And then again i wonder?

Time: 6.25pm > 27th September 2012

Before I begin to do my thing, I really must apologize for the typos I make you endure all the time.I am cringing on your behalf already. I type real fast, my kokonsa thoughts hit me all at once, I always have soo much to say on paper. I promise to go through all and correct the mistakes. I promise to edit and proof read. At least I owe you that for taking time to read…..

Its Monday evening, I am home. Today I worked from Tema so I was cruising up and down the Motorway. How I wish I had a convertible. Hot pink with customised leather seats. Like I will drop the top... vroom myself in seconds. Hallelujah.... Kw333! ah ah my money should hurry up and come eh. I have been spying the new Mercedes convertible I think it is S something. Onyame di33 he knows paaa and he is allowing me to grow into my hard work and money. If He gave everything to me at once, like I will spoil portorr. But the Lord is sure good all the time.(Heheeehe)

And then again I wonder….apart from wondering in my usual kokonsa style if I should eat supper (yes I am aspiring to embark on a hopeless diet). Dieting is a terrible thing, it is an attack on the body i tell you. It is war. War on everything.... on the senses of taste, sight and smell. The body suddenly decides to make you aware of all the scents of food, all the tender spicy meats and all the fizzy drinks in the world. Right now i am losing the battle. Yep i can see some pork sauce, rice and peas fried in butter. oh mehn... Alas!! but heyyyyy i am not that fat. I have just moved from a size 10 to a size 12. As long as I am able to fill out my jeans, shorts and skirts...whoop whoop( sly grin)

Back to the topic....I really wonder when people who live their lives in public will start realizing that it is not healthy to air their dirty linen to the line. Seriously who wants to smell anybody's stinking pants...ewww right?!.  When will they realize that when we choose them as our leaders we are interested in how the country is moving forward and not who is not this person’s friend. Who cares? Well I don’t. Do you?

This week we are going to be welcomed into a realm of you say I say, he did she did, I beat you, did not beat you….wei nyinaa nsoso ye asem. What is wrong with you people?  Ah you listening to yourselves? Till the story changes Haruna Iddirisu is alleged to have organized  a woman to beat up a deputy minister in Charge of Women and Children Affairs. Talk about Irony.  (Holding my head)  I can already see the spin that will be put on this by the foreign media.  Women and Children Affairs. Right of women...blah blah! Honorable Haruna The Minister for communications is a very nice man.( No I am not talking in terms of how handsome he is. He is one of the nicest communicators of the Umbrellas who is not soo up in your face, yep the kind that doesn’t want to make you smash the television).

I remember him from his NUGS (National Union of Ghana Student) days, he was president of the union I think for 4 years and he was very good. One of the few young men who were bold enough to challenge the system.... heck what am I saying? challenge Prez Rawlings. The original who born dog. How he ended up with the Umbrellas? I have always wanted to ask but hey obiara ne ne taste. But seriously this allegation I do not want to believe it. My common sense cannot see him wanting to harm a woman. That is soo cruel. And she goes on to say John Jinapor (Prez Mahama’s aide also attacked her at some point) like seriously this is not cool! At all.  But meser3 meka...what is soo fascinating about theis woman that everybody seems to want to hit her? Is she a Zainab? This is embarrassing for me as a Ghanaian. This is not the kind of news i want to be waking up too.

Hmmmm what should the president do? What will the president do? This situation reminds me of President Palmer in the 24 hit television series.  There was this time, Jack Bauer did something that went against USA and President Palmer had to punish him , Jack told him pointblank …Sir you are a man, most of all my president, the President of the United States of America, what would you do? We will have to wait and see. But ah I do not envy President Mahama one bit. He is about to enter a world of egos. The world a leader always has to suffer. But he has to manage it. He is a communication man no? He knows the effect this has on himself, his bid to become president and the view of Ghana internationally.

A terrible attitude I have especially when i am in the midst of crawling traffic. I love to kokonsa stare at people driving home. The trotros, the taxis, the Kufuor buses, motorcycles, the bicycles, and the private cars. Kindly note I have not added the people standing waiting for transport because I cannot really see the expressions on their faces apart from the frustration in their body language at not getting vehicles to go home with. I focus on the cars whose passengers are basically men and women. I try and guess which ones are married. Out of five three of them couples that i assume are married have heavy looks on... like I can’t wait to get out of here. Long faces home. So I guess you are wondering where I am going with this. Well no where! I am not about to start talking about marriage. Me dzi me fie asem.  How annoying right…well that is me.

Right at this moment I am going to finish some reading i cannot postpone any longer and hop onto bed like no man’s business.

Have a good day should I say tomorrow or today..kinda confused. 

Later.

Love,

Me.

 

The weekend and I.....

Hi…

So you are happy the weekend is here, no work but errrr what do you do to occupy yourself? Now its like at least for me...i disturb for the weekend and before i realise i am upset and on my way to work. Yep Monday is already here. I am even tired of complaining about Mondays. There is no point now..(sigh). Or I do not plan well.....maybe maybe!

