Friday, May 30, 2014

The Day I Haven't Exactly Forgotten About III

The Day I Haven't Exactly Forgotten About
The Day I Haven't Exactly Forgotten About II
... nothing! There was nothing in that hand bag worth losing my life over, but I had clung to it like there was a gold mine in there. Contents of hand bag:
1. a mobile phone that needed to be held together by 2 rubber bands
2. another mobile phone (fairly new) that at the time cost not more than GH¢150.00=$50.00*
3. 2 notepads and a couple of pens
4. my daily prayer book
5. cash worth GH¢10.00 = $3.33*
*I should add that at that time, GH¢1.00 was equivalent to $1.00, so the cost in $ were relatively higher

For me it wasn't about a gold mine in the bag (I wish), it was more of me feeling the bag was mine and the guy had no right to snatch it (me feeling violated), that I'd say informed my not so smart decision to hold on to it.

My mummy opens the gate and is going all like what happened etc. etc., but before I could say anything, the old ladies in my hood were right behind me and they just jumped in and told my mum my story, while I stood by and didn't get the opportunity to get a word in edgewise. Of course they got most of the story wrong, but before I could say anything, they had managed to somehow convince my mum to forget about me, leave me behind, and head to the scene.

I went inside my house first to find some slippers (totally proves I wasn't crazy) and then I headed up the road to the scene. It was my story. No way was I going to let a bunch of nice old ladies mess it up.

I get to the junction and a bunch of guys from my hood were smashing the wind shield (front & back) of the car. One guy was trying to stop them, but that didn't work until he explained that the car might also be stolen.

Now, there's a whole crowd (that's those not involved in the hunt) around, and me, the star (I so wish) had arrived and people were still telling their own versions of my story.

According to the bread and egg seller, she saw the car follow me from the first street onto hers and then onto my street. Did she do anything about it? No. So I wasn't particularly interested. According to this guy who was sitting in front of his gate a few metres away from where everything happened, he saw me get onto my street, he saw the car pull up next to me and then he saw the struggle, and then he got up and walked into his house. Yes, I remember seeing him and I remember when I first started screaming thief it was for his benefit (cos he was the only one I could see on my street), but when he got up, that's when I switched to shouting out thief in local languages.

Why did he get up and leave? He thought I knew the guy and we were having a lