IT was a beautiful sunny day after numerous months of torrential rain. As the sun does with its typical magic, everything had a certain exciting glimmer to it. The day was as lively as it could be. The sun had come to play and everybody and their grandmother out.

A group of friends and I had gotten through a few events earlier on in the day. With the sun very slowly but steadily attempting to set, we decided we would make the most of what remained of a beautiful Saturday. There was only one way to do this. We walked from one area of the city, down cherry blossom lined roads that gave way to the grand expanse of water and sand that is the beach. Small and large boats alike were delicately plastered across the horizon, with the teasing sunset acting as the perfect backdrop.

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Her reputation is the size of the Atlantic. It precedes her like a lanky woman’s pregnancy. When I asked of the best waakye joints around Labone, she was possible answer A,B,C &D. It was a Friday. On Monday 8am I was there. I heard I had to be early because her waakye finishes before 9am. She didn’t come; Monday is her off day. I found some hausa koko nearby and placated my disappointed palates.

Tuesday took a decade to arrive. I made it there at 8:04 and had small trouble finding parking. The queue was full of people who should have been sending their house helps and errand boys, but they were all there waiting patiently. No one got preferential treatment; benz men, 4X4 women, bicycle boys, everyone got the same ‘yes?yes?yes? how are you, but be quick’ expression. When it was my turn, I got waakye GHC 3. Read More The Beauty Of An Arrogant Waakye Seller

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So today, we conclude on the Boo Matter.

Synopsis: Ekow is taking a midnight run for his life, all because of…er…wrong decisions. I’d advise that you see what exactly happened here ‘ http://www.goldinwords.com/2165/when-your-boo-is-not-your-boo/ ‘ in the first part before you jump into today’s conclusion brought to you by #TeleTuesdays…Enjoy!

 

 

The thumping of his heart within his ribcage sounded as loud to him as the rushing of blood he could hear thundering through his ears but Ekow’s feet seemed to have plans of their own, choosing to pound on instead of slowing down so he could catch his breath. That bloody girl, he thought to himself as he reached another intersection and leaned against a light post there, breathing heavily as the sweat rolled down his face in waves.

Sapphire Rose Hotel, Room 42… Sapphire Rose Hotel, Room 42… Sapphire Rose Hotel, Room 42….

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Boo2 - sauvageEver since Prince tried to pour a cold one over his developing feelings toward Naa, there had been some unease between the two roommates. Ekow figured that Prince probably had some unrealized (or unresolved) feelings toward Naa from way back when and so decided to throw a wrench into his plans as a result. He’d not known him to be so petty but well…apparently people did change. Either that or he didn’t want Ekow to have a bit of excitement in his own life too, after all, Prince might not like the competition.

Ekow snorted to himself as he straightened the monogrammed blazer he was wearing over the white long-sleeved shirt and jeans. He wouldn’t allow Prince’s words to dampen his evening today.

Spritzing on some Sauvage by Dior, he stepped out of the room without a second glance back at his roommate who appeared to be engrossed in a movie with his arms around yet another girl on his bed. Read More When Your Boo is Not Your Boo..! II

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I’ve always sinned, right from infancy. Some of my earliest sins included coveting my brothers bigger meat, lying that I wasn’t the one who used the toilet and didn’t flush, overly enjoying the stimulating warmth of being on Patience’s back as I played her son in a ‘Maame ne Paapa game and deciding that the coins on my mum’s bedside will be better off in my pocket for my Fan Spot icecream agenda.

Sinning then was doused with innocence and naivety. Conviction sometimes came. Perhaps because I couldn’t spell the word, I didn’t feel it so often.

Over the years though, I became more cognizant of sin. One of the prayers I often prayed was “Father make my conscience so sharp that I wont be able to find any pleasure in continuous sin.” I’d feel so terrible when I did something I know to be wrong, then I’d feel dirty and unworthy to talk to God, then I’d wander farther, then I’d do more wrong until suddenly I realize that “O goodness, I’m like a sitting duck right now!” Read More My Intimate Relationship With Sin.

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BOY meets girl, girl wows boy. Boy instantly falls in love, because of this rare specimen of beauty girl embodies. Girl takes her sweet time getting to love. Boy persists. Girl falls in love. Cue the beginning of a relationship. Then, problems arise. Oh gosh darn it; someone has fallen out of love. Now the other must do everything humanly possible to make sure this love is rekindled.

This is essentially, role reversal aside, the script for most of the romantic comedies or chick flicks out there. There’s this idea that love is supposed to be the all-encompassing emotion. It is only an insanely strong emotion that makes you do crazy things. Thanks to this portrayal, we all follow this idea of wanting to be overwhelmed by the love we feel. We must feel sparks, and chemistry, and smell some pheromones otherwise it can’t possibly be love.

