Corona Feelings

                                             “ Tea is a hug in a mug ” I have found love. The serenity, the pleasure, the warmth, the aroma rising from the cup in the form of vapor filling up my nostrils with goodness. I might be hallucinating but I always get the feeling the vapor is telling me “everything will be alright, child”. The power of a sip takes me so high I don’t want feel my feet touch earth. I go through this fantastic experience every time I brew a cup of tea. The feeling is ecstatic.  “ A cup of tea would restore my normality ” I prefer green tea, pure peppermint, camomile and I love surprising myself sometimes with interesting fusion of flavors and herbs. I know I’m extra with my acquired tastes.  🤣😂🤣 My cranky mornings turn lighter, better, jazzy and smiley with a cup of tea. I love the beauty of sipping(I know someone who gulps tea  😂 ...

Corona is not a myth!  7th October, 2020 Doctor: Madam good morning, your results are in, for the blood count, your HB is very good, white blood cells in good condition, a bit of zinc deficiency. You have Covid-19, I’m sorry you tested POSITIVE! Me: Really?! Hmmmm oh how sad. 😭 Doctor: Don’t worry you’ll be fine, I strongly believe you are in the recovery stages. [He gave all the medical advise and concluded with  “you have to isolate for 14days”.] I sunk in my bed for few minutes and texted my lover; The results says I’m positive. I walked up to my mum in the kitchen and repeated same. Her reaction was priceless maybe because she is a retired “Principal Nursing Officer” a title she upholds so dearly. “You’ll be fine” she responded.  I started wondering where I contracted it, was it the kiss?(Of course I kissed my lover), the salon I visited? The supermarket? The church member I lifted? The pre-burial service for my friend who lost her mum or the ATM? These were the plac...

My  mind plays an interesting game with me. I am yet to find a name for it. The thoughts give me mixed feelings. Thoughts I can never get rid of flash through my mind, then I start dwelling on them. I might be watching a movie, or going about my day (working) and these thoughts will suddenly pop up in my head.They jump at me and take over my thoughts.  There are four major things I can’t seem to forget.   They are: Maa Jane(my auntie), Pastor Paddy(my dearest friend) and two articles I read from Biko Zulu blog.  My auntie died of cancer. It’s been quite long but she’s always on my mind.  I was the one taking care of my grandma when she passed but I did not feel a sense of loss. Probably because she was ill for a very long time. I thought she needed the rest, I made peace with it.  My auntie’s death is still fresh in my memory. It comes up often in my head.  Her story is a sad one for another day.  I think she should not have died. I now ...

People can write sense  paa  o. Often times when I think about writing a piece for this blog, I often think about writing something sensible  and then discover that some things are not for everyone.  I am good at a lot of things, writing sense is not one of them. I keep trying though, and today might just be that day that I write something sensible. I’ll let you be the judge  at the end .  Tomorrow is my sister’s birthday. As far as I can remember, I have never made an effort to remember  her birthday .  Truth be told, there are very few people whose birthday I can remember. Unless your birthday falls on the same days as that of my favorite waakye seller, don’t expect me to remember. Typically, my sister  calls me or sends me a message about a week ahead of the day to remind me her birthday is coming up. And I still don’t remember.  I guess the expectation with such things is for me to say nice things about the celebrant, how special the...

D ancing is not my most prominent art but I love it! I love the art of dancing and dancers. I have always thought dancers are incredibly gifted humans (Maya Angelou is one).  I love the way dancers wiggle perfectly(sometimes imperfectly) to the rhythm of music. Their arms swing and sway in sync with their bodies. Their calculated steps and leg works make me want to tap my feet. I wonder how they command their hips to obey them. My legs don’t always obey me when I am dancing. These legs of mine rebel often. I will be silent on my hips.[ Whispers] *my hips are not like Shakira’s. I’m swooned when I see dancers stomp-swoop-swirl-slide and jiggle.  My favorites are happy dancers: you feel their ‘happy’ when you watch them.  People express themselves on the dance floor. They don’t care whether you’re judging them or not. They dance!  ‘Nothing on earth matches the heart of a dancer!’~ Bill Walsh  It’s their smile, grin(sometimes), aplomb, they love what they are ...

W e don’t know what the future holds for us even when we have the best laid out plans for it.  All we do is hope and pray our plans manifest.  An idea had been brewing in my mind for a while and I guess the time was right for it.  It was Vi’s birthday!  When you have awesome friends, it’s easy to get them together for an amazing  time.  We celebrated Vi’s birthday over the weekend and it was a mind blowing experience.  I would like to officially welcome Anguah    and Yaw into our circles. They’ve always been part of us but have never been present in any of our meetings.  I drove to Anguah’s place to pick her up and we went to meet Vi at Marina mall (picked up the cake as well).  The party started in the car on our way to the party house. Kofi Kinaata’s Play had us hopping and throwing our hands in the air. Singing along happily laced with loud laughs at some of the words of the song. I know I laugh loud but the squeaky laughs o...