Where do you go on a typical Saturday in Ghana? Yes like seriously? I have gone to all the hotspots aka restaurants/ hotels/beach and I am tired/bored. Or is it that I have turned into an old lady? Tsoo i am only 27 or i do not get the nightlife anymore. I am not talking about going out every night like some people do but some cool hangout on Saturday to enjoy the weekend. It has become too someway. The food (well only a few of them guarantee you of good food all the time) drinks, ambiance, patrons of the places are all the same. Not that I am making the Ghanaian nightlife scene look boring but there has to some gingering up. People need to invest into new hangouts with a different spank/ attitude (I do not have ideas so please do not ask me what?), and while I am on this subject dont you think we need another conference center and another national theatre?. We need bigger sitting capacity, beautiful monumental structures, some crazy architectural design ; the works…and ohh stronger looking ones too.

People have money in this country. They should take the opportunity to invest in such structures. As I always say we know what we lack but we love run around the problem. Or we should wait for the Airport city to develop? Ok that too is not bad. Looking at the Citizen Kofi restaurant, The Marriot Hotel, Marina Mall et all.

Well moving along Patrick treated me to ice cream from one of my favorite joints in Osu. Nope I will not mention their name.  But mehnn that ice-cream is really something else, my favorite flavors are the straciatella and cookies (menum ye me d3 papa) proper homemade cream. He then drove us through town to get a bit of the night breeze. Oh my days…Accra is freaking dark. It is like we are worshipping the street lights. First it was… there are no street lights, now the street lights have been fixed too, the lights are not working. Ebei ooo. And what kills me in all of this, is the fact that it is a dominant feature on our major roads at least the ones in Accra. i.e. Tetteh Quarshie and the N1 Highway. Are we freaking serious? I think someone needs to alert Mr. Kwami Sefa Kayi (Radio Host for Peace Fm) about this one too. I remember when he blasted whichever authority on radio for not fixing the street lights on the Spintex road he got results. (Power of radio and media) Something has to be done, I mean come on.

Well finally got home and decided to scare myself silly. My movies of choice were Sleepy Hollow and Jeepers and Creepers.  I guess you will want to know what the movies are about?!.  I am lazy this minute….kindly goggle eh! But sometimes I wonder why we scare ourselves like that. You know the movie is scary but still you want to watch it. I made a critical mistake too ooo. As at 3.00 am deep into Jeepers Creepers, I remembered I had not looked the kitchen doors….simply put it was not easy. I hopped scotched my way through the entire process of  locking the doors, decided that the creature was hiding on the corridor about to zap me so I slept on the couch in the living room only for me to wake up with my neck stiff and sore…(not smiling). But it’s all good. I have learnt my lesson but err if there is a new horror movie recommend it wai I will still watch with my heart in my mouth..That is why Kwesi Broni invented deep heat to aid stiff necks…. (Heheeehe). Is Robb still on the Ghanaian market? I don’t remember the last time I saw any. It is made in Ghana right? That is some good stuff especially when you have a cold.

Monday is here, another week beckons.  We have to make the best of it. Keeping our head high and not allowing anyone to sit on your happiness. I always say there are over a billion people in this world why on earth will you allow one just one or worst case scenario three spoil your day????

Love

Me

The Elephant Calls

Sunday August 26, 2012 (11.38 am)

Nacy and Tina Asante singing softly in the background… (Amansan enb3 hw3 m3).

Yes I also listen to Gospel music (hahaaa). But I do not really like the ones that focus too much on suffering, pain, witchcraft, etc.  It is as if to serve God  these days or to know that He is powerful you must wallow in squalor and abject poverty. I believe the word of God is to inspire hope, faith and a sense of purpose in your life especially on this world. But then again that is me! What do i know?  But I  really love Nacy of  No Tribe his voice is amazing and his songs of worship are to die for.  Apart from the song playing in the background i love his Aseda tune.

Well this song definitely sets the mood for what I am writing. I do not know what to call it. A letter, a story, an upliftment piece…hahaaa but all I know is I have to put my thoughts down to encourage my friends and family of the Great New Patriotic Party on the platforms of Twitter and Facebook. Yes, great party with a strong and resounding motto: Development in Freedom.

As I said earlier this is not of those open letters that people write to seek attention and create controversy. I do not even have the energy to write those kinds of letters. It is just yours truly calling you to rally around what we believe in.  The Atiglini  is calling ( that is how the Ewes call the elephant :)Because if you are a son and daughter of the great party NPP, if you believe in the traditions laid down to us by our great Danquah, Busia and Dombo then it’s time to fall in line. It is time to step up and be counted. It is time to attempt to implement that audacity of hope our new team and leadership seek to implement. I call it the audacity of hope because Nana Addo simply inspires me to hope in Ghana once more. No No...I am not saying i was some morose girl before I saw Nana Addo, I am saying i see the leadership, hope and prosperity through his eyes. That is not to say Nana Addo is a saint, an angel or a prophet...infact I do not want him to be either. I want him in his human form to so he understands the plight and destiny of this nation.

Enough of the dramatic okyena mewu leadership. We have endured almost four years of an overwhelming leadership deficiency. Yes all sort of things have happened in this country, people doing and saying as they please…policy, critical leadership, drive, audacity and courage thrown to the marines! ENOUGH!!!  And frankly at the pace that which the world is moving and has moved, I am soo impatient with all the bootlicking answers and questions.

