Silver linings

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! ;-)

5 random thoughts about Wanlov, the Kubolor…

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…

Dawn Music

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!

Tailgater Terror

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!

Restless

Restless

Edgy, Impatient

Shifting, Twitching, Fidgeting

Who isn’t restless?

Agitation

Double dealer

You show me your teeth

But I can’t be sure

If it’s a smile

Or a gnarl

Ghana’s ‘concrete jungle’

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.

The curious case of Mental Health in Ghana

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?

2010 Promises

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!