Corona Feelings

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 ...

“…… And when she decides she’s leaving, she doesn’t care where she’ll go. She just knows her time is up. She will leave.” I was tired of reading Gabrielle Union’s book (We’re Going To Need More Wine). It was not a boring book. I needed something different.  I jumped onto Maya’s Heart of A Woman.  Gather around and let’s talk about some few lessons I picked.  Keep Moving Maya wasn’t afraid to move, she was not afraid to be among ‘new’ people. Maybe she was, but she moved past her fears. She moved from one place to the other and with the help of friends she managed to keep herself and especially her sanity intact. Travel is good. It opens you up for new opportunities, people and life. The world is bigger than your small space and it’s okay for you to discover other worlds.  Maya’s travels made her very intelligent. She could speak so many languages and appreciated so many cultures. I realized Egypt exposed her to Arab culture and from there, she met people from other c...

In February this year, I went to the United States of America for a meeting at the UN Headquarters in New York. I won't bore you with what the meeting was about. It was my first trip to the US, although I should add that I had gone to Mexico in November 2019 and my friend Esenam had “advised” that I run  from Mexico  to the US.   😂😂😂😂 Mexico was a lovely trip. I liked the food. But anyway this write-up is about my trip to New York.   The trip to the US was a very interesting one. Before I even left Ghana, Esenam’s Tweety who knew I would be going to the US sent me money to chill with when I get to New York. He really ‘bost’ my brain. It's really one of the sweetest things I've experienced. My flight to the US was a direct flight. But something funny happened on the flight. By the time it got to my turn, the in-flight meal was just left with meat. I told them I didn’t want meat. I preferred chicken. The thing is most meat meals on flights are not ni...

I listened with amusement as she was describing a man with some fascinating personifications. If he were a song, a car, a colour and an animal what would he be? That’s India Arie singing Complicated Melody. I listen to it play for the umpteenth time (yeah, one of my favourite songs) and a fun thought cross my mind, I may have met a few complicated melodies myself.  I met my best friend at the university. A mutual friend introduced us. This dude thought it was sleek for us to play a game of “find-me-first”. The first person to spot the other on campus will win a bar of chocolate. I have to admit, it was sleek of him to throw in an incentive but more importantly, it was fun. I remember looking out for him only for the tall guy to hit my head (I see you he said). He won (he cheated 😝) and yet he decided to hand me the prize.  Our friendship took off from there. We did fun things together; told a taxi driver our uncle owned Frankies 😂, auditioned for an Ebo Whyte play. He taugh...

I am going to pick up my story from where I left of. In case you are wondering  what  I am talking about, you can check out the post titled “ Trotro  Tryst”.  While you are checking that out, you should also take time to read the other sensible and beautifully written posts about kindness and friendship.  Those would add more value to your life. This post on the other hand ….I  don’t even know whether to write in pidgin,  Fante , or Ewe. I just might code switch throughout the story  so be prepared.   Anyway, about this girl I met on a  trotro  on my way to Mr. Biggs. She understood me and allowed me to be me. She could handle my sarcasm and could dish it out too.  Do you know what is more beautiful that fine  bortos ? Intelligence! This my girl was all around intelligent  keke .  Trotro  intelligence - she  get ! Book intelligence – she  get !  Nkwasiasem  intelligence – she  get !...

I love to dress and show up for me and my date. I love being courted (wooed) by a man who fancies me.  I love the talking stage. It’s perfect when he’s funny because I love to laugh.  Lately, I avoid dates because of Covid-19.   I met a guy at a supermarket, he said “hello”, i nodded and walked away.  He wanted to say more but I wasn’t interested in new friendships(so unlike me).  When I entered my car, I smiled to myself wondering if it was indeed me being unchatty with the fine guy at the supermarket. I remembered one of my dates. It was a Saturday, a guy met on my job asked me out for a drink. I met him up at a pub. He was excited to see me out of my work clothes(he mentioned it).  There was an unexplainable happiness in his voice and his loud laughter was an oddity. We were in the process of ordering our cocktails when two men walked in. They both looked at us(I was looking at them too), I noticed the tall dark one winked at me. I was thinkin...

Ann Platinum spoke of kindness in a new country a few weeks ago. And I would love to pile on some more about KINDNESS and how it has been a saving grace in these dark times. We can describe 2020 in so many words but one word that does it for me is BUSY ( Chilombo  and Nurse  Yve  actually got me a cake for that 😉 ). Three days into the year, I got busy moving house. A lot of you can relate to how packing up stuff and unpacking them all over again suck. There’s absolutely no fun in that. Moving was a daunting task. Settling into a new place even more so. But guess what, my friends came through BIGLY. By some divine coincidence,  Yve  and her family live two lanes from me and for the first two months, her mom cooked dinner for me. My evenings were fun filled as we would spend time talking about everything and nothing after dinner. Even though I cook my own meals now, I have a standing invitation for Saturday night fufu, which I never miss…scratch that … which I d...

If you are a  trotro  expert like me, you know anything can happen in a  trotro . You could find just the medicine you have been looking for to cure your recurrent running stomach problem, or your trousers could be ripped while getting out of your seat.  You just never know.  Sometimes you see the  trotro and wonder if the  trotro  can make it to your intended destination.  Taking  trotro  is always a gamble,  and that is one of the exciting things about taking  trotro . But once in a blue moon, something wonderful happens on  trotro …you find someone who makes your  heart go pita  pita ! I had one of these “once-in-a-blue-moon” encounter. Here is how it happened… Mr.  Biggs  restaurant had just opened and it was the talk of the town. Hopefully you are old enough to remember Mr.  Biggs … its okay if you don’t remember them. I know some Bogus girl asleep at the office now ,  who isn’t old ...