Our journey with Nana Addo Dankwa Akufo Addo started in 2008 election when he stood for election alongside 16 other members to vie for flag bearer which he won. He further led the party into election ,won the first round and later lost to Prof Mills (may be find everlasting peace) in a runoff. My focus starts from the first round which Nana Addo won. That is the sign that our candidate is worth selling, he is worth trying out again. And dont you forget that. In that election so many things worked against us but most importantly we took everything for granted…but for me it’s ok. Yes sometimes you need to fall and come back again. A part of the learning process called Life.

It is time again; it is time to rally around the NPP flag, the party and our leader because he needs us. He needs us to be very intelligent and articulate in our answers, He needs us to focus on issues that will bring development and understand them properly, He needs us not insult and instigates attacks, and He needs us to convince a person a day (yes!) on why the party is the best alternative for Ghana. He also needs us to tell the truth at all times, not to overpromise, not to bring his campaign into disrepute and above all believe in him.  Honestly if you do not believe in him then there is no point leaving your room to sell his vision. It will not be easy, you will be pushed to the wall, you will be asked all sorts of questions, teased, insulted, but at the end of the day you need to standout confidently. Keep in mind that Ghanaians are gradually getting tired of politics, the opportunistic tendency our leaders are not ashamed to flaunt and the tricks that come with it. Our actions and inactions must truly reflect our purpose. The purpose to move Ghana forward.

I wish all of us well. I wish Ghana well and I hope by the end of 7^th December the resounding vote is loud and clear that we will not waste our time on people who act like they have nothing to lose.  If they do not we do, yes we have everything to lose. The destiny of this nation is at stake. That being said let us have a peaceful mindset in all we do. Not everyone can afford to live outside this country

PS. As I did on my Twitter and Facebook accounts the other time, I will emphasis here and now that I not be paid a dime to do this.And because I haven’t been paid I am soo free to come and go as I please. Conscience free and full of purpose.  It is like falling in love and staying in love, you will do absolutely everything from your heart, make mistakes, move on but never let go especially when you appreciate what you have...winks

 

Have a good week everybody,

Love

Me.

Why judge....

Why do we judge?.

I just had an encounter a couple of hours ago. Initially as it was unfolding before my eyes i wanted to call out the waiter and a couple of people (no they dont qualify as guests) but i held it in instead and took pains to write him ie the waiter a short note before i left. The note simply stated STOP BEING A SHIT HEAD, HE IS NOT MY BOYFRIEND OR HUSBAND AND IF HE WAS WHAT IS IT TO YOU? NONSENSE.

Kindly forgive my language my wai but I was blind with fury infact i still am. But boy did i get intense satisfaction watching him read it...and squeezing his face. Who cares? But for a minute I thought he will follow us to the parking lot...Like i will have unleashed my dormaa ahenkro bloodline on him. How annoying. He was soo standoffish, acting like he didnt hear me, and frowning at my guest.

Now the story > I took a client to a business lunch at a reputable hotel (name witheld) in Accra. It has really pained me paa. ah.
 He is old and white. I am black, young with short hair.  I get it i am young and he is old. It was time for buffet. Next time i will just go to a chop bar. Oh my. Anyways back to the story, from the time we entered the hotel, through lunch to our departure it was awkward. Eiii pressure. I know you might think i was the one who was prejudiced but naaa my white client asked if there was a problem because people were staring at him.
 I do not even know how i answered that queston. I am in no way defending his sensibilities because he is white. He is human and i think every human does not want to be stared at like he has a tree growing on his nose.

hmm yes i get it that is the trend of some young women today...marrying/duping (depending on how you want to look at it) white old men but efa woho ben?. Is it your body that is sleeping with the man or woman? Are you the one who will eventually answer for the sins of that person? why do you judge? if the person wants to sleep Medusa efa woho ben? We should learn to stay in our lanes. We all have a unique purpose to fufill on this earth, if you havent fulfilled yours why are staring elsewhere. It is different if you want to tell the person but if you dont want to share your thoughts with the person then kindy hush it and quit staring whilst you are at it.

Anyways,we ate lunch, infact because of that i chewed my chicken bones well before I left. People will not focus on inflation but rather they are worried about what man a woman is sleeping with.

About to leave on my way home. It will take me an hour from Tema (that is the site office) to Legon (home) I will be playing some Destiny's Child tracks. Agya nipa nso so ye den. Thursday Anigye. anaa?

Talk to you later,

Love

Me.

Nana Addo, Kweku Baako Jnr and Felix Kwakye Fosu.

Then things some.....Nana Addo, Kweku Baako and Felix Kwakye Fosu.

Currently these are my three favorite people. Yes you heard right, sometimes i wonder how these three would interact if they were in a room together. hahaaa.

Well finally Nana Akufo Addo had his turn with the IEA with the expected results. It was worth the wait for me. I didnt cring too much during the question and answer sessions. His speech di333 dont try. Nana is really a show boy when it comes to speech delievery. Errrr when i say expected results, I am not neccessarily talking about his intelligence which is evident( heheheee the Umbrellas will kill me today...), I am talking about the responses from the Umbrellas and the Elephants. Allow me to clarify something. The Umbrella until Mrs Konadu Rawlings decides to take it, is the official symbol of the NDC and the Elephant until we get tired of it is the official symbol of the NPP.

