I am standing in front of a banking hall with my lips pouted like an opened tulip flower. I am very angry with everything around here right now. Deception! Deception! Deception!
It’s my first-time visiting that branch to transact business and I just had to use their washroom out of desperation. You know me. I usually wouldn’t like to patronise such a public lavatory. But nature calls.
I am fed up; fed up with the quality of toilet rolls being sold on our markets.
The soft ones are too soft, your fingers go through them, causing havoc. The hard ones are too hard, they scratch and prick your “undercrofts” so badly, they get sore. Seriously, I am fed up.
Once upon a time, there used to be a particularly haaaaaaaaard kind on the market which really caused serious abrasions to one’s backside. In fact, they were so hard, they could pass for printing paper.
I need a cassette player to buy. Where can I find one, please? I can hear you ask, “Ablah koraaaaa, what is it again, this time around? What on earth does she need a cassette player for?” Is there not a cause? I need it for a practical training programme in my home.
On Saturday, I decided to rummage through some boxes I hadn’t opened since I moved in with Obodai. They contain books I used for my A Levels. They were occupying space in my cute apartment and had to be disposed of.
My first birthday after entering into a relationship with Obodai was my saddest: he didn’t give me a present; not even a teddy bear. Sounds ridiculous, doesn’t it?
Honestly, I look back on that day and laugh. I laugh at how naïve I was then; I laugh at how childish my actions were, and remain grateful for the fact that he didn’t walk away.
Kids! There's so much to learn from them; especially these 21st Century "species". Merhn! They know so much. Sunday morning for me, was a great learning time.
I had been called out of the choir to handle the Children's Class- their two teachers couldn't make it to church. The third had phoned to say she would be late.
I don't know if this is happening to just me. Please if it applies to you too, kindly drop me a quick mail ([email protected]) and make your confessions.
These days, bathing twice a day has become a tug of war. It's almost as if something just doesn't want me to do the "double do": if it happens in the mornings, it ain't happening in the evenings, and vice versa. What's all this?
Everything that has a beginning has an end. The “dinner of distress” finally ended with smiles and looks of contentment (some pretentious, as in my case) on the faces of all parties. Time was approximately 9:45 p.m.
As our hosts led us out of the plush eatery, they bade us goodbye, bowing as they did. My CEO and I bowed in return, and assured them of how much we looked forward to having another session of dinner with them.
I hope your week has been wonderful so far. Well, I’m here to continue with my ordeal at the Japanese table. Hmm.
The table cleared, the Eel Chawanmushi followed. Eel? Of all fishes, eel? Those snake-like fishes with slender elongated bodies and poorly developed fins, proverbial for their slipperiness? Chaiiiii. Na ayiri paaaaaa.
On which day will Fathers’ Day 2017 fall? Why am I even asking you this question when I have a calendar on my phone?
Excuse me a minute, let me check. Oooh, it’s passed already? Ooooooh, how did I miss the date? Did you miss it too?
HMMMMM. The past week and a half hasn’t been the same. Emotion-stricken, grief-incised mental wounds have continued to gape painfully in our hearts and minds. Agh, Major Mahama, safe journey to the land of peace and eternal life. You are indeed a hero. Hmm.
I know it’s a bit late in the day, but let me still take this opportunity to wish well, all BECE candidates. You have done your bit, God will do the rest. Finish haaaaaaaaarrrrrd!
Let me try to spin the yarn of the day. My search for doughnut recipes have led me to a serious discovery. At a point, I wished I hadn’t researched at all. But all the same, it’s good I did.
Do you overly admire the display pictures of people on their WhatsApp pages? Hm! A gentleman I know, Yaw, is so disappointed; he’s broken his own heart.
He told me a few days ago that a friend of his had added him to a WhatsApp group. He seemed very excited about the group. He would forward insightful posts from that particular platform to me and tell me about his new friends etc.
Oh I have missed you so much, it hurts. There is so much to tell you, I don’t know where to start from. But I had to definitely go off for a few weeks. The doctor had advised; heeding was for me to do.Huh, I didn’t want anyone to know this, but you, I can trust: Obodai has for the third time put me in a family way and “merhn”, I don’t know if to blame it on my aging waist … but this time around, I really feel hassled and harassed by the condition.
I can’t believe the much-awaited Valentine’s Day celebrations have come and gone. It hasn’t just gone; it’s left so much agony in the hearts of people whose expectations from their lovers weren’t met.
I never knew it had the ability to stand in the way of one’s career; I didn’t know it was this important. National Service! I detested it with a passion. But … I have suddenly become its self-styled advocate.
I have been very sullen virtually this whole week. Truly, I am perturbed. You see, they told me fizzy drinks weren’t good; I absolutely halted their consumption. They convinced me that those in packs, claiming to be pure juice, weren’t what they seemed to be.
