspan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanSo be digging Slim, so diggerspan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanMenkɔte adɛn a, ɛyɛ ampaaraspan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanTatatataa, mereba abɛtua me paaspan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanPɔpipɔpi, moba na meyadaspan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanMahyɛ da, m'ani abre paaspan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanBra ha sɛ yɛfrɛ wo a, sa bi paaspan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanGyamera Papa Ibrahim nyɛ ɔmo papaspan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanNa mayɛ a, it's on top, check it outspan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanSɛ woate a, Sweetie lady sa bi, yɛ me babyspan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanMongyae mo ntoatoaspan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanOno ankasa na me ne no bɛkɔspan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanƐnnɛ mɛkɔ, mɛkɔspan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanspan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanMontsie (2x)span style="font-family:arial;"br //spanFriday night, na ɔtse dɛn ɛ, na ɔyespan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanMonday night nso na ɔtse dɛn ɛ, na ɔyespan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanƐneda anwumire na ɔtse dɛn ɛ, na ɔyespan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanWoyɛ tough a, woyɛ beggarspan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanWoyɛ tough a, meyɛ firespan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanspan style="font-family:arial;"br //spanspan style="font-family:arial;"Repeat Chorus till fade/span/pp align="justify"span style="font-family:arial;"This is a little difficult to translate because it is all in Fante which although similar to Twi (my language) has some significant differences at times. You should see the clip to this one though... it's something else. This guy, artist, Slim Buster has one of the most flexible bodie's ever and he started out on the music scene as dance champion so his clip is all about the beat and the moves./span/pp align="center"strong/strong/pp align="justify"span style="font-family:arial;"Any other funny and silly songs anyone knows about and wants to put up?/span/pp align="justify"br /br /br /br /br //pdiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5844637409319288050-7868952936439346348?l=klscope.blogspot.com' alt='' //div
July 02, 2009
20:43
Infidelity.... Generic to the XY Chromosome?
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a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__mOeDD2XgJI/Sk0lrevg8TI/AAAAAAAAAC4/9zvaiG5DjJs/s1600-h/infidelity1.jpg"img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__mOeDD2XgJI/Sk0lrevg8TI/AAAAAAAAAC4/9zvaiG5DjJs/s320/infidelity1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353976960930345266" border="0" //abr /div style="text-align: justify;"span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"On Larry King Live about two weeks ago, there was an ongoing discussion about the mysterious 4-day disappearance [www.youtube.com] and subsequent press conference of Mark Sanford, the US governor of South Carolina. Turns out he went on a, should I say; 'romantic rendezvous' with a new found lover in Argentina. At a press conference upon his return, he confessed to having had an affair and claimed that he was sorry for having disappointed so many people especially his family and friends. Governor Mark Sanford, a highly respected, promising politician with many political ambitions. It has been said that prior to this, he was in the running for the Republican seat as the possible next contender to take on Barack Obama in 2012. The question is, why would he ever think of committing infidelity? Especially at a time like this when so much repect is given him and expected of him? Why would he want to jeopardise it all? I mean, the importance of remaining in the good books of the people at this point in his career cannot be overemphasised. So why?br / [www.youtube.com] /span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"/spanbr /span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"/spanbr /span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"Well, Mark Sanford is not the first and definitely not the last American politician to committ adultery. Over the years there have been so many reports of cheating politicians (congressmen, senators, govespan style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"rnors, presidents, you name it!) in the States that have been caught up in some issue of infidelity or the other. There was /spanthe famous Clinton/Lewinsky scandal from a couple of years back, then; John Edwards the ex. North Carolina Senator, the former governor and attorney general of New York State, Eliot Spitzer, /span/spanspan style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"John McCain, and the list is endless. Is it as a result of the stresses and pressures of being a government official that lead them to this?br /br //span span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"Unfortunately (or not) it's not only Americans politicians that are struggling to keep their pants on. There have been numerous claims