Corona Feelings

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 ...