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


Every day draws us further into our future and further away from our past. As I also keep saying, “the mistakes you make in your early 20’s have far more grievous consequences in your later 20’s“. If you’re going to toe the line the majority will, sooner or later you’re going to become someone’s wife or husband. I’ve also come to see that we put so much effort into preparing to get married that we fail to realise that we’ve put in zilch effort into being married, by the time we are married…and that’s one surefire recipe for disaster, guys (more on that in another post down the line though).  Ladies, ever been taken home to Mama before? Did you pass?? Oh, you didn’t realise it was a test?! Like seriously?? *Whew* Then read on – everybody does well with some apor after all 😉


I’m writing from this angle because I’m… *sigh* (I know this will get me into a lot of trouble but I’m going to say it In This Context Alone and then it is Finished…!) I am Mama’s boy. I’m the last born and the only son of my mother so you’ve got to believe me when I say I’ve got some right (or is it responsibility?) to write this today. I sometimes write stuff that needs to be said too – and heard – at least once in your life by a close friend (whom you’ll hopefully believe…but I digress).

My attention was drawn to an old piece I wrote some time ago –  about who a Lady was – by a friend of mine a week ago and as I went through it all over again my Muse started whispering in my ear. She asked me a simple question: “What next?” Read More Taking Her Home to Mama


Every now and then I get an e-mail from someone saying kind words or wanting to know my take on something. Days after the ‘Made By A Woman’ post, I got this mail from Maame Yaa. I’m sharing it because she permitted me to and also because if you are or know someone going through a breakup, you’ll find this very valuable.

O and I told her about the smart aleck you are so she’s looking to hear how you think she should deal with this situation. Here goes;

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So Ben, I got dumped because I was not ready to settle down (BTW, I think we should stop saying getting married is settling down-its living!) ..and I am crushed because I never expected him to move on so fast ( FYI,  I never said ‘no’ to him, I knew his flaws but I was willing to be by his side, because hey, nobody is perfect). I felt I have personal stuff (in terms of confidence and assertiveness) I needed to work on before saying “I do”. Read More 1st Aid For Heartache.


Maybe if you dig deep, veeeeerrrryy deep, you’ll find more than two kinds of men, but only these two interest me today; there’s the kind that go out looking for a woman to complete their jigsaw puzzle and  want the last thing left on their checklist struck out. Then there are those who have come to understand how influential the woman they spend their life with is to what becomes of them. To them, a woman isn’t an accessory, she’s an amplifier through which the feeble tone of their ambition can be heard the world over.

The former don’t really matter to me, and I don’t envy the women who end up with them. Usually, a woman who becomes the Mrs. to a man who already has all his chips in his pocket has much less say in his affairs. Her response to his folly, infidelity or insensitivity is cautiously expressed through the fear of forsaking the luxury she’s doused with. If he disappoints, she will threaten to leave many times but is very unlikely to, the trappings are too sweet so she redefines the determiners of a great marriage to the point where him returning to sleep home eventually is good enough and what ultimately matters. Oh but I digress, I’m really pumped up about the latter group. Read More Made By A Woman.


She works at a recruitment agency around South Labadi. It’s her job to visit the eight companies they service and make sure that the secretaries, cleaners and other employees they recruited on their behalf are doing satisfactory work. She’s the fluid bridge between the companies and her agency and she’s good at what she does.

If there’s anything else Maame knows to do, it’s to dress. Not the kind of dressing that commands attention because of its obscene and risqué effects, she dressed like it was a trailer to a movie you couldn’t wait to see in 2016; not too much revealed, but enough to make you press replay.

She has a full backside that doesn’t make you notice her relatively smaller boobs. If there was any flaw on her face, it vanished when she smiled. If she were a mutant, her smile would be her super power. It garnished her with an illusive innocence that was both magnetic and reverential. The first day she walked past the security desk of Amos Financial Holdings, she had that smile on.

“Good morning sir” she said to the security man smiling “Can you direct me to the reception please?” the normally haughty and indifferent security man took it upon himself to make sure that this awesomeness of a woman got the CEO on his knees if that’s what she came there for.

“Thank you so much.” She said when he’d overstepped his powers by instructing the receptionist to do whatever the lady asked.

The receptionist was shocked, not by his effrontery, but because Abu had never done that before.

Maame went upstairs to meet with the Head of HR who had requested for the meeting the previous day. He gave her the details of the four vacancies they needed suitable candidates for, but he would have added his position to the list if she wanted the job. He was as tasteless at flirting as an English man is at eating his first bowl of fufu and palm-nut soup. Read More The Smirnoff Rapist.

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Barbara said something interesting about last week’s post; she couldn’t decide which was more interesting; the comments or the post -me neither. If you missed it, see it here, else I’m diving straight into what I said to Em after she told me about what had just happened between Kwame and her. Here goes;

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Whichever way you look at it Em, you shouldn’t have slept with him especially on the day you went to start a relationship. It’s a precedence with only bad implications;

Even if he isn’t a body chaser and he still wants to be with you, sex will forever be the indicator of whether you guys are in a good place or not. The thing that’s meant to consummate a marriage has become a ‘health check’ for something that will probably not end up in a marriage.