of infidelity amongst politicians right here in Ghana. Here however, such cases more often than not remain an 'open secret'. Although it is seen on the regular, no one ever wants to talk about it publicly. Possibly, out of the excessive fear experienced in our society of the 'powers that be' - very much unlike what happens in U S of A (don't you just love America! lol). The unlucky few like the Hon. Richard Anane's however have had to face much public disgrace. He had his dirty linen washed in public back in the day. I have personally heard stories from friends who either were directly involved /spanspan style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"or had friends who were having affairs /spanspan style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"with some politician or the other. span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"Many of these famous politicians are regularly spotted on the campuses of our universities, - no, not only on official duty or at official hours, but at the oddest hours and in the oddest places! There was one case where a friend's roommate was alleged to be having an affair with one such very popular minister of state. My friend told me how this Minister would come over /span/spanspan style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"regularly /span/spanspan style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"to their tiny campus room and would be seen sitting on her roommates bed drinking ' voltic mineral water' from a sachet, very comfortable and unconcerned. He would then leave with her shortly after, sometimes dropping her off late at night or the following morning. So maybe it is a thing with all politicians, irrespective of their nationalities?/span/spanbr /span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"/spanbr /span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"No again dear reader! I have personally known many people in my immediate circles who have been victims to this menace. 'The high and mighty' in society as I like to call them; yea, the highly respected, often pot-bellied men with respectable positions and well-paid jobs in society, some very easily old enough to be the father's of their 'victims' driving most times the most fashionable cars in town; /spanspan style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"MD's of reputable banks and other institutions, lawyers, doctor's, lecturers and professors, rich business men, and the list continues./spanspan style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" I've personally had experiences of my own in fact; several sexual advances made at me by such unruly men. What makes it most shocking is the fact that these days they no longer hide their wedding bands!! They proudly sport them and even openly talk about their wives, some even having the nerve to claim that they are 'happily married'./spanbr /span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"/spanbr /span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"Yes infact, infidelity amongst married men has become so rampant in the Ghanaian society these days. It is rather sad and unbelievable. One of our favourite lecturers ever mentioned in class that husbands cheating on wives is purely generic to the male species and therefore inevitable. He urged that wives should not waste their time hurting about being cheated; but rather, use that time to pray that their husbands continue to provide for them and their families and that they would have the decency to 'go at it' with a condom, so as not to infect them with any kind of disease. /spanbr /span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"/spanbr /span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"Then there was the case of a very popular and respected professor on campus who was spotted on the regular paying visits to a particular girl in a hostel back on campus. His car would often be spotted parked right outside the hostel at the ungodliest of hours. Sometimes, he would be seen dropping her off; or picking her up late at night or at the crack of the dawn. They did make the strangest of couples those two, the man being smallish and petite while the girl was a giant of a woman, tall and very large. It was quite amusing really.br /br /So, it looks like it is the fixing of social status and feel of personal success and the need for a further boost of ego that pushes elderly, respectable men to so as to say 'spread their wild oats'.br //spanbr /span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"I ever had a discussion with friends (males and females) on this topic, we were trying to put a reason to why men so often cheat more than women. We concluded that womanising is a necessary span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"stage/span of a man's life. Men were not created to be naturaly monogamous beings. We agreed that that the crazy lecherous pursuit of women however was a stage in their lives and normally would happen at some point in any normal man's life. Some men /spanspan style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"in their teenage or university years/spanspan style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" were popular amongst the females as a result of their being handsome and/or athletes or sons of rich men who wore the nicest