Skip to main content

Posts

#MemoirsOfATraveler: SAVED BY TAKORADI

This is me standing in a bus traveling from Accra to Kakum. After standing for almost 3 hours, I start asking myself, can I really stand through the return journey after having all the fun?? Of course not! So I decided to go back to what should have been a planned and well organized trip to Takoradi, to spend the rest of the weekend and return in grand style. (ie: sitting in my own seat, listening to good music, reading and eating.) Unfortunately, I slept through most of the journey and if my head could fall off, it would have fallen off and rolled everywhere inside the bus. Because I did a great deal of dozing. LOL
PC: Sixtus, CIBT


My stay in, is it the oil city they call it? Was brief. As brief as an orgasm. And like an orgasm, it was exciting! Though I didn't visit any popular landmark. I went to the beach, the harbor view gardens and the Atlantic Hotel.
The journey from Cape Coast to Takoradi was as dark as the battle of Winterfell. There are no street lights and we have past a…
Recent posts

#TheReminder: GO GET A COPY

Hey there,
I cannot remember the last time I shared a blog post. It has been a great while. I have been away and doing nothing really except reading so much, school and getting into facebook squabbles(lol). But it is all over now. Time to get back to things that really matter. Aye!

So here is how we are going to start. Here is how we are coming back. As God willed it, my maiden book is almost done and it is titled THE REMINDER. I had a good friend help with the editing and here is a review he wrote. I'd like for you to read it and get to know a little about this book. In the meantime, till i start writing again.


"The book you are about to pay for has a hundred and thirteen pages besides the forward and introduction. It contains a collection of poems, memoirs and narratives from several sources all crafted to tell an elaborate story that is supposed to be a reminder that will strike you to respond to the things we so easily ignore.
In this book, The Reminder, you will find you…

#EchoesOfInspiration: GOD IS A TAXI DRIVER

Last night I met God. He was just getting off the phone with someone.
"in an hour's time" He said roughly, yet calmly, then he ended the call. I bet it was a prayer he was answering. (Thinking about it, that one hour he said, could mean one year oo)

When I saw him. I just knew he was the one I'd go with. He laughed a lot and for some reasons, I was drawn to him.
So after boo negotiated the fare,  I took my good bye kiss which he always, carefully plants on my forehead in the same way you put an egg down.
"Keep the jacket" he said smiling as I opened the door lazily and sat at the back seat

After sitting, I took a moment to scan the seat, as my ears caught the sound of a favorite gospel song playing and I'd never seen a taxi so dirty like the one I sat in.
"Oh what happened here?" I asked calmly though with displeasure.
"Oh a woman I just dropped off" he replied shrugging his shoulders like he really wasn't bothered about it, no, …

#EchoesOfInspiration: SHOES, HOPE AND FAITH

We may not get to tell our stories in grand styles like our forefathers and mothers did in their time at the village square.
The days when the whole village gathered to listen to tales of life battles fought with bravery, though with little or no certainty but with the one thing they needed most; HOPE.

Today, I tell the tale of a man. A man who lived, yet with no joy. A man who hoped, yet with little faith, a man who dreamt and kept it at that, until fate, led by the forces of the universe; GOD, smiled at him.

Laying on the theatre bed was a man waiting to live a life he's always dreamt of.
He'd been born with a rare condition where he had two of the big toes. All his life, he's been rejected and neglected due to his condition and he's never been able to wear shoes.

In communicating with this patient before the surgery, this is what transpired between him and the doctor after the pleasantries;

"I may take away one of the curved toes" the doctor said calmly

&q…

#MemoirsFromTamale: MBA YAHAYA

Over a land far away, up there in the northern part of Ghana, the sun sets.

Sunset in Tamale is a beautiful site to behold. You can clearly see and feel the love the setting sun makes with the skies. It's a sight that communicates with your inner most being and makes you feel at ease. At long last, rest is here.

At sunset in a place like Tamale, you'd expect that it's people will scurry off into their homes like rats run to their holes when they sense danger and not want to enjoy the pleasures of the cool night breeze, but no, that's not it. Even at the stroke of midnight  you'd see people around, though not as many as you'd spot in Accra

At sunset, you see most of its people going to the mosque to have their 15 to 30 minutes period of prayer and meditation. Life continues after that.

The people of Tamale are fun loving people. You may not hear them talk about going to the night clubs or pubs to have fun through out the night but they do have fun their own way.

#MemoirsFromTamale: KAWULA!

The first word I learnt was Kawula, taught by Gombilla the poet. It means how are you and you'd respond "alefia"

When I arrived in Tamale, almost everyone  that smiled at me was asked Kawula and they'd laugh at my pronunciation and correct me, but unfortunately, I never seem to get it right. You can't blame me, can you? It's like an Ewe or Ga man trying to speak twi perfectly... Almost impossible

Stepping out of the soccer center after watching a match with guys only, I concluded that, the men aren't as violent as they'd been portrayed to me. Throughout the match, I heard no abusive language, after the match there was no exchange, everyone expressed their views, opinions, displeasure and joy in the most calm way not typical of men I'd seen in Accra. And within few minutes, everyone had sat on their bikes and ridden off.

Stepping out of the glorious and loving embrace of the people from the church, I concluded that, in terms of church hospitality, …

#MemoirsFromTamale: TAMALE LIKE AFRICA

We were told of a land where it's people lived as savages, tearing one another up in conflicts upon conflicts. We heard of how poverty stricken they were and constantly asked to pray for them. As if prayer without works was the solution they needed.
Overtime, this narrative, though may have happened, seems to have become as permanent as an indelible mark a perception, that is just too hard to clean. 
But good news is, efforts are being made to change the narratives of this beautiful land. It may not be with a Black Panther story but it's going to be through sharing amazing experiences from this land which will make you say "Damn! Wakanda life am I living if I'm not visiting this place?" and you're going to mark it a "to do before I die" thing. 
Tamale, like Africa has had it's fair share of gross misconceptions about it's people and the town as a whole. But the story is changing and people are beginning to see that it's not what they te…