Wednesday, October 07, 2015

Like A Child

Lately, I spend a lot of time with my 5 year old niece and 2 year old nephew, and I must say, kids are just amazing.

No, I do not want to spend all of my 24 hours in a day with them, regardless of how amazing they are. 1 or 2 hours would be just fine.

Of course kids do say the darnedest things, but that's not what I'm talking about.
Kids can be annoying.
No, kids naturally are annoying and these kids have a way of working my last nerve, so I scream at them, I ignore them, I do everything to get them out of my way including telling them to get lost.
Sometimes, I scream at them so much that I'm sure they'd never speak to me ever again. But guess what? The next minute they are all like "Aunty Dentaa, Aunty Dentaa", like nothing ever happened. They are able to let go. And I don't get it. It's as if they understand I screamed at them just because of that moment, because of what they were doing then, and they understand that it doesn't mean I don't love them.

Wouldn't the world be so much more refreshing if we could all take a scolding like a child, if we could all see this world like a child, if we could all just chill like a child? My 5 year old niece, she's already growing up too fast and sometimes she wants to act like, "Aunty Dentaa screams too much, so let me stay away from her", but even she can't keep that up. As for the 2 year old, sometimes I feel like going like, "why are you still talking to me, why are you still hanging around me? I just screamed at you, remember?"

Is it a wonder then that Jesus said in Matthew 19:14 - "let the children come to me and do not stop them, because the Kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these", and in Matthew 18:3-4 - "I assure you that unless you change and become like children, you will never enter the Kingdom of heaven. The greatest in the Kingdom of heaven is the one who humbles himself and becomes like this child."

Children do not know how to bear grudges. We were all once children. So why do we grow up and become like this?
Let's just all chill and take things in a childlike way.
Mind you, I said childlike, not childish. There's a huge difference.

P.S. I patiently await the backlash from my big brother and wife, my mum and grandma, about the screaming, but please, please, please, remember I said I love them :D

Friday, October 02, 2015

The Good, The Bad or The Truth! Celebrity Stories!

Which celebrity story sells?
A good story?
A bad story?
A true story?

Celebrity stories increasingly tend to focus more on the bad, than on the good or true.
The reason?
People just like bad stories?
People just like to write bad stories?
Bad stories sell?

Question is, how are these stories obtained anyways?
I bet half the stories out there about celebs weren't obtained by actually interviewing or observing these celebs, and they were most likely gleaned from interviews done by others, twisted, turned around, until they sound nothing like the truth, and then published.

Why am I on about this?
Well, last week, I am there, I am right there when Ghana Gist interviews Juliet Ibrahim. Juliet talks about 5 things people don't know about her, Ghana Gist publishes a story with a video. Now, I am reading other stories online that are a complete misrepresentation of what she said, and I just don't get it. For one thing, these writers were not there, and they must have watched a different video featuring someone else (that's if they even watched the video at all).
For heaven's sake, THERE'S A VIDEO WITH JULIET IBRAHIM TALKING! WATCH THE VIDEO! If I hadn't been there, me too, I would be believing all these stories?

Eish! It is not easy being a celebrity at all!
Still, I maintain, celebrities really are human! Before you go writing a whole lot of hogwash about them, keep that in mind.

Wednesday, September 30, 2015

Third Time's a Charm! SA Really is a Beautiful Place!

2013, I could easily have said SA just might be a one trick pony.
2014, I could easily have said SA just got lucky and impressed me a second time.
2015, there's just nothing more to say than what it is, AMAZING!
SA is a BEAUTIFUL place.

My third time, but boy was it loaded with firsts.

My first time being in a hot air balloon,

That's me, the courageous one :D

My first time seeing and touching an elephant and, the king of the jungle (lion)
I am not scared, I am not scared, it's only a lion, why should I be scared?

My first time at a jazz festival (Standard Bank Joy of Jazz 2015)

My first time in any space Nelson Mandela has ever occupied (Mandela House - 8115 Vilakazi St, Orlando West, Johannesburg)
Great man, and I stand where he once lived (humbled, I am)

My first time in a mine and on the scariest ride ever (Tower of Terror! and how I cried for my mamma!)
I honestly felt I would step out of the ride and not find my insides still inside me

My first time at a movie awards (Africa Movie Academy Awards - AMAA 2015)
Hanging with the stars (makes me a star too, by association)

My first boat ride
Oh how I have stories to tell  about this ride (I'll save that for another post)

After visiting 3 out of 9 Provinces in South Africa, I am convinced. SA is the place to be!
What else can I say?
Straight Outta South Africa!

Who's up for trip number 4 in 2016 with me?