clothes and as such were exposed to that stage of life earlier. Other, unlucky ones -so to speak - were probably unpopular because they were shy or had none of the added pluses the afore mentioned had . They only start to gain the attention of women once they start climbing the ladder of social status with a fancy car, job, expensive suits and whatnot. At this point, the new attention is overwhelming and they are unable to handle it. Some other men however, were always part of the 'lucky' and always have had that attention. These either remain womanisers for ever, or they learn their lessons somewhere along the line and settle down.br /br /Women cheat to. But however, I dare say women are a lot more discrete with it,/spanspan style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" in Ghana at least. Mostly, women who cheat do it only because there is something wrong in their relationships. Not a justification though ofcourse. Ghaniaan women are probably most discrete because of the way society treats a cheating wife. It is the biggest and worst of taboos; traditionally in small towns and villages, such /spanspan style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"women /spanspan style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"if caught/span span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"are banished from their villages and ostracized. However, a cheating husband in the same society is considered as being normal - and infact, not cheating at all; just a normal, matter of cause./spanbr /span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"/spanbr /span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"Talking about the exceptions - bashful unashamed cheating women, many stories have been told of women in power who go around clubs picking up 'young boys'. Some don't even waste time to go into the clubs, they just pick up from their immediate environs; subordinates at work, garden boys and even watch men. /spanbr /span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"/spanbr /span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"So perhaps, it is just the high social standing in society that is the cause. The money, the fame, the ego-boosters and perhaps even the sex of the individual is pretty much irrelevant.br /br /I don't know how many of you have watched this reality TV program called 'Cheaters' on DSTV. Cheaters is about this company being run to find out cheating partners. They have a team of private investigators that specialize in detecting infidelity. They work 24/7 to investigate on the possibility of cheating partners- both male and female. They are hired by doubting and suspecting spouses to investigate and show proof of a cheating spouse. Once proof has been produced, cheaters crew create an avenue for the complainant to catch the cheater red-handed and for an often much-relished confrontation between the two; 'cheater and the cheated' infront of camera men. You can only imagine the kind of things that go on. I wish there would be a Cheater's program designed for Ghana. Oh, in fact I don't think the program would survive on our airwaves for even a week.... /spanbr /span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"/spanbr /span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"So why do men cheat? Is it an inherent trait generic to the XY chromosome of men? Or a trait generic to both XY and XX chromosomes? Is it the need for an ego-booster? or pathetic means to hold on to youth? Is it out of boredom? Or is just out of immense curiosity? Is it the fault of their women who do not treat them right thus indirectly pushing them to go look for what they are not getting at home outside? /spanbr /span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"/spanbr /span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"The controvery and mysters surrounding this topic remains and continues... let me know your opinion!/spanbr /span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"/spanbr /br /span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"/span/divdiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5844637409319288050-270722622964707602?l=klscope.blogspot.com' alt='' //div
June 26, 2009
8:07
"The Moonwalking Maestro..." (1958-2009)
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a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__mOeDD2XgJI/SkShHBB5iFI/AAAAAAAAACw/3fvb57xnakY/s1600-h/michael_jackson_young.0.0.0x0.400x366.jpeg"img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 293px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__mOeDD2XgJI/SkShHBB5iFI/AAAAAAAAACw/3fvb57xnakY/s320/michael_jackson_young.0.0.0x0.400x366.