So it’s my birthday in a few days!  🎂   💃🏽💃🏽💃🏽😩😩☺️☺️🔥🔥💝💘💖💞🌺🌸💐🌼 This birthday is special. I mean every birthday is special. Every day God gives us is special. But this birthday of mine that’s loading (apologies to e-beggars) is very special. It’s a milestone!  Thank you Jesus!   Anyone who is close to me knows I’m really not the type who celebrates birthdays like that. Sometimes it passes without me even talking or posting about it. Sometimes friends forget because they don't get that reminder from me  🤷🏽‍♀️ . It's not on Facebook.  Not that I’m not grateful oo. But like I said, everyday is special so that’s how I approached my previous birthdays. Another special birthday in my life. But this one! I’m excited! I’m more grateful. I’m more happy! I feel so blessed that I’m turning 35. I have soooo much to be thankful for. have so much going for me! God has been extremely good to me.  My life hasn’t gone how I planned it but it has def...

So the whole “Papa No”   thing  is yet to die down but today I was thinking of my own Papa Nos. Yeah I have had a few.  My first Papa No was a doctor. He was my gynae. Yeah it appears what they say about those guys are true. One day during an examination, I was so sure this man was doing more than an examination. I felt he was stimulating me. There was also something in his eyes; some mischievous look. When he was done, I was like this examination has to go into the Guinness Book of Records. He smiled and I asked him shyly if he liked me and his response was “I thought I’ve showed you already”  ☺️☺️☺️  Dirty Papa No! I didn’t find him attractive but there was something there. We had a weird friendship. He gave me money every now and then. It wasn’t much but eating that money was sweet. Well everything was sweet until one day he tried to recoup all the money he had given me  ☹️ . That day I cried maa maa. He had pity on me and left my house. Not that I ...

I joined Facebook way back. I don’t remember the exact day but I know who made me join.  An engaging intelligent young man I had chatted with on Yahoo Messenger (hehehehe) kept pestering me to join.  Probably because it was the new ‘cool’. I recall  he promised not bother me to turn on my webcam if I joined Facebook. I thought about it for a while. His offer was enticing, considering how I loathe video calls.  I doubt I gave it a deep thought. I joined. He was the first person I added as a friend on there. The one person who pestered me to join left me to fend for myself on there. He barely showed up.   I wondered why he went through all that to make me join only for him to be unavailable. I had to find my way on the virtual streets.  When you’re chatty and a fun loving person, you don’t have to wander for long. I jumped on posts and made conversations with strangers. Laughing and posting my pretty legs, showing my sandals and shoes (afokpa).  I ...

Folks, I have an update about one of the stories posted on this blog – “Attawa Thursday”. You can read it if this is your first time on this blog, or read it again to refresh your memory. I will give you a quick summary of the story. I reminisced about my first crush back in primary school – class 1, to be precise. I started early, what can I say. Long story short, I had a huge crush on her and there wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do to get her attention. What I didn’t share in that previous blog post, was how things ended or didn’t end between us. So here is it… My mom got transferred to a different Region and we had to move when I was in class 2. Truly sad time in the history of mankind. I never saw or heard from Attawa again after we left. I have had many crushes since then, but Attawa reigns supreme. I guess what they say about first loves could hold true for first crushes as well. Its been about 30+ years since I last saw her. Through a series of unprecedented events, I now have her c...

A side the Covid-19 roller coaster of emotions, I am dealing with a routine which has been eating me up.  It’s more pronounced because of the times we find ourselves.   Wake-up-go-to-work-come-home-repeat.  What do I want? To wake up after a good sleep and not think about going to work. Do nothing till I get tired of doing nothing.  My morning routine: I struggle to get out of bed. I literally drag myself to work only because I have bills to pay and I need to wear fine clothes, drink the best cocktails, fine wines and get some luxuries. 🤣😂   Don’t talk to me about being an entrepreneur, that will take all of me and I will end up not living. I will live for my job and nothing else would matter. I don’t want to keep my head down work my ass off and later wonder why life passed me by. Worst of all; I don’t want to lose myself. Most mornings, I tell myself, I am showing up for me. When I get to my car park, I lie to myself that I can take a short nap(I usually don...

This is probably the shortest story you will read on this blog. I think it’s more of a question rather then a story. Please are you not tired of this coronavirus?  Are you not tired of not hanging out with friends like before? Are you not tired of not being able to visit your older relatives because of the virus?  Are you not tired of not going out to your favourite place to booze?  Are you not tired of going home every Friday night from work? Are you not tired that your borga can’t come to see you or you cant go to see him? And most importantly, are you not tired of not being able to have sexual escapes because of the corona virus?  Please are you not tired? Please me di εε   I’m tired paa.  Corona feelings by Bogusgirl

Yes, this is another trotro story.  You are probably wondering how many trotro stories can this guy possibly write? A lot actually. Each trotro trip is a story on its own. Lets say I have been taking trotro twice a day, five days a week for twenty-five years...you do the math and tell me how many stories I can write about…like I said, A LOT. So yes I have another trotro story.  I have had the opportunity to travel to other countries and trotro is always my first choice. To be honest, I sometimes pick cities to visit just because of their trotro system. You know that saying “you can take the trotro out of the market but you can’t take the market…”, no that is not how the saying goes. I think it is “you can take the lion of the trotro, but you can’t…”. Okay, I can’t really remember the saying but basically what I want to get across is that I think taking trotro is just in my genes. Again, it is really not for everyone but it is definitely for me.  Abrokyir trotro di33 ...