The Elephants will disturb the airwaves with how brilliant his perfomance was whilst the Umbrellas will shake their heads and wonder what in the world we are happy about.It honestly makes political discourse a bit boring in this country. We do not contest ideas we rather focus on the personality to absurd proportions. But still Ghana just dey bi, especially now that we are some 105 days to december 7th( the general elections). This election is really special. But we will sail through, I anticipate a few hotspots here and there but escalating into outrageous violence. Naaaa

Haahaa Ok  there is no use denying it, i am Nana Addo Dankwa biased in an NPP Danquah Busia Dombo kind of way. I believe in Capitalism, an opportunity for everyone to own a business/ a piece of something, develop it and make his/ her little corner brighter. Well with the way the world is going we cannot have or practice true Capitalism anymore especially when the economic gap between rich and poor is very frightening hence social interventions by the state ie a bit Socialism. But all in all i believe people have the right to own something for somethemselves especially if that something is born out of hard work, sweat and sleepless nights. Yep! Or is not that simple :).
But i believe one day our discourse will be issued based in this country.
After all we must kiss frogs before we find the one true prince...No?!

How can I mention Nana Addo and not mention Kweku Baako Jnr. This man humbles me a whole lot. Seriously. How does he do it. How does he always have issues at the tip of his fingers. His memory is amazeballs.Where does he get his documents from. If you ever have the chance to see him on television he goes through papers that have gone yellow at the ends. Records of parliamentary procedings that cannot be found, Kweku Baako has them. Eiii. Sometimes when he speaks it is as if the whole Ghana is listening, hanging onto every word. What further humbles me is most of the things he knows he learnt on his own.

I first saw Kweku Baako when my mother and I joined students at the old N block on the University of Ghana Campus. It was surreal. Just weeks after his office/home had been splashed with human poo (till now nobody has been caught for that disgusting act). He came to address students and the atmosphere was charged. The students wouldnt even let him talk because they wanted to carry him. That it did not matter if you you were TEIN (NDC) or TESCON( NPP), everybody wanted a bit of him. And he begun to talk about his life, his lessons and the way forward...yes that was the year 2000. Ghana was tired of Papa Jay. Mehnnn i still get goosebumps thinking of that night. I wanted to know soo much about that man. I followed him religiously through his public discourse. But the beauty of my "relationship" with Kweku Baako is some days I can fight with his thoughts on issues. I remember this day on Newsfile they were talking about ROPAL (  a law that allows Ghanaians living abrad to vote) and I was soo upset with him....hilarious. But now I can see age catching up with him, he is old now. I always hope and pary that his documents are kept well and that his daughters emulate their father in every way. He is a brilliant person. No two ways and i was glad( infact still am) i donated my lunch money and soap toward his office clean up.

And Felix. hahahaa oh my days. Felix my one and only oil and gas expert. Meanhwhile this is oil and gas i hardly hear him say anything about it too ooo. hmm. Felix Kwakye Fosu belongs to the Umbrellas but he brightens my day anytime i hear him speak. It is not about what he has to say its the way he says it. Very hot patapaa. Whether right or wrong(which is mostly at least from where i stand hahhaaaa) if you allow him he will make you look very stupid. As for him, these days obiara enye obiara when people are running from the likes of Papa Jay and Martin Amidu, Felix has stretched his neck tintiiiiiintin looking for a fight. Ebei o! Infact these days if he is not a part of a panel discussion i tune off when it comes to the turn of the soo called government communication team. Felix is my diss machine. its like you know what he will say but you dont how he is going to say it. Ohh Felix if ever you read this lets have lunch sometime. And friends and  i really find you entertaining. Not in the Bob Okala kind of way tho. But i think its high time young people from different political divides stop the silliness and become friends. Is it not all about Ghana? Why do we behave like pin heads some times....so not necessary.

Well its Thursay already....doesnt the week fly so fast when there is a hoilday:) so when is the next one.

hahahhaaa

See you a bit later

Love

Me.

The Akata and Me

Tuesday in Accra Ghana,

Hello, How are you?


Another President dies (Ethiopia), another nation in shock and raw pain....yes I know how it feels especially when you didnt prepare for it. Still cannot believe the pain i went through with Prez Mills. I did not believe in his presidency but nothing prepared me for his demise. If nothing at all, I wanted him to exit power and not life on earth. Life and Death, phases we can never to begin to understand. A minute you live, the next minute you die. Crippling reality huh.
But as you read this take a minute and remember his wife Mrs. Ernestina Mills. Her bravery through extreme grief is something else. Well at least publically her composure is amazing, some of us konw how in her shoes we will be rolling all over the place.

Condolences to Ethiopia, Condolences to his family, condolences to Africa...it gets me thinking what are we doing to ourselves as a continent. Beautiful continent, wonderful history and treasure but we are struggling under the weight of poverty, conflict, famine what have you...No dont even think about it, we are not cursed!

As usual I selfishly pull my thoughts towards Ghana and ask what we can do as a nation to improve our lot. As for asking what the problem is? I do not bother to ask....it is loud and clear!! the plenty workshops and forums we have had is enough to last a lifetime. Especially in the area of asking what the problem is? We cannot pretend not to know (grin).

