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Laugh Out How?

if i was a comedian, you shouldnt pay to see me, i mean….flee in the opposite direction when i beg you to hear a joke i just made. caution here people!

so now that we have it out of the way, do you want to hear something, i think its funny BUT I’M NOT SAYING ITS A JOKE….just so we’re clear.

you know what, just forget it.

Swimming for Swimmers

hardly do i ever sit back, in a usual leisure on any given day, to think about how wonderful it would be to know how to swim. yes, you guessed it, i dont know how to swim. but i do know how to drown, so i’m not totally ignorant on doing something worth watching when in water.

i just caught a short swimming competition broadcasting on tv. its one of the olympic games. what made me move ass to pc to write, was that at the end of the competition, a chinese swimmer had won. who here is a little shocked to find an asian swimmer emerge winner among pros, obviously, from America to Australia? ME ME ME. and then i passed a comment, they shouldnt throw any medal at him till he goes one-on-one with any swimmer from the Korle beach. yeah, those boys who cast themselves into the sea like a devil being driven out of a host, and splash their strong arms against tide and waves; we should have a show-down between that chinese man and any ga boy. am i out of my mind?


i need water…to drink, not drown in.

Olympics Olympics. Where art thou?

the real question i should be asking is, where was i during the opening ceremony of the olympics? am i in court and sworn to tell the truth-the whole truth-and nothing but the truth? then i was nowhere near the TV. who thinks its sad? yea. i do.

darting from one brick to another, miles inbetween, enclosed in a dark environ, nothing to talk about. the lights were off, a popular phrase quickly understood by all in Ghana to mean, there was no electricity. and i dont have myself to blame or thank for that.



Saturday Sunshine

believe it or not. but better believe cus the world wont be the same if you’re open to the plethora of things that can happen.

waakye hunting in the morning for one who’s someone’s. only two can understand this. coded language looses a lot of essence when published in the opening for people to read and not understand by default, unless by accident.

ooo…what will this blog do to me apart from turning my thoughts into readable stuffs. saturday sunshine may not be for all. but i publish for all.


“Remember that there ar…

“Remember that there are two kinds of beauty: one of the soul and the other of the body. That of the soul displays its radiance in intelligence, in chastity, in good conduct, in generosity, and in good breeding, and all these qualities may exist in an ugly man. And when we focus our attention upon that beauty, not upon the physical, love generally arises with great violence and intensity. I am well aware that I am not handsome, but I also know that I am not deformed, and it is enough for a man of worth not to be a monster for him to be dearly loved, provided he has those spiritual endowments I have spoken of.”

― Don Quixote Part 1 Of 2

and it worked. now this is starting to get addictive. i’ve had a blog for years but never posted anything more than 3 in all its life span, til now.


and it worked. now this is starting to get addictive. i’ve had a blog for years but never posted anything more than 3 in all its life span, til now.

Friday flu-day

should have seen it coming. yesterday i was sneezing more than unusual, not to mean there ever should be a time when sneezing on any given day without an obvious external cause should be usual. but now its full blown and making my friday a liquid one. the handkerchiefs are the ones i pity more than myself. beautiful handkys all getting wet.