Thank you South Africa Tourism and Joy 99.7 FM for my best week ever, wining, dining and hanging out with the stars, and an amazing group of people, in a remarkably remarkable country! I felt like Queen Dentaa (Belinda)!

Again, I say, SA is the place to be!

Tuesday, September 29, 2015

Celebrities Really Are Human!

After spending one week with,
Lexis Bill
FNB Stadium - Soccer City, Johannesburg

Juliet Ibrahim
Boardwalk Hotel, Port Elizabeth

OC Ukeje

AMAA 2015, Boardwalk Hotel, Port Elizabeth

in South Africa, that's the conclusion I came to.
No, I didn't cut any of them with a knife (fortunately), but I'm sure if I had, it would have been blood that would have flowed, same kind and colour that flows out of me anytime I get a cut.

When I say I spent one week with them, I mean I lived with them for a whole week. It wasn't about doing a couple of photo shoots, which they are well preped for, or doing a couple of celeb appearances, which are very well controlled, no. It was about me seeing them happy, sad, excited, bored, reassured, scared, brave, cowardly (chicken), and if I just loved them from a distance as celebrities, now, I am in love with them as humans.

Honestly, as a rule, I dislike all celebrities. I feel they are all obnoxious, standoffish, unapproachable and full of themselves. Thing is, I never knew any celebrity personally, but this was the opinion I had formed of all of them. Right now, I have been proven wrong, and I bet so would you, yeah, I know I am not the only one with this opinion.

No, you may not have the opportunity to spend a week with any celebrity, or be at the Standard Bank Joy of Jazz with celebrities, or be at the Africa Movie Academy Awards with a celeb or two, but till then, how about you stay away from generalisations and prejudices? How about you keep an open mind until you get to know any of them? How about you judge based on your experiences and not based on the claimed experiences of others?

Me, thanks to South Africa Tourism, and Joy FM, my opinion has changed, and I look forward to meeting countless other celebrities.
As a matter of fact, not only are they human, but they are way too cool!

Friday, September 04, 2015

Adventures in a Foreign Land - Ice Skating

Yes, this one too!
How could I be in such a cold climate and not try it at least once?
Besides, at the time, I was watching the Winter Olympics and it was so fascinating watching people glide, twist, twirl, look so graceful on blades and ice. Ice that made me fall when I walked on it.

I loved where I worked. My work colleagues were amazingly amazing and my boss was just the ish! She throws a staff party for us in her home during the Christmas season and then she takes us all ice skating. Yes, finally, I also get to glide, twist, twirl and look so graceful... (or so I thought) until I saw what I would be gliding on.

How does anyone even stand on these, much more glide and twirl in them?
But me, no, no giving up. I was going to look graceful.
A few times, I managed to stand, by myself. But, just stand. No walking, and definitely no gliding. Nope, no skating.

I'm sure I fell right after taking this picture. 
But most of the time, this happened, and happened, and happened again.

And then I stood up, dusted myself up and improvised.

Like this, boy did I skate. Loved it! (thanks Allen for the support and for the idea *wink*)
Bottom line, I had fun! We all had mad fun!

Miss you guys!
Moral: you fall, you rise, you improvise, adapt and move on...
Moral: we all need each other.
See how I was assisted by Allen in his wheelchair? Who'd have thought that'd be the way it'd be? It usually is supposed to be the other way round.

Monday, August 31, 2015

Thou Shall Not Judge!

Sunday, I am sitting in church, and that is exactly what I do *bowing my head in shame* :(

A gentleman wearing a very crumpled shirt, carrying a polythene bag fully packed with what looked like clothing (I was curious so I stretched my neck to look) was ushered to sit on the same pew as me yesterday in church. I wasn't so curious about the crumpled shirt (stopped judging based on that since dumsor started), but I really was wondering about the bag he carried. I honestly saw what looked like a towel on top and clothing on the side, and what I so didn't get was, he left the bag a few feet away from himself by one of the pillars in the church (curious, very curious).

I have this thing where when I see someone, I don't know them, something about them piques my interest, and then I try to figure out what their story is, usually not by doing the obvious, asking them, but making one up for them (turns out to be more interesting).

Not only did this gentleman have me interested in the fact that he was carrying a polythene bag with what appeared to me, to be all his earthly possessions, which he had placed a few feet away from where he sat, but he slept throughout the service. Most people would just doze off during the sermon, but he slept, not dozed, slept through it all.

Initially, I concluded he was homeless and just needed a place to rest his tired, and most likely arching body. This conclusion meant I felt sorry for him. But then it didn't quite add up because his clothes (what he had on), though very crumpled, were very clean.
My second conclusion: his behaviour was way too suspicious.