Well, I want to dedicate this post minus the death bit to young people who live outside. We need your help and expertise. We do. I am not talking about only those that serve as doctors, lawyers, bankers,nurses, architects i am talking about everyone. Yes even those who do the menial jobs sweeping, security jobs, construction helps, nannies, shop attendants, bar tenders etc We need you all to come home and bring all the sights and sounds you have experianced. This is the time to come home if nothing at all you have your piece of mind. Errrr let us go through some basics, just in case you decide to throw everything into a suitcase and jump ship..it is not that simple.

Ghana is a bit very slow on every thing ok who am i kidding very slow on errrrrthing. We who live here constantly wail and gnash our teeth.
Money, Education, Jobs, Healthcare, Service Delivery what have you?. So you just need to be patient. Not patient enough to slow down whatever you trying to do, but patient enough to understand that you will not get prompt responses (at least not on everything). So why am i encouraging you to come back? Why am i encouraging you to move out of your comfort zone? Because we need to grow this country. As for the politics of governments, ( not peculiar to this government) Policies and development it will take some time. Some of the policies we have are just time wasters.( That is a topic i will discuss thoroughly as we  approach the elections). We need to make this country look and operate like the one you live in. You agree that even our Kotoka Airport needs help. That is the only way. Young concious minded people implenting solid ideas. That is what sustainable development looks like.

Yes we have oil, you will expect massive jobs, infrastructure, the next Singapore, what have you...but we are not there yet. We are trying, we are finding our feet so if you are looking for the jobs with crazy renumeration errrr forget it either you know somebody up there or a job description fits you like a glove. Besides what is more satisfying than owning your own company? errrr you answer that!

So the next time you come to Ghana on holiday, just dont come and do the night life and go away...take a tour of the country and know it well. And Ghana is not Accra...Look for people you can work with, Look for ideas that can work here, decide on something, go back, plan properly,come back and start it. But mind you you have to psych your mind realistically so that you dont have falter when you get a hiccup.

 It is all about the mindset. My mother hold a Masters and is currently pursuing a PHD in Public Administration. She does not work in any brand name company. She bakes bread. Yes she bakes bread for Peki Secondary School and Peki Government College and some parts of Ho Municipality. She left Accra and the traffic to quiet Peki Dzake.When she started we thought( yes me included) that she was mad. Now the investment she made is our pride and joy But now she has being able to buy a mill for her township and other women have also ventured into baking. Her stories are incredible sometimes the people themselves resisted but today she is chilling.

Let us do Ghana right. Let us build her so when we say we are from Ghana, the r)sh go bi more.

See you soon,

Love

Me.

(Resigned look…………) 11 men chasing one ball...how? i mean how?

Ladies kindly close your mind wai. Let us find some books to read or better still some activity to us because Ababiom! Yep... EPL has started. EPL is madness it is not football…true. You see grown men dancing because of Manchester United, Manchester City or Chelsea, you see young men refusing to pick their cell phones and most of the time intentionally fighting with you before and during the match only to reconcile after. Please Patrick does not do that ooo before you get funny ideas. He patiently told me my stand as regards football. ( Smh) Wharris dat? Tell me if that is not madness!!! But why is every body trying to dey Van Persie’s top. Please I thought it’s about money and winning titles if where he is, he is making neither, is he not allowed to move? (Laughs) Or I do not understand these things. Anyways in my home, I have let go of the remote control. I know that my reign as Queen B has ended. Ohhhh thoughts I have had to break the remote control, disconnect the DSTV or even pray to ECG to do their worst (heheeehe) but I guess some things are really for men only.

But errrrrrrrr asem bisa ooo……Don’t we have a premier league in Ghana. What is wrong with our premier league apart from the abysmal turfs they play on?. Ohhhh I love the originality of the names on the teams but they are hilarious what is Berekum Chelsea, Aduana Stars, Wassaman United, Ash Gold, Kpando Heart of Lions etc… don’t mind me, I am just used to the brofolised names. I want to ask you yes you reading this especially if you reside in Ghana why don’t you go to the stadiums and watch the local matches? It is very sad to see how empty the stands are. You don’t have time or you do not want to be seen going to the stadium in support of Narnia FC? We must begin to fill our stadium that is the only way to make the local league look interesting. We should also turn our local players into heroes by wearing their jerseys or it is yawa to be seen wearing Don Bortey’s Jersey (mdfskkkk).Ah but if you do not wear it then who should come and wear it for you.

As for the Ghana Football Association…my big mouth does not want to go there yet. But it intrigues me that all the radio sports journalists say there is a mafia there whose actions and inactions do not support our game.  Mafia paa? Eiii and as for the sports journos especially the ones on radio?!  Mesuro po. There is this programme on Asempa Fm; the show is called Fire for Fire eiii the furno is not easy at all. Well I know I never really  understood all the brouhaha that surrounded sponsorships. Too murky! And what is with GFA and their seeming support for only the Black Stars. Seriously I love my black stars but come on they are very good in breaking hearts… (A flash of Asamoah Gyan yes oo my one and only).  Errrrrrrrr was it not recently that the Black Queens had to break camp because they did not have enough food in camp. Did they go back? And what were they training for? What about the Black Princesses? Where are they?

