Corona Feelings

I will try to explain some of life’s greatest mysteries to you in this post.  You will be dazzled by some of what you will read here. Actually, that is not true. You won’t be dazzled in any shape or form, but you will still have a good chuckle. So  what is this really about, well it is about some of the things you believed as a kid.  When I think of some of the things our parents and grandparents told us as a kid, I can’t help but have a “WTF were they thinking!”  moment .    So  my grandparents told us we don’t whistle at night. Why, because you will invite ghosts! Now if you grew up in my hometown, ghosts  were  a terrifying thing. Do you think I ever whistled? Heck no! But now I look back and think “WTF was that about!”  Also  they told as you don’t whistle while taking a shower, if you do someone in your family will pass.  WTF  right? Which of our ancestors thought it was a good idea to scare  kids. I came  t...

“ I danced the *kpalongo, fearing nothing for my sanity, or common sense. I added a few foreign steps to disorientate the discontented so-and-so: flamenco,can-can, Irish dancing from side to side. Nothing could take my joy away from me. The sun sent her blessings. My sweat baptized me.” ~Enitan Taiwo.  The day Fanny told me “everything good will come”, I felt she was in a better place so she could afford to say things like this to me.  I thought she didn’t understand my pain. I am sure she sensed I wasn’t impressed. Those words sounded like she was being dismissive of my pain. That was far from it. Now, I know better.  Thank you, Fanny.  I have learned; those words are one of the kindest words someone can say to you. You have to enjoy the process. It’s all yours! What’s life without the downs? The bumpy rides make you appreciate life on a smooth road (when you eventually get there). We will all get there soon.  I have been mouthing “everything good will come” fo...

One of my best friends has many best friends. They are all really great and I love all of them for different reasons. I must admit though, that I have a favourite among her best friends. My best friend is ok with that, she understands and actually plays the role of liaison for me. I will tell you about my best friend later, our story is unique. Okay, about my best friend’s best friend…I hope you are following. This is like one of those math word problems we all hate. Feel free to get a paper and pen to keep track of all the connected relationships I am about to describe.  Just kidding, I won’t make you do that. I call her Abeiku. I actually got that nickname from Nana Tuffour’s song “Abeiku”. If you have not heard it, you should listen to it.  Actually, I call my best friend’s best friend Abeiku in an endearing way. She and I have only met briefly, so my love and admiration for her has only been from afar. Abeiku is the kind of friend who is there when you need her and th...

I n the previous post, Yve the Nurse spoke on how the act of kindness is still well alive in these gloomy times. I might as well share an act of kindness I experienced some months back away from home. I'm in a new country, Germany to be precise. While I'm still working on improving my ability to communicate in German, I still have a long way to go. Besides this incident happened just a few weeks into the country therefore my comprehension in the language back then was close to non-existent.  Anyhow, I was on the train heading to school when I received a text message that required my urgent attention. As I remained fixated on replying the message I lost my sense of awareness to realize we had reached my stop. By the time I realized what was happening, the train was moving again.  For a brief moment I panicked; as I was still learning how to connect my train rides especially in the event of missing a stop.  Also, my anxiety heightened for the fact that while some Germans do...

  They say the devil finds work for the idle hands. Well in this case it found work for the idle mind.  The other day I was thinking about this man I used to date. Thoughts of how this man used to make me feel. He was super romantic. He was the kind of man that knows how to take care of a woman. He would take care of your every need.  My favourite thing about him was how he used to give me money. He would leave money at random places: under my pillow, in the kitchen, in the bathroom etc. imagine waking up and trying to lay your bed and you find money  🥰 . I felt really pampered. I didn’t lack anything.  Then we had a fight and I told him off. Not knowing this man doesn’t forgive foolish talk 😭😭😭 I called him several times. He didn’t respond to any. I sent him messages on whatsapp, he ignored all. Ei but what aa did I do to this man? Na fight I fight “I no kill person”. I quickly got a rebound to help with the pain. Three weeks later I heard from him with a w...

“ H ello, I’m Marlon James, I loved the review you did on my book. It appears you    enjoyed reading the book more than I did writing it. I should share my Man Booker prize money with you” . He laughed at his own joke. I was too stunned to get the joke nor laugh with him. I was only staring at the god (Hercules) standing in front of me. His presence mesmerized me. He continued talking “May I have the pleasure of having a one on one with you?”(I expected him to speak patois but his accent was British). “Umm” Words will not come out, there were words swinging in my head but they eluded me (selective mutism). I was in complete awe of him. “You know what? I am lodging in a hotel near the Airport, you can drop me there”.  He was fascinated with my confusion I could tell. The huge grin on his face, he was enjoying me being star-struck. His gorgeous eyes were fixed on me the whole time he spoke. I nodded. I was still not sure if it was indeed Marlon James. He filled my car with ...