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351579399130548306" //abr /pspanspanI had a phone call from one of my best friends just after 10pm yesterday (25th June) and as soon as I picked up she was like, 'have you heard that Michael Jackson is dead?' I was like 'what, you've got to be joking. Are you serious?' and she was like 'yeah, I'm watching it on CNN right now'. With that, I hurried to end the conversation and ran to the tv. I tuned into CNN and was immediately met with the headline: 'MICHAEL JACKSON IN COMA AFTER SUFFERING CARDIAC ARREST'. I switched to BBC and there it read: 'MICHAEL JACKSON DIES'. With that, silent tears started streaming down my face. I felt so sad. I then woke up my folks and they/span/span were just as shocked and surprised as I was./ppMichael Jackson died at 2.26pm LA time at the UCLA Medical Center shortly after going into a coma subsequent to suffering cardiac arrest. The exact cause of death is yet to be established later today./ppI've always felt sorry for him. I always saw him to be a victim of circumstance. I mean, who could possibly be, for lack of a better word 'normal' after having dealt with divorce of his parents, an abusive father who picked mostly on him, a childhood spent constantly on stage, court issues later on, constant crazy fame which made him more and more reclusive, etc. Sure, he was rather 'queer' sometimes, but who wouldn't be after having to deal with such unfortunate issues? /ppSupposed molestation, plastic surgeries, his claims of 'sharing love' by sharing his bed with kids, building a childhood fantasy land (Never Land) in his home, bizzare first wedding to Lisa Marie Presley in 1994 where they spent wedding night in separate rooms, as weird as it may seem I believe these were just many ways that he felt he could deal with his issues. Somehow I believe that is some cases they were just pathetic attempts to gain back a lost childhood. He was not a happy man. A very good friend of his, Uri Geller interviewed by the BBC this morning said that M.J. ever described himself as "a very lonely man". 'There was a lot of sadness in my past life', he again revealed in one interview by CBS. /ppWe made him and unmade him. Unmade him by always picking on him. Why couldn't we have just respected his privacy and instead of ridiculing him, helping him to really find himself. He had the most bizzare of lives, never 'normal' because no one would ever leave him alone! He had it all, fame, fortune, but not the most important; happiness. How many more famous people are we going to 'kill' like this? We already did that to Princess Diana of blessed memory./ppMy earliest memories of him was of me and my brothers watching a video of him doing the moonwalk. We would rewind it constantly and replay it in slow motion, making miserable attempts to learn it for ourselves. We had loads of videos and tapes of his. Thriller was definitely a family favourite. /ppHe had an upcoming final 'This is It' concert at the O2 Arena in London this upcoming July. He was to do 50 shows in all. Tickets were claimed to have sold out in a matter of 5 hours, a ticket being sold every 11 seconds!! Amazing! [www.youtube.com] is the undisputed King of Pop and will remain for ever. I don't think anyone will ever be able to beat his records of 13 grammies, 100million copies of thriller (biggest seller of all time), 13 no. one hits in his lifetime!! Someone like this should have lived longer, 50 years was not enough! But then again, when you think of it, perhaps it is better for him. He can finally have his piece of mind. /ppMichael, you came, you fought, you conquered. Definitely, you will find better happiness and peace in death, than in life. � [www.youtube.com] were your fondest memories of the Pop Legend?/pp/pdiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5844637409319288050-2406530358863263379?l=klscope.blogspot.com' alt='' //div
June 23, 2009
17:33
Judge Not...
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a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__mOeDD2XgJI/SkIlADoyUoI/AAAAAAAAACg/fszqItQkN3g/s1600-h/Girlfriends%2BBorder_Girls%2Bwhispering4.jpg"img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__mOeDD2XgJI/SkIlADoyUoI/AAAAAAAAACg/fszqItQkN3g/s320/Girlfriends%2BBorder_Girls%2Bwhispering4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350879990176174722" //abr /pI've been looking for inspiration for my next blog entry, ever since my last (and first). I'd almost given up and started getting this sinking feeling that perhaps starting this blog without any clear focus or goal in mind probably wasn't as good an idea as I'd previously thought. I felt like maybe Kaleidoscope wouldn't survive and would die a death of starvation. Then thankfully, I chanced upon a poem on a friend's (Prince Adu-Poku) facebook page. He'd named it 'Judge Not'. A little research on the world wide web produced the author, one Rama Muthukrishnan. /ppHere it is,/pp align="center"emstrongPray Don't Find Fault /strong/embr /br /Pray don't find fault with the man who limpsbr /or stumbles along the road, br /unless you have worn the shoes he wearsbr /or struggled beneath his load.br /There may be tacks in his shoes that hurt, br /though hidden away from view, br /or the burden he bears, placed on your backbr /might cause you to stumble too. br /Don't sneer at the man who's down todaybr /unless you have felt the blowbr /that caused his fall or felt the shamebr /that only the fallen know.br /You may be strong, but still the blowsbr /that were his if dealt to you, br /in the selfsame way, at the selfsame time, br /might cause you to stagger too. br /Don't be too harsh with the man who sinsbr /or pelt him with word or stone, br /unless you are sure, yea, doubly sure, br /that you have no sins of your ownbr /for you know perhaps if the tempter's voicebr /should whisper as softly to youbr /as it did to him when he went astray, br /it might cause you to stumble too. br /br //pp align="center"- Rama Muthukrishnan -/ppHow