  Oh my we do have a problem with football don’t we? And to think we have not won a cup in over three decades ie the Black Stars….well we will make it @ 50 and do some crazy one week party?! Eno ensoso enye bad koraa wonhu saa. But I am happy that at least we get to have a Ghanaian coach( yippee) enough of the Milovan and Otto Pfisters, huge money meanwhile. As usual all I do is to ask questions that I wish I had answers too. Lets discuss this what do you think?

Errrrrrrrm ey3 asem besa oo but what is Liverpool FC and Arsenal FC trying to do? Don't you get a kick of how they still have supporters....hehhheeeheee

Ps. My ladies enye hw3 wai….we know where to get them (wink) mdfskkkk

Hi there,

Rainy Sunday blessings to you too… :)

Gimme a few minutes, let me take you back into time the year ....2005. The year I call my “Reach the Jaguar year”, the year I decided to start my own business.  I want to have a comfortable life, for my self, my family and especially my children.

Comfortable life does not necessarily mean filthy rich but just enough to wake up and drive to and fro in my grey Jaguar with the customized leather seats (dreamy look on). So dreams in hand I wrote my ideas on paper, had support to register it at the Registrar General’s department and I started moving round trying to sell my dream. Lawd, starting your own thing  in Ghana and have it succeed is crazy (people should be getting Nobel Peace Prizes for that- dramatic sigh). It is partly why I do not fancy motivational speakers who always ask you to reach within and become the next Bill Gates or Richard Branson. They know paaaa no one will help with the start up even if your proposal is solid. No bank or financier will mind you, well I do not blame them it’s their money and they get to decide what to do with it. But instead of charging a participant fee to motivate about things people already know can they for once set up some funds and support start ups. We are in the technological age no one will not look at Prince Kofi Amoabeng of UT and say I do not want to be like him, (rolling my eyes).

 Well I went through all the motions…broke down in tears, prayed and over prayed, run of cash for big contracts, borrowed from friends and family, debts, the works but it paid off mostly because at the corner of my eye when I decided to give up…I saw the Jaguar speeding past me. I got contracts, some worked well, others I made mistakes but I never looked back so when I see that fierce determination that kept me up all night through others I get extremely excited. And as i always do on my Facebook and Twitter pages, I celebrate them.

Today is Sunday the 19^th of August 2012 and I want to celebrate  Miss.Mabel Simpson. It has nothing to do with her being female empowerment. Mabel Simpson (I have never met you or heard your history but from what I see I think you are fantastic). I noticed her business through Facebook. She makes shoes (unisex), bags, purses, clothes, jewelry with local fabric. She is one of the pacesetters of that trend in Ghana. It is her not work that really made me notice her it is her determination to make her brand grow. She is always up to something, mentoring young people by sharing her experiences, partaking in various events to showcase her work and most of all always churning out unique variety of her products. I can only imagine what it has taken her to get to this point because gradually her brand Msimps is becoming a household name. I hope and pray that the quality that has drawn people to her will remain the same.  I am sure you will want to get in touch with her, I am sure you can find her here. http://msimpgh.blogspot.com , http://msimpsgh.com or on Facebook her name is Mabel Simpson.

Another thing lets support ourselves especially in the fashion area, I am really tired of seeing made in Korea, Nigeria, China, UAE, USA, UK etc. Yes you are right our finishing of products can be terrible but let us support the few good ones by rocking “our made in Ghana”.

And btw Color blocking was not introduced for women or girls to look like peacocks. I dont get why people mix abominable colors in the name of blocking. It is supposed to be fashionable. Use the internet, google the trend and stop making us blind in Ghana. Na Adzen?!

Have a blessed Sunday

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One Day Somebody Will Beat Me...

Just Sayin....


I think Accra Mall is a very annoying especially for the kind of traffic they are able to generate daily. Spintex Road fo) kose wai....

As usual we have outdone ourselves in the definition of what a mall should be. A mall by the standards of Kwesi Broni should be the last stop for all affordable items. Yes there can be outlets for expensive brands note I said brands but the mall should be the to go to place in your area. Yes I said it, Affordable items. Meanwhile you enter Birkenstock shop and a pair of slippers is 140 Ghc but i can get the same at Kant for 45 Ghc. Aden. Quality you say? Hw3 Kant if you know your way around and get a dealer you will get served. Ntem ara! My friend, ,my friend stop behaving like you do not know where Kant is...hoh. Next time i see you at Kant metwa wo picture. But seriously the price margins are a bit ridiculous.

You cannot enter any of the boutiques and buy anything from Jewelry to Handbags to Perfume....na adzen! Or I am talking too much. Dont tell me dollar, it has nothing to do with the dollar. It is the Ghanaian moment of trying to make 100% profit on everything. Those things they sell are not original, if they are original it will cost weyyyyy more than that. I have not mentioned any shop ooo but they have just gone to Dubai themselves and are trying to disturb us. Which kind of original? do they know how much an original Coach Bag costs?. Pls google and Kim Kadarshian enti now we are very much aware. Infact we have been emancipated.

