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 ‘ ‘ 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….


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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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.

Read More Romanticizing Love


I’ve been reading and watching new material nowadays, trying to satisfy a growing need for information – knowledge – on things I’ve been increasingly coming to consider as essential for success in Life, especially as a young person in today’s world. I realised that I’d been getting it wrong for quite some time and it just wasn’t funny anymore – something(s) had to change.

art - love qOne thing I’ve been coming back to again and again is the simply complicated matter of Love.

It permeates every aspect of our lives, whether we realise it, acknowledge it, disbelieve it, or even decide to flat out ignore it. Facts are facts and cannot be changed or negotiated with. The saddest truth about Love, however, is that we don’t know what it really is – everyone has a different opinion!

The sheer volume of songs, stories, books and works of art (and science) created in its name in attempts to define, describe, quantify, qualify, prove or disprove its existence is staggering. Our encounters in Life from the first breath we take however confirm a single salient fact: Nobody can live without Love. Read More The Art (& Science?) of Love!


Hello! Ewuraesi, here. I’m really glad to meet you. I like Ben’s introduction of me, but if he missed anything of interest to you, please let me know.

To tell you the truth, i’m partially excited and partially nervous about all this. I’m hoping it’ll be both fun and edifying for both you and me. I’m not putting myself in a box, but for the most part, I’ll be talking a lot about relationships and general “taboo” topics we are all thinking but not discussing. Also, things from a woman’s perspective. But if there’s anything else you would like to hear about, I’m all ears.

Speaking of relationships, here’s a post that’s part fiction, part factual about falling in love and cheating. Enjoy!

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WE sat in my car in front of one of the school buildings. He insisted I come and see him. I insisted I had other things to do, but I would pass by for a few minutes. I pulled up in my tiny car and he walked over, popping his head through the rolled-down window.


“Joshua,” I said with a smile.

Read More The One Where I Learned To Love

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TweetI’m in the love groove today because my dearest little cousin is getting married tomorrow and I have the privilege of MCing it. To infect you with my mood, I’m…

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I’m unmarried and I’m a guy so maybe I can’t understand why some women are so desperate to be Mrs. I can’t get how the sister doesn’t care that the man she’s calling ‘Baby’ has two teenage kids and a baby that’s still on breast-milk.

People like that see marriage as some sort of new beginning that forgives and forgets what you destroyed and who you crushed to get into it. As if once you walk down that aisle, everything else that isn’t adding up in your life will suddenly come together.

“I’m done with Uni, I just finished my National Service…I think the next major thing I have to do is to get married…latest by June next year.”

How can you give it a deadline like it’s some school admission date? It’s those kind of deadlines that make you desperate when you should be waiting on God. The fear of not meeting them drives you to make compromises you otherwise wouldn’t have…then playing foul to get him becomes okay…acceptable.

The shame with that is, you spend too much energy looking over your shoulders. Every house help, his female friends, even his pretty 3rd cousin is a threat. Read More The Husband Snatcher’s Nightmare.


Many people end up with close-fit halves because they were afraid the perfect half may never show. So they settle with the ‘good enough’ at hand. But there’s a certain feeling reserved for those who get to be with the ying to their yang. It’s like a whole town told you to sleep because there was no tooth fairy, and the longer you stayed up the greater the fool you looked, but just before dawn she showed up and the joke was on the town!

For everyone with someone they fit right into, who had to wait or pay any price of any sort, this piece will fill you up. For those who are on the verge of settling with the next best thing, this may just give you ammunition to hold on a wee bit. Because when you find him, and when she finally makes the entrance! Ayaayaahyahyaaaii!

When Perfect Shows Up.

I was standing there all by myself,

Long after everyone was gone.

The voices in my head were starting to win;

There was no way I was going to meet a you. Read More When Perfect Shows Up


I usually stay in the closet and spy through the keyhole as controversial things happen. I’d hate to estrange people who could find value in Goldinwords because of my explicit stands on a controversial matter. But seeing as everyone is brazenly coming out of closets, here’s me bursting out of mine!

