No, no, no. This couldn’t be happening again. Joy banged her hand on the steering wheel in frustration. “What is this?!”

She stared at the phone in her hand – Monique was now calling 5 minutes after sending her the picture without any response from her. She let the phone ring as she was carried away by a rush of emotions.

Who was this woman? What was this picture truly about? Was Yao really married? Like seriously?! For all this while?!

The questions were too many for her head to process on its own. *Ping* She received another message from Monique – Where are you, Joy? I’m calling you but you’re not answering, R u ok???

joy3-greetShe knew Monique meant well, but just then she didn’t think she could talk to anyone just yet. Wait – she cast a glance at the man sipping from a teacup at the terrace – there was one  person who she could speak to,

She stepped out of the car, her trembling hands finally settling as she closed the door before walking purposefully towards the restaurant.

Gino, the head greeter, smiled at her in the foyer, but she barely acknowledged him with a small wave of her right hand as she stalked toward the terrace.

“Oh hi there beautiful.” Yao was getting up to greet her with that smile that would turn her knees to jelly on any fair day…obviously not today. His smile faltered when he noticed the look on her face.

“What’s wrong, Joy? What’s with that look on your face?” Read More The Joys of an Intimidating Woman III


“Get you a (wo) man who can do both”

I’m sure everyone and their grandmother has seen the memes with a person in some black-tie attire and some alternative, chill day attire with the caption “get you a so-and-so who can do both. If not, the internet and google are your best friend.

I’m thinking along those same lines, except I’m talking about getting you someone who can do one thing and do it really well.

Someone this weekend talked about the various excuses that Moses came up with when God called him at the burning bush. As in, he was just chilling, having a conversation with THE Lord God Almighty. Instant responses and all, yet he had doubts about how to do the things being asked of him. Can you imagine? You? Of course not, not you.

Iiiiiiii, on the other hand. I can’t say I have had legitimate immediate responses from God, a-la-Moses style. However, there are numerous times in my life where I have questioned how something that has been said or prophesied to me, or even something I have desired in my heart, is going to happen. I know, I know. You’re supposed to leave the “how” to God. However, I’m one of those weird people who likes to know how things are going to happen and whether a, b and c need to be 95 degrees to the left to make it happen.

Read More Get You An Aaron


Joy was bored out of her mind at the stakeholders meeting of the Scion Corporation that Thursday afternoon. The Internal Auditor was droning on in his less-than-stellar English for close to an hour now and so her mind drifted involuntarily towards the bee that had been buzzing around in her bonnet for a while now.


The events of the date with Kojo 3 weeks ago should have been the last things on her mind by then, to tell the truth. She’d been royally pissed for over a week and even till now, the memory could still drive her silently steaming mad in a minute or less. The sort of male animal that would instinctively oppose any woman who appeared to have more than a cursory opinion on matters that ran contrary to his own was downright despicable to her, but one who would immediately assume she would welcome any unsolicited advances and therefore take certain liberties was the absolute worst in her opinion.


Where was that bigot Julius or the two-faced Kojo when she had to endure cold winters slaving away at a fast-food joint before moving to the Walmart afterwards, and then temping on alternate weekends when her Ghanaian scholarship was abruptly terminated?! It turned out that a certain Hon. Somebody at the Ministry of ****** decided to halt payments in favour of channelling funds into an election campaign. Thank God they lost, she thought to herself with a satisfying spike of spite that briefly made her smile.

Read More The Joys of an Intimidating Woman II


I have the unfortunate pleasure of being in that prime age range where a lot of people expect you to be married or well on your way to being married. Ergo, a lot of conversations with people significantly older than me centre on the topic of marriage. I think this is in a bid to give me unnecessary pressure, but I refuse to collect it.

Regardless of this, talking about marriage a lot more lately, I get the opportunity to have interesting conversations about it and what it’s like. Considering that I intend to be married some day, I figure why not ask these people about it. I enjoy finding out what gems each of them have to drop on marriage. Majority of the people who ask me about it are already married and a few are divorced, so regardless of whether it was a failed or successful marriage, I like to engage them in a conversation about what they have learned. It’s always a fun way to flip the conversation.

I haven’t gotten as many “gems” as I had hoped when I decided to start flipping the conversation, but I do have an excerpt from a lady I heard speaking at a conference a few months ago. She wasn’t even speaking directly to me. I believe someone had asked her about her marriage and in her answer she said something that has kind of stuck with me since:

Read More The Ring Doesn’t Absolve You Of…


A week or so ago, Ewuraesi wrote about The Glorified Side-chick. Well me, I don’t mind being a side boo at all, and by the time I’m done, you’ll wish to be one too. Truth is, exclusivity is overrated. “I wanna be the first person she thinks of when she wakes and the last voice she hears before she sleeps.” Dude, please.

See what I mean? lol

And if you haven’t dated a hot girl or a woman you’re crazy about, you po dier you’re not amang of this conversation. Because the thing naah, you don’t even like her, so if another guy comes into the picture, then good riddance.

I’m talking about the kind of woman that gets your heart to go ‘bam Bam BAM!’ just thinking that she’ll be yours for life. The kind of woman you love so much that if you saw a clearly photoshopped picture of her with some other guy po, your eyes will get teary. I don’t mind being her side boo, Read More I’m A Proud Side-boo!



Every now and then I get a mail saying ‘Hey Ben, so I wrote something and I’m wondering if it’s ok to share with everyone?’ I filter a lot of those because I know you and your very tiny tolerance. Immediately you cant see the head or tail of something pe you cant hide it. Why? Why kraa are you like that?

Lol, but it’s good, because it puts Tele, Ewuraesi and I on our toes, but it also sets a standard on what we share from guest bloggers like Sally here today. Sally is a doctor in training and a writer at heart and she brings a very beautiful story.

I am so excited about this piece because it’s such a true reflection of reality captured by putting two extremeties together in a relationship. She starts a conversation that I cant wait to hear your thoughts on. Enough of me, have Sally.

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The first time I encountered the word ‘boyfriend’ in human form, it was Ato, Esi’s boyfriend. He would bring her roses when he came to see her every week. A single pink or white one for a normal day, and a huge red bunch for her birthday or, on any other occasion he deemed special. I thought, it must be nice to have a boyfriend. Or maybe, in retrospect, Ato was just sweet.

Thirty-two months later, I’m staring at the three letters- b.o.o- on Caller ID as the operator informs me for the sixteenth time that i have reached your voicemail. I’m desperately wondering why you’re not here already when you said you were on your way three and a half hours ago, and on about a hundred other occasions. As usual, I’m thinking of coming to look for you, genuinely out of concern, but I remember the first time this happened and i walked forty six minutes and three seconds in the rain, only to find you sprawled across your carpet playing scrabble with that girl from your office-what’s her face? Read More Where Are The Roses? – Guest Blogger Sally Boateng



IT was one of those parties at Christmas where you didn’t actually know the person throwing the party. However, you knew someone who knew someone else who knew the party-thrower, so that was basically an invitation. And of course you would bump into people you knew because everybody was at these parties.

Myma walked through the gate and saw a group of boys standing around talking and laughing. Going through the line-up she realised she knew some of them, so she went to say hi. She initially only said hi to Dennis, a friend of hers, but because her mother raised her properly, she extended a smiley hello to everyone else. Just as she was walking off, she was summoned back by Dennis because his friend wanted to talk to her. Apparently, said friend, Jason, found her attractive and as is usual with boys, Dennis thought it necessary to let Myma know immediately, in front of all his other friends.

Read More Near Perfect Isn’t Always For You


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

short story

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!