And bless me, what is it with the dramatic dressing at the mall ?. Today being friday i shudder to think about the dress code. And why do they walk around holding a can of fanta or a bottle of mineral water. What is that all about. If they go and even watch a movie at SilverBird koraa menka sa bebree ah. Patrick decided to treat me to a movie( my first and last) at the mall, yes i was thinking at the crowd outside the cinemas would amount to the audience inside but alas! what a mistake. So was the long queue for the popcorn (ooh Silverbird has amazing sugar popcorn) ah!
And i really want to ask Silverbird a question when did showing a movie for a first time became a premier or I am kolo?. Yes the Batman movie I was hearing Premier! Premier! or Christian Bale, Ann Hathway entered this country and nobody told me about it. (innocent look) If Mz Frimpong- Manso brings her movie, cast and crew for first time viewing that is what you call a premier or now that definition has changed! Maybe now i do not understand these things anymore....

I really dont know because seriously apart from Shoprite, I wonder if any of the shops reach their sales target. Well the Food court area is not bad. There is decent food there but Barcelos why have they reduced their chicken. Kai! it looks like they used local dompe chicken. But their sauce is soo fab. But seriously we need another mall. We need one with sensibly priced shops with lots of variety.
As for this our mall di33 it is too suspect.

How can i forget YFm.....I cannot talk about them now. They are "celebrities" and should be treated as such.

Dont you agree

(Grin)

My BECE and matters arising....

Ete sen,

Se moye okay? Long day....is Monday a holiday? Eish they havent confirmed o. The way i want to doze Monday way away. The Interior Minister has no idea. Do remember your BECE, SSSCE, UNI days?

I wrote my BECE at the University Primary School in Legon. I got aggregate 10 and I didnt get to go to Wesley Girls High School (My first choice). I cried for days, was heartbroken thought the world was about to end because by the time my parents could console me from my dramatic end of the world moments all the space in Aburi Girls High School and Okuapeman was gone. Herrrrrr mesuuuu saahhhh ma my head grew bigger and it was left with just my toes. OMG! so why are you laughing...I know my head is big but trust me i thought the world had ended.

I ended up in Krobo Girls Senior High, I swore I wouldnt talk to my parents, GOD, my extended family hw3.  I was last killa and I was at war. Slim macho.But now i thank God it happens this way. Yes I was living a lie , complete lie. Sheltered for 15 years by the University of Ghana campus (i live there, that is all you should know) didnt know people lived outside Accra. It was really a good awakening for me. That began part of my shaping process and I have never looked back. I channeled my anger in learning and Drama n Debating club. But lets focus on the learning. If anyone knows my father he was a stickler for perfection and he wouldnt let you come to Legon on any concession. Ah! Yaw Boachie ha adwen ooo. Hahhaa till now he doesnt like anyone parking funny in his driveway. His scrowl is legendary.

Back to subject- I had to study like never before, the teachers, the books oh myyy it was tough. Extra curricular activities hahaa oh jogging, fetching water and carrying water on my head (aw my poor head) cutting grass for punishment and to keep a neat environment.hehee
Things I had to learn because we didnt have teachers for some of the subjects. It felt like if you had an A then you really deserved it. We used to get books and notes from other schools just to compare and constrast. Vacation classes oh...Nipa aye bio. I was blessed. It was not for naught. I entered the Unversity of Ghana. And then all my hopes and dreams of what i thought University Life was dwindled to zero. Oh Lawd! I remember how it took ages just to register (that has been rectified with online registration), water issues, perching( that has been rectified), lousy over priced campus food (y'all know i dont joke with my food), small lecture rooms with plenty students, wondering if your exams get marked and if they do how on earth did you get that grade.
 hahhaaaha but Legon is still the ish. KNUST Alum and  students reading this.... there I said it. UG of Ghana, Premier University no size. We are simply the ISH.


Here comes the McCoy...this post was inspired by a link on Komla Dumor's( dont you get proud watching him on BBC).
It was about International Qualifications of the University of Oxford.  A list of countries and when it came to Ghana's turn...

West African Senior School Certificate Examination would not be sufficient for candidates to make a competitive application.

I shared this on my facebook  a couple of hours ago and i have got a diverse views. Very brilliant points raised by my friends there. But as usual it will be an exciting discussion with no way forward. I am crushed however that people cant use WASSCE to enter Oxford. I am not  talking about me. I am talking about brilliant students you encounter in school whose level of thinking is way out there. You know what I am talking about dont you?....some shabre like that in school always thinking above and beyond the basics. Hmmm this educational system of ours nsem no dorsoo papa. Because even thinking about it how many of us where prepared for University for courses like Philosophy when the order of our learning was chew and pour. This you cant chew, what you are reading you do not understand enough to pour. I really used to pity those who were in Adwoa Cambo's class. They always came back from lectures with some weird futuristic look. hahahaa.

Another ailment our educational system. Changing the scheme left right center. No plan. Is it 4 years, 3 years, 0 Levels, A levels who knows what it is now. I have lost track of what is it we are trying to do now. Always organising national and regional workshops on education meanwhile we know what the problem is. Easy go easy come as long as those at the helm of affairs can afford to send their kids outside it remains the same gimmick. The gimmick for political power. (dramatic sigh) So what do we do? these days that is all i keep asking..... Those Obroni in Lenden and America edi3n nkoa na )mo nim. Yaben sen )mo we just need that platform. but how will we do this?.........ei i am asking another question ooo.