I’m deeply saddened that the country we borrow our accents from, we get our sense of pride because some distant relative lives there, we spend many years staking visa lottery in the hope to be accepted by, we Photoshop pictures in a desperate attempt to prove that we’ve really really truly been there, we draw so much inspiration from and like to be associated with, that country has legalized the matrimony of guys ‘spooning’ guys and girls ‘wheelbarrowing’ girls.

I know I know, there’s a lot more to a civil union than sex, there’s companionship, blah blah blah and love right? Right? But that’s where this donkey’s back breaks.

The sexiest ministry in Christianity (to me) is the apologetic, which intellectually defends our faith. The guy who does it best is this awesome person called Ravi Zacharias. He said one time that the saddest thing about humanity is how we’ve educated ourselves to imbecility. There is no immoral, hedonistic, evil habit or desire that you can’t fly in some Professor from some fancy University to justify. The way I see it, that summarizes how the most sacred institution can be reduced to a boys boys gerhs gerhs situation. Some ‘learned’, ‘successful’, ‘compassionate’, famous people campaign for something and perhaps Read More When Kofis Start Romancing Kwames -what really wins?


I’m still stunned by just how many people were blown away by the first part of this story!! I didnt know you guys liked sequels like that, eeii! Anyways, it’s here if you missed it. If you ask me, I think this last part is even better! Maukeni just lifts the bar  with this one. And I’m smart enough to tell the thin line between an intro and a nuisance :-)…so I stop here. I’ll let her finish what she started;

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‘I am pregnant with his baby’, the words hung in the air and I looked ahead blankly. I didn’t need to turn my head to see the concern in my mother’s face metamorphose into shock. ‘Oh my child, I am so sorry’ and then we both broke into tears. The last two weeks had been like that- we had synchronized our crying timetable. She cradled me in her arms like a baby- I wished I could be a baby again, with no worries, no anxieties, without this pain that seemed so deep, like a bottomless abyss.

I pushed the fried fish around in my plate. Even the fish’s eyes were full of pity. I didn’t have an appetite. Patrick had always said I was a picky eater, and he didn’t mind helping himself to whatever was left of my meal. Oh Patrick! I still kept hope alive that he would call me and say he was coming home, or that he would be sitting in the study, reading a book, or that I would hear him laugh or even call my name. The other night, I woke up at dawn and instinctively reached over to the other side of the bed. He wasn’t there, it was just me and the darkness- and the deafening silence…

The day of the funeral was drawing nearer. My baby bump was now rather visible and it was drawing just as much attention as the news of my being a widow was. I always pretended not to hear the whispers, ‘She is finally pregnant and the man has left her so tragically. Poor girl’. My doctor had advised me to avoid stressing myself out to avoid complications during I ignored the whispers, smiled politely and tried not to cry too often. Except this one time! One of Patrick’s sisters, Cynthia, had not seen me since the pregnancy started showing. The day she did, she sneered at me and said Read More Till Death Do Us Part II- Keni Kodjo


What I’m about to show you is different, completely different from the weekly regulars here. This is an awesome different. The kind where you ask “But Ben, why did you brown us this long?”

Yeesss, it’s been very long, but in this powerful story, we finally break the ‘Guest Blogger drought’. If story-telling skills could be converted to Martial Arts ranking, Maukeni Kodjo would be Chuck Norris’ classmate. She runs this great blog here.

‘Till death do us part’ is a beautiful story that evokes a dozen emotions. It’s not long too. If you read it all I promise you’ll beg me for the sequel. So to save you from my incessant chatter, please, I present you with this Keni classic;

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I kept staring at the wall clock as if that would somehow bring him back. The seconds turned into minutes, and then an hour. When three hours had passed, three hours of just sitting there in disbelief, I picked my phone and called my brother. ‘Ekow, Read More Till Death Do Us Part -By Keni Kodjo (Awesome Story!)