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The yellow streetlights sped past in sequence as Ekow’s bare feet hit the pavement in quick succession. His heart beat so wildly it was as if it was getting ready to burst out of the jail that was his ribcage on a solo venture. He was so terrified that he didn’t even bother turning his head to see if he was being pursued. This isn’t one of those movies, he told himself silently as he rounded a curve ahead, casting his eyes widely around looking for any car in sight. 12:37am on the clock – not a single self-respecting taxi driver would be down here at this time… Huffing and puffing, he finally slowed down to lean against a palm tree by the roadside. He finally let his mind roll back to the significant events that led to his midnight marathon down Thieves Row…

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Boo 1 - chat*Beep* I feel so cmfortbl talkn to you Ekow. Ure quite different from most of d guys I’ve met

Oh yeah? I’m flattered. Abi ure d main bosschick on campus. *Swoosh*

*Beep* Oh see you! As if I’m teln u sth nu – I bet u even use those same words on all d otha girls, eh?

Wey other girls? Naa paa! U kno me, Solo Rider #1 😊 ! D girls don’t like me lyk tht o 😢 *Swoosh*

*Beep* Ei Ekow, u wnt me 2 blv u? What abt those girls hu always seem 2 be hangn arnd u in class? Or those ones who I always come to meet in ur Room??? Read More When Your Boo is Not Your Boo..!

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Grat - emotSo it happened just by accident – cross my heart. I was just sitting there enjoying my emo tuo with palmnut soup that afternoon when my ears pricked almost of their own accord in the direction of a conversation occurring on the table just behind me.

You see, I was at a canteen on some *ahem* personal business, which coincidentally turned out to be the same venue for a workshop on some Public Health topic or the other. Now, if you’re even a little bit health-inclined, or happen to have an ear out for headlines in Medicine, you’ll know that that’s one of the fastest-growing fields currently.

Grat - 4x4I’d seen the 4-by-4s and branded pickup trucks and, as usual, had subconsciously formed an impression of the ‘bigwigs’ meeting together to discuss research findings and have brainstorming sessions to determine the direction of health policy in Ghana:

Step 1: Write Proposal.

Step 2: Get grant money.

Step 3: Use some of grant money for project and make a killing on the rest.

Step 4: Present findings in a paper alongside and gain academic clout.

Step 5: Repeat.

I judged them harshly, I know – I’ve confessed my sin and have received God’s forgiveness (what about you? But that’s another matter altogether 😉 )

So, this is how the conversation went somewhat: Read More Don’t Dull, Don’t Slack!

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I’m not the kind of guy to take a microphone and ramble on about the great things the Lord has done in my life. I think of all the hundreds of people my testimony will be a very small deal to. “Ho! Is this a testimony? tweaaa. If we are looking for testimonies to say wow to, then this one?!!” And just like that I keep it to myself.

Also, I hate showing off. If I’m talking to very close friends I talk big and I know they can tell the jest in it, but to a much larger audience, I really cringe at the thought of sounding and seeming like I’ve arrived. Like I’m the traffic light’s replacement and everyone must stop to see what I have to say. I imagine someone saying “Eeeiii Ben! Ben has come on top o. Hmm, he sees himself papa, meanwhile too tinor. He should be careful o, lest he starts looking down on people.”

The third reason I’m not so much of an explicit testifier is that well…I’m a Ghanaian, and you know how we always pray against monitoring spirits. Lol, at my old office, we teased Abla about the fact that her church had just one testimony Sunday at the end of the year so that it would be too late for all the dark-hearted, kokonsa people to spoil anything. I just feel like sometimes, some people gauge their expectations of you from knowing the new things you’ve come into and I’d rather not that kind of pressure. Read More The 3 Weird Reasons I Didn’t Testify…Till Now!

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Nana Oye is a girl genius who is no no stranger to Goldinwords, when she first featured here, she was just starting her post grad in some top notch Americana school…now she is a full-fledged Doctor of Economics (She’ll kill me for blowing her horn). So here’s this hot Christian genius (very young too), finding time in-between developing economic frameworks to write about something I think is so critical. It’s like the ringworm under the pretty hairs of almost us all.

I cant wait to see what you think. Dr. Oye, over to you…

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Akosua saw the light die in Selasi’s eyes when her tongue landed firmly on the ‘n’ in ‘virgin’. She sighed silently, knowing there was little to no chance of a fourth date now. This was her fifth Ojacious Singles connection this year, and every single one of the men had reacted similarly to her disclosure that she was virginal. It did not seem to matter whether this came up on the tenth or third date; it seemed a hard no to Tim, Kwame, Kwesi, Alfred and Selasi. This was the very reason she had decided to give Ojacious Singles a try. She was tired of getting this reaction from so-called worldly men and thought she’d try a crowd that should have appreciated it. Boy, was she mistaken! Read More Is Virginity Like Syphilis?

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THE more time I spend with different groups of Christians, the more I recognize the one prayer request that always makes an appearance – one for a family member to come to know Jesus. I’m unsure why it is such a rarity to find a family with all its members on fire for Jesus. I have seen families who have all members living for Christ, so I know this isn’t impossible. It just so happens that those families are very rare.

I’m not sure when exactly I began pondering this idea, but I wanted to know why it was so prevalent. I wanted to ask God why it was, that only some parts of the family got to know Him, and the others were uninterested or grossly disgusted by the idea of Him.

I have always thought there was a certain beauty in flaws and imperfection. Ergo, I tried to find that in a family that had some members who knew Jesus, but I failed to see the beauty in it. Sometimes, I ponder ideas such as this and let them go, however this was not one of those situations. Unable to let the idea go, I carried my concerns bl3oo1 to God.

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