Btw did I tell you I was Entertainment Prefect in School? Did I tell you i used to dance on stage, was head of debating team...heheheheee trust me the pictures are quite scandalous. I was skinny, all bones. ( that story is for another day).

Yebe kasa wai.

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NaaBia's Space: My Love For Politics Is Just What It Is.....Politi...

NaaBia's Space: My Love For Politics Is Just What It Is.....Politi...: When i decided to begin actual blogging i just had to start with politics. (its a no brainer right). One of my favorite things in the world...

My Love For Politics Is Just What It Is.....Politics

When i decided to begin actual blogging i just had to start with politics. (its a no brainer right).
One of my favorite things in the world is Politics. I am sure you will get to see that as you get to know me better.  Adi33 no wo me mogya mu, metwi koraa entwi... But errrrr let me just state it here and now that I am in no way aiming for main stream politics. It is not a bad thing if someone wants to but for me naaaaaa.....my mouth is too kokonsa.
It can just be equated to my love for chocolate. thick and yummy. My love for politics goes way back as far as Junior High in University Primary School Legon. It begin with my fascination with Jerry John Rawlings yep the Papa himself. Ohhh I used to love 6th March. I am sure most of you remember how he was always decked out in solid white military uniform( my fav) or the black one. I thought that was all there was to it. I grew and obviously that mentality changed. I realised it was a fierce contest of ideas, money, fame and power. I also realised that it was also about people, it was about the destiny of a nation, the future of NaaBia as a child and NaaBia the adult. But one thing struck me, we were all doing politics here in Ghana, bigger scope Africa and we were poor not just poor but freaking poor. Ah but how? the Western world did the same politics and they were developed! And we were here jubilating about emancipation (yawnnnnnnn)

Then I started asking questions, I listened to the news both foreign and locals, I listened to my parents and whoever was above 50, I read books, journals, newspapers, and everything that could explain the difference between our politics and theirs. Nothing!!!
Before long i realised it was just our mindset. Arguably I concluded that we have the mindset of grandeur but our methods are steeped in untruths, cutting corners, corruption and (my headache for my country and continent) laziness.
 What is the remedy for Ghana? That is a tough one...Will we get there? Oh boy another tough one? We will have to see wont we. But I encourage all of us to get involved. Whether it is mainstream or on the sidelines like me :) because the apathy has to stop. We have absolutely no excuse to be apathetic.
 We have to start asking intelligent questions, we have to start critiquing the kind of people who enter parliament as our reps. and eventutually who we choose as President. (that parliament we have is not any august house). We must take interest in what out taxes are used for. We must. If we stop being lazy, grow up and get tough, some people would not dare walk into our Ministry without a contract and make away with huge sums in the name of judgement debts....it is a tough ooo hmm.

And for my girlfriends....this is not about women empowerment or Beijing. It is  simply about making Ghana a better nation. Let everything that goes on around you interest you. Trust me it is way more fabulous to be intelligent... ampa ooo, monma moani enbr3 wai. Na Ghana ye yen dea.

This years election will be something else....No?! errrr i know who you should vote for...(see me in chambers)


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Hi Everybody,

My name is Amma NaaBia Boachie- Danquah. And errrrr I am nervous. Very nervous. I finally have a Blog (covering my eyes) and frankly do not know what to do with it. haha. Well the blog idea came about because of my amazing friends on facebook. I usually update my everyday ideas and thoughts up there and kaboom I get hits. At first I thought it was all for nothing but I realised people actually enjoyed what i put up there.  It is so humbling that people actually subscribe to my posts. Still trying to wrap my head around that one. :)......

 There was this time i walked in one of my fav' nail studios in Osu and before i knew it two ladies started telling how i made their day with my posts. So so hilarious. But seriously my father is the cracker, you should watch tv with him. I learnt all the tricks from him. 60 plus years he actually warms up yes jogging and all before a Black Stars match. One time he actually danced agbaza because Asamoah Gyan scored.......haha

But really I am just an everyday girl or is it woman, I am 27 year old Ghanaian born in October,a bit of Dormaa blood and a bit of Peki blood. I am blessed with an amazing 4 year old boy Kwadwo and an amazing soul mate Patrick. My name NaaBia is Ga- I was named after my God mother. Prof Miranda NaaBia Greenstreet. ( she is my own Queen Elizabeth, I will share some interesting pieces about her soon).

As i start this blog, I really do not know what to expect.... i am just going to be myself, take you through the journey of my life as i see it through religion, music, food, books, work, fashion, celebrity(cough), politics and best of all as life as a young working mother and soon to be wife.
I will like to thank my good friend Ofori Danso for making that call Ofori i owe you one, to Patrick my heart beat for understanding all my craziness on facebook and all the friends online (you are now my fam) who have taken the time to read my posts, laugh, cry, get angry, draw my attention to the implications of my posts, insulted, debated, taken me out of context, sent inbox messages. I have met amazing people there Andy, Nuerki, Akua Seiwaa, Dorcas, Bright, Ace, ....if i dont mention your name forgive me ooo wai. But i really appreciate you all...Abena, Stephanie, Philip i see you!

Well lets this started then.....wish me luck!


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