I decided to go with my second conclusion, so I built up on it. Now this gentleman walks in at the start of the service. He recites just about everything we are reciting without reading from the large screens in the church, meaning he is familiar with Anglicanism. He had a polythene bag with what seemed to be all his earthly possessions in it, which he placed a few feet away from him, and slept all through the service. I decide there has to be something else in this bag aside the towel and clothing I saw at the top. I am now looking around the church, focusing more on the courtyard. What am I looking for? His handler.

Yes, I had finally concluded he was a suicide bomber. Can you blame me? With all this talk about Ghanaians being recruited into a terrorist cell, can I be blamed for going there with my imagination? So now I'm adding things up. The device must be buried somewhere in the polythene bag, he wasn't too interested in the service hence he sleeping through it all (probably taking his last nap), but what didn't quite add up was the fact that he seemed to know too much about Anglicanism (did I care, no, besides he might have taken time to study us and our ways so he could fit in). Did I already add that he had a New Testament Bible with him? Well, he did.

And then, I finally, finally concluded (I did have a final final one). He's just a bomber, not a suicide bomber.
I got up when it was time for communion, gentleman was still asleep. I went to the front of the church to receive communion, got back to my pew and gentleman had disappeared. His polythene bag was still where he'd left it, so was his Bible. I could feel hysteria building up inside of me. My mom was seated at the very front of the church. I had to get her out of there. My niece and nephew were in the next building in Sunday school. Since I wasn't sure what the blast radius was, I had to get them out of there too. My friend was seated next to me. My grandma's friend was seated behind my mom. No, I had to get up to the front of the church and just tell everyone. What about my car? Again, blast radius. No, I couldn't be thinking about earthly possessions at this point in time. Human life trumps all earthly possessions. And then I remembered I hadn't prayed. I'd received communion and was too busy getting myself scared to pray. So, I decide. I'm praying, if gentleman is not back after, I'm heading to the front of the church to try to get everyone out before the bomb goes off, and hopefully there wouldn't be a stampede.

I'm done praying and gentleman is back. Turns out, he went to receive communion too (he must have woke up right after I got up). I breathe a sigh of relief (why didn't I even look to the front of the church where I'd have spotted him instead of getting myself to this point), but I'm back to conclusion 2. He could still be a suicide bomber. That conclusion went out the door when the priest asked if there were any first timers worshiping with us, and gentleman stands up, introduces himself, says he's an Anglican who used to worship at a different church and had just been released from prison the previous day. He'd come to his family in the area and had decided to worship with us yesterday.

Ex-con definitely beats suicide bomber. I felt so bad that, after service, I say goodbye to him and tell him I hope to see him next week in church. He must have been sleeping so much because he hasn't had a good night's sleep in ages.
He is after all a freshly free man.

(how I know about handlers and blast radii or radiuses, well, we can only blame Jack Bauer and 24).

I still have questions for him though, like, why was he imprisoned? How long had he been in prison? Why does he walk around with a polythene bag with what seems to be all his possessions in it if he has a family around?


Monday, August 24, 2015

Bananas and Groundnuts!

Airtel Presents:
Roverman Productions in partnership with Joy FM & National Theatre
"Bananas & Groundnuts"

An original play by Uncle Ebo Whyte.

Yesterday, Ade the intelligent lawyer, won a huge case at work.
Tomorrow, Ade the courageous, will have to face death.
But today, it's the birthday of Ade, the beautiful.

After being pampered with an English breakfast and an iphone 6, Ade is definitely looking forward to more. But as she steps out to a lunch, which promises to be that more she looks forward to, she is kidnapped. And all her plans change.
Could the change be what she wants?

Banana's & Groundnuts is a hilarious, rib cracking classic from Roverman Productions.

Want to know what that change is all about? Make a date!
Venue: National Theatre
Date: 28th, 29th & 30th August, 5th & 6th September, 2015
Time: 1st show 4pm, 2nd show 8pm
Rate: GH¢60.00

Tickets are available at all Airtel Shops; Shell Shops at Community 11, Achimota, Sakaman, Dansoman, Mallam & East Legon; Joy FM; Motorway Supermarket; Baatsona & Haatso Total; 37 Goil; Frankies, Osu and Jane-Anne Supermarket.

Alternatively, tickets can be paid for via Airtel Money* at a 10% discount.
1. In the Airtel Money Menu, select MAKE PAYMENTS
2. Select PAY BILL
3. Select OTHER
5. Enter Amount i.e., GH¢54.00 for one ticket
6. Enter your name as reference number (eg. Efua Dentaa)
7. Confirm payment details with your Airtel Money PIN
8. Present the confirmation text that will be sent to you at the gate for entry

*A charge of GH¢0.50 applies