many times have we heard or read stories and expressed our utter shock and disgust? We wonder, 'how could anyone in their right mind ever perform such a hideous act!?', many atimes we (well, at least I know I do) just conclude that the person was probably just that - not of right mind. We think they are merely weak, horny, lustful perverts with abnormal sex drives, bored individuals who have nothing better to do with their time, evil persons possessed by some kind of dastardly evil spirit, selfish, sourpusses, or paronoid individuals who think only about themselves. At times we think that something must have gone wrong emseriously wrong/em in the lives of these people, perhaps in their childhood as they were being brought up./ppWithin the last four years or so, I have really come to understand the importance of not judging other people. My emvery own/em experiences and temptations have been the cause for that. Over the years, I have had to come face to face with and had to struggle through various unpleasant situations, experiences and temptations. Sometimes, I found myself struggling and failing; doing the exact same things that I had frowned upon and judged greatly just some few years earlier. I would sit back and think that I had had the best of upbringings. I went to the best of schools, was well disciplined and always well behaved with conservative and morally upright parents and yet still here was I finding myself failing when faced with situations. Yes, at this point I came to the unbelievable truth. It doesn't matter emwho you are/em or emwhere you come from/em; one can easily find oneself performing such should i say 'socially unacceptable behaviour' (SUB)./pIt doesn't matter the situation. It may be acts of murder, theft, rape, pregnancy and childbirth out of wedlock, sex tapes, starring in porn movies, homosexuality, kinky sex, alcoholism, examination malpractices, drug peddling, addictions of all kinds, spouses living with abusive partners, etc. No matter what, I believe that we are emall/em capable of performing SUB and even worse if we had to face the same circumstances. It doesn't matter how emreligious/em or emmorally-upright/em you may emthink/em you are. emAnyone/em can do these things if only they are exposed to the same circumstances and struggles.p align="justify"Don't get me wrong though. Some of the poeple who do these things really have emno excuse/em, they emare /emjust mentally disturbed, lustful, bored, spirit-possessed just plain sick and evil people with emno conscience/em. What I am trying to put across is that, it is wrong for us to put a label on everyone who is found behaving socially unacceptably. Some of them are just victims of circumstance. It is wrong for us to judge our fellow man, especially when we don't know the full story. What we hear in the form of gossip, rumours, stories on the news or in newspapers is not enough to understand a person's real reason for SUB. Let's desist from emall forms/em of gossip and emjudging others/em because most of the times we don't know the full story, and it could have easily been us! Instead of raining judgement, gossiping and/or shunning their company, let's learn to embe there/em for them; emmake an effort/em to emunderstand them/em and emencourage them/em. Let's stop being so narrow-minded and open ourselves to new things, ways of living, build our store of knowledge about life, other people and the world around us. emLet's get out of the box/em. You never know when next you will be saving someone from a grave situation and making someone's life just that little bit more bearable!/pp align="justify"Cheers/pdiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5844637409319288050-4258267556702919368?l=klscope.blogspot.com' alt='' //div
June 18, 2009
17:24
Beautiful places I've been...
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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__mOeDD2XgJI/SjqADNyIIfI/AAAAAAAAABk/NhkWRE7zjuI/s320/White+Sands+Resort.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348728300183757298" //abr /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__mOeDD2XgJI/Sjp_XanR0kI/AAAAAAAAABc/tYiz19ilaHI/s1600-h/P1010010.JPG"img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__mOeDD2XgJI/Sjp_XanR0kI/AAAAAAAAABc/tYiz19ilaHI/s320/P1010010.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348727547713671746" //abr /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__mOeDD2XgJI/Sjp-GVmwSuI/AAAAAAAAABU/-j7I8Lfx__g/s1600-h/old+parliament+hse+%26+ol'+memorial.JPG"img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__mOeDD2XgJI/Sjp-GVmwSuI/AAAAAAAAABU/-j7I8Lfx__g/s320/old+parliament+hse+%26+ol'+memorial.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348726154799893218" //abr /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__mOeDD2XgJI/Sjp9a5FI51I/AAAAAAAAABM/1ZV_a4hvwnA/s1600-h/mermaids+%40+Dream+is.JPG"img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__mOeDD2XgJI/Sjp9a5FI51I/AAAAAAAAABM/1ZV_a4hvwnA/s320/mermaids+%40+Dream+is.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348725408408332114" //abr /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__mOeDD2XgJI/Sjp8zfSBgkI/AAAAAAAAABE/-UhTDqbyinw/s1600-h/dream+is.JPG"img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__mOeDD2XgJI/Sjp8zfSBgkI/AAAAAAAAABE/-UhTDqbyinw/s320/dream+is.