It’s possible he is a bad guy after all and was just patient enough to chase your body for so long. It’s still possible that he didn’t set out for your body, but after making him feel like dirt for so long, having you meant getting even. He may still want you after all this, but knowing he has the upper hand, he’ll make you do all the hard work. He may even realize that what he was so sure was love in fact wasn’t. He was fooled by his own lust and is as much a victim as you. Read More His Winding Journey To Her Gorgeous Body II



For three years he pursued her. He called her even for reasons as lame as “Is the fresh air in your area fresh tonight?” she lives in Nsawam, but his feelings made the frequent journeys from Adenta feel like a stone throw. He did all he could to show how serious he was about her, but she wouldn’t budge.

“You guys are all the same” she’d say to herself “You move mountains and do anything just to get into a woman’s panties, then she becomes a nuisance after.”

So she threw him off, kept giving him funny excuses. Then out of the blue when she got in the mood she’d send him an “IMU” on whatsapp. Then he’d jack-up like a dog finally let outside two weeks after the start of the mating season. He’d resume calling frequently, making the pilgrimage and doing all those otoolege things. Then she’d throw him off, then the cycle continued.

She hardly returned his visits. She stretched him so much, making him ‘prove his love’ for much longer than it takes to get a diploma. Then one day she woke up and realized she was three years older. Read More His Winding Journey To Her Gorgeous Body.


I want to show you some photos. I chanced upon a Facebook page with a collection of photos that had me smiling; I’ll tell you why shortly. Actually let me tell you some now. In most of the shots, there’s an irreverent child who doesn’t care that his father is CEO with several dozen employees waiting on him. She doesn’t care that he’s the Minister of Defense, or about the immense power he wields. He doesn’t care that dad is 6ft. 5 and a professional wrestler.

She doesn’t care that he makes full-grown men stutter and whimper when they sit across him in his office. If she wants to paint, he better be a canvas, if he wants to ride, he better be a horse. If no cousins are around when she wants to play, he better be ready to be Barbie. That’s a TM Lewin shirt, so? If he wants to throw up, that shirt is a bib for all he cares. People knock to enter his office; well she never got the memo. To her he’s the other human she owns. He is dad, her personal person. You look at these photos and see what I mean. Read More Meet The Silliest Dad Ever!


I used to think praying about marriage was as much a preserve for girls as pregnancy is. I couldn’t imagine a real hunk on his knees praying to God about his future wife and kids. That was downright spiritual gayism! I mean who does that, right? Just go through as many chics as you can, settle with one at the time you feel you want to marry in as much the same way as you choose a chair in a ‘Musical Chairs’ game, and still keep it going with the mistresses. Or, if you were a better man than that, just make enough money and choose the one you had the best sex with, right?

Or, or, or, just send word to your village for a fine girl to be made available to you and just rule your house like the overlord you are right? Who wants to be challenged in his house! You want to be served. You want to summon a woman, issue orders and have it executed with no protest, because after all, you’re the man right? The harrdddest guy. Lol. Boyyyyy have times changed! Wait, I don’t think it’s time that’s changed, rather sensibility has settled in fully.

I’ve always maintained that good women are the dreams of dolu good guys and the desired destinations of smart bad boys. I’ve never been more convinced of that than now.

You see growing up does this thing where it puts things in clear perspective. It’s not so much who has the fairest complexion; it’s Read More Hard Guys Praying For Good Wives. [Rated]


As the year ends, you do know that there are some people & things you’ve got to let go before 01/01/15, right? No?! Okay, let me lend you my list 😉 #TeleTuesdays 


So I was at this fancy restaurant in Sunyani after being told it’d take about 30 mins till the food was ready and packaged (I wasn’t eating there – officially, because I was so tired from work & just wanted to get home and relax, unofficially because when you pay so much for a meal I believe you have the Right Responsibility to Really Get In There, y’know??! Preferably out of the public eye… 😉 )
So, I had the brilliant idea to write up something in that time, so here goes nothing.

ltgoLetting go is hard. Like Really Hard, sometimes. I think this’s such a big but silent problem amongst the youth today that it deserves to be addressed by someone (*raising my hand up* me! me! me!).
Sometimes it’s your only option after you’ve tried and tried to make things work (which is what you really should do – remember nobody’s perfect, including you). Other times, things really have run down and it’s a mutual understanding that the important things in your lives are taking you to different places – where IDD doesn’t make a difference.
And then sometimes it’s just a classic case of flogging a dead donkey. You know something is not just bad but is actually killing you inside but you sometimes just keep banging your head against a wall. Hoping to ‘break through’ in vain… Allow me to share with you a few ways in which that might occur to you: Read More You’re Not an Octopus: Let it Go!