M y passport expires on October, 2020. I decided to start the process of renewing this year.  My birthday plan was to do a road trip through Cote d’ivore, Liberia through to Senegal with two of my girlfriends. Unfortunately lockdown happened. Covid-19 is a kill joy. Back to getting my passport renewed, I wanted to avoid rushing or paying extra to get a new passport. I decided to go through the normal process by filing the online forms. My appointment was 0900hrs on July 21st, got there by 0830hrs. The British in me! Followed through the protocols; washing of hands taking of temperature etc. All this was done at the main entrance of the passport office. Finally I drive in to get a parking spot. First point, you show your appointment form and you're instructed to grab a seat. After you’ll be called and attended to. All social distancing protocols were adhered to. As soon as I took my seat, a gentleman walks up to me and says “madam you have taken my seat” I looked at him in amazement...

I can’t explain it, but I am just really a  trotro / mass transit person. I truly understand it is not for everyone.  A lot of really nice things can happen on  trotro . I will share some of those with you.  A lot of conversations happen on  trotro , some I am well equipped to make meaningful contributions, others not so much.  The fun part about starting my day is that, I never know what conversation I am going to encounter on my trip. One time, I chanced on a conversation between two friends. One was recounting his previous night’s sexual adventures. That always makes for fantastic listening (or eavesdropping if you prefer) – what can I say, I like  kokonsa . They continued  talking,  and I listened, smiling to myself . Clearly, the guy was trying to impress his friend about his prowess. I am convinced he added more to the story than what actually happened. But since I wasn’t there, I had no contradictory evidence. Well, actually it wasn’t ...

Dear reader,  It is me again and this time I have a beautiful story. You are probably wondering,  “ who the heck  are  you ”?  Well, go read the post titled  “A  Useless Story” on this blog. It’s a useless story as the title suggests, but you might actually enjoy it. But this is a beautiful story  this time. At least that is the plan for us long as I can stay focused. I have the tendency to  wander . Perhaps, you could help me out this time. When you see me digressing, silently will me back to stay focused on this beautiful story.  Okay, so this beautiful story is about friendship. I am not sure how it came to be, but I ended up with some of the most amazing people as friends.  Some friends I met because we used to buy beans from the same “ Daavi ”, others in the exam hall when I copied from them (don’t judge me). And some others, we became friends after we found ourselves in an “entanglement”. Actually, that is just wishful thinkin...

I'm not one to make new year resolutions; I mean we mostly stick to them for like three months then drop them to go back to old habits with the cycle repeating itself the following year. Sounds familiar?  Anyway, for 2020 I decided to be more intentional about living, nothing ambitious. More coffee shop visits and reading, take the swimming lessons I've been postponing, go on more trips with my friends. Simply, take life easy; after all, we are not getting out of here alive.  Then COVID19 happened. As a nurse I haven’t had the luxury of being under a lockdown to work from home. Neither have I experienced the level of boredom others complain of. Granted, I cannot step out during my off duty days to go about life like I would have. All the same I do have a new routine now.  I’ve picked up going for evening walks with my friends Agnes and Julia where we cover a distance of 5km to 7km. With this, we’ve seen more of our enclave in the last three months than I've done in the l...

A squeeze here, a squeeze there, a giggle, I am in “Cuddle-land”   Its quiet amazing that laughing over a random tweet started what we now call Cuddle Day. Before then, cuddling (making love) was any day we felt like it, even though that often meant any day she felt like it. When I want it, I have to bring out the Socrates in me. Serenading her, turning her on, drawing out her attention. When she wants it, I was a text away. I was an easy turn-on 😜. Its been years, and now the mind games feel like an extended foreplay. Without them “cuddles“ feels like a very very long one night stand. So now when I get a text from her, I get into my Socrates mode, teasing her sexually, playful reference to her sensitive parts, the mind games don't stop until I arrive at her door. Today, I insist on not having dinner. She likes to feed me and take care of me. But today is different, she is tired and I don’t want her to start cooking. I turned down the option of her serving me with the food I brou...