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348724731468153410" //abr /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__mOeDD2XgJI/Sjp8Wv-28SI/AAAAAAAAAA8/8vcd2ckILRE/s1600-h/dream+is+frm+the+ferry.JPG"img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__mOeDD2XgJI/Sjp8Wv-28SI/AAAAAAAAAA8/8vcd2ckILRE/s320/dream+is+frm+the+ferry.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348724237734965538" //abr /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__mOeDD2XgJI/Sjp7y9SF1PI/AAAAAAAAAA0/v66HilwcASQ/s1600-h/Daydream+Is.JPG"img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__mOeDD2XgJI/Sjp7y9SF1PI/AAAAAAAAAA0/v66HilwcASQ/s320/Daydream+Is.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348723622830003442" //abr /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__mOeDD2XgJI/Sjp6nyHEBoI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ifnbNmk0rCI/s1600-h/Daydream+Is+Resort.JPG"img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__mOeDD2XgJI/Sjp6nyHEBoI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ifnbNmk0rCI/s320/Daydream+Is+Resort.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348722331340768898" //abr /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__mOeDD2XgJI/Sjp6NXn8EtI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dkqyfnUU1D8/s1600-h/cubbies+on+hamilton+is.JPG"img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__mOeDD2XgJI/Sjp6NXn8EtI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dkqyfnUU1D8/s320/cubbies+on+hamilton+is.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348721877554303698" //abr /a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__mOeDD2XgJI/Sjp5xuxnsNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/1wxUsP2iM3w/s1600-h/Beautiful+sunrise.JPG"img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__mOeDD2XgJI/Sjp5xuxnsNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/1wxUsP2iM3w/s320/Beautiful+sunrise.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348721402732589266" //abr /pa onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__mOeDD2XgJI/Sjp40lESP-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/MJN1HeqivXc/s1600-h/accomodation+%40+Dram+is.JPG"img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__mOeDD2XgJI/Sjp40lESP-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/MJN1HeqivXc/s320/accomodation+%40+Dram+is.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348720352154501090" //abr //pp/pdiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5844637409319288050-3848624155638439416?l=klscope.blogspot.com' alt='' //div
16:40
pI really don't have much of a ...
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pI really don't have much of a plan for Kaleidoscope, as of yet... that is, as to what my blog is going to be all about! I just know that I have been wanting to have my own blog for a couple of months now. Why? Because, I love to write. Or let me put it this way rather, I emused to lovvve/em writing! But then, Senior High School happened to me! And despite my interests in the arts I became a pure science student and since then I never seemed to have any more time to write or read for that matter. /ppWhen I was younger though, I remember spening hours on our home pc (Gateway 2000 , or is it 3000; ????hmmm. ???) typing out my own fictional stories. I used to win a lot of literary competitions back in those days. I also started writing my first diary when I was in Grade 6. It was a day-to-day one that I still have to this day. It cracks me up now when I read the kind of things that meant so much to me back then.... crushes on boys and men! (Will Smith, my teacher, etc.), insecurities about my lack of 'feminine features' (yea, I was a late bloomer!), secrets about friends of mine, dreams... funny thing is, I kept up a consistent diary through the years; all the way through to my first year of Senior High School (Grade 10). However, I couldn't keep writing it on a regular basis as I would have liked to. I was in an all-girls boarding school you see. So, writing in my diary became rather sporadic until somewhere in Senior High School year three when I gave up all together. Now, well I wouldn't emdare/em keep a diary; no, not because I don't have the time... but, the thought of keeping a trail of the kind of crazy and random things I have gotten up to within the last couple years of my life scares the hell out of me! lol. I always say that, emvery fe/ememw/em people know me for who I really am. Most people -unknown to them- only scratch the surface./ppAnyway, I seem to have digressed.... Basically, what I am saying is that with this blog here I am just trusting that it will build itself as time goes on. I don't have a laid out plan; I will just take it a day at a time. With time maybe it'll have more of a focus; but presently, all I know is that it will just be a wide array of random things that mean something to me. Sort of a way of expressing myself in many ways than one!/ppI am open to ideas if anyone has any for me! But I do hope against all hopes that at least, my blog "Kaleidoscope" will interest someone out there..../ppCheers... ;)/pdiv class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5844637409319288050-1227358042654258218?l=klscope.blogspot.com' alt='' //div

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