STREAM IN HER EYES

Watching him drive off,
the stream in her eyes flow freely on her cheeks.
She returns where she had fleeting feelings of joy on borrowed time -her bed.
His bed is for another.
As always, she swims in her tears waiting to hear me whisper in her head
You deserve better!
Today, she shocks us both by announcing through runny nose and thunderous sobs
This was the last time. I do deserve better!


I'm proud of you girl!!

... LIKE A BELL

i love you ...
resoundingly, it rings
like a bell,
like a hum in the shower
like a favourite song on replay
like rain hitting the roof top
like a hymn on a chilly sunday morning
like a cock's crow just when the sun takes a peep through the darkness
tantalizingly louder everytime i close my eyes

HIS WORDS

I sit, marvelled.
It's strange how every sentence sinks into my veins ...
He pours out his heart in his words and my heart laps it all up
I'm smitten ... I'm in love ...
It can't be with the man - I dont know him
... only his words! 

DAMN RACISTS!!!

Two blacks in sight in a boarding queue at a German airport in Frankfurt.
The gentleman is asked to wait while a call is placed. He waits while the other black, yours truly, gets her turn.
My bags go through the scanner. I am "bodily" searched. One gentleman comes in to usurp the powers of the gentleman searching everybody else's to give me the exclusive treat of searching my hand bag himself.
He empties the versace's (fake i'm sure) content, packs it up again and calls his colleague to run it through the scanner again.
Meanwhile, my fellow blackie is throwing his hands about as he is now confronted by the lady who placed "the call" and a man -her supervisor, I suspect.
My bag "arrives" from the scanner a second time and is physically or is it manually searched again. Of course, something is confiscated -my hand cream (special for its sentimental value I must add).
At least they're done with me. My country man or continent man is still gesticulating.
As I walk away with a frown, on my way to board my transit flight, I'm thinking ... damn racists! or am I the racist for thinking someone is a racist for doing his job???

1.8 BILLION! WOW!!

Slouched lazily in a chair about 3 meters from a tv set on a Saturday morning, my senses are arrested by GHanaians at their dramatic best in a local movie.
Someone's hospital bill is GHS 2000.00. I tilt my head to the left ... well, plausible - who knows what ails her?
Then a woman frantically ransacks her boyfriend's bedroom and pulls out a cheque from a closet ... "1.8 billion! wow!" she screams and tears out the signed cheque from the cheque book.
I tilt my head to the left, then right, then left again but still ... 1.8 billion? Who writes out a cheque, signs it and leaves it lying around? and for 1.8 billon?? who has that kind of money???
Is it me or do local movies quote money as though they were banks moving money to vault?
1.8 billion??? Wow!!!
Believable stories, please!!!

MY STYLISH PRESIDENT

... the journalist in suit approaches the microphone. Unlike most of his colleagues, he has just one question. It is about speculations that the president intends to "remove" the Chief Justice. After a curt "thank you", he backs away from the microphone and turns to take his seat.
Mr. President calls him back. Mr. President covers the distance between himself and the journalist in characteristic "slow but sure" strides. He takes off his glasses, moves in closer on the man and instructs him to look at him in the eye. "listen to the sound of my voice" he adds.
Then he says ... "do I look like a cut hunter?"
He casually strides back to his position at the front of the auditorium as the room full of media practitioners helplessly applaud him.
President John Evans Atta Mills is not President Barrack Obama but he sure has style!