BEFORE spinning my yarn for today, let me say a big thank you to everyone who has sent me a mail to wish Nii Friday and I well.  Awww, you have a way of making me feel loved.  That’s why I don’t take you for granted.  Naa Atswei is the one who’s been feeling a bit jealous. I try to make her not to feel attention-deprived.

Thing is, she feels like a mother to her brother.  I remember how she hugged my knees tightly when I got home from the clinic with her brother.  “Mama, baaaaybi, has come.  My baayyybi has come. We will play”.  I couldn’t blame her for claiming him her “baaaaybi”. 

Her father and I had told her incessantly about how the baby in my “stomach” was hers, how I would go to the hospital to baby removed by the doctor, etcetera.  And oooo, we had lots and lots of explanations to give her before and after delivery. 

I lift up my eyes to the shops, from whence shall I find a quality mop bucket to buy? Argh! Am I the only person who cannot find a good mop bucket to buy?

Who is in charge of imported sardines into the country?  I really would like to have a tete a tete with the person.  Something isn’t going right and I am just not happy about it.  

In those days when we had just two popular brands of sardines in the country, one was sure of how many fishes could be found in a can.

After a nice meal of fried octopus with hot pepper and Fante kenkey, Adoley actually run me through a “know thy teabags” course in her kitchen.  We had sat there to eat.

Two Novembers ago, my friend Akorfa lost her father.  All those who attended that funeral acknowledged the fact that Akorfa had honoured her father in his death.  And indeed she did!

The year 2014 is gone with all its good, bad and ugly issues.  Happy New Year!!! This year is our year!  All the arrears we have in respect of unaccomplished plans of 2014 will be accomplished. Our hopes are high. It shall be well with us.  2015, here we come!

I'm in a rush to consume my "soakings". But let me pause and wish you the best of the season. This wish is straight from my heart, okay?

Seven more days and Christmas will arrive at its destination.  To commemorate the occasion, everyone is buying; buying anything they can lay hands on. I am one of such shoppers – an initially perturbed one.  But no more.    

On Saturday, my short and fleshy friend, Portia, whom I hadn’t seen in a while passed by our home on her way from a wedding.  There was so much to laugh about.

Sometimes the romantic half of me takes over my emotions.  And I dare say that sometimes, I can really be overly passionate!  On the contrary, Obodai, until recently, wasn’t that dreamy.  Thanks to his temperament.

I had a little problem with my telecom service provider and therefore paid a visit to their customer care department to have the issue sorted.  Upon arrival at the reception, I was led to a cubicle which had three seats and a desk, to see an officer who was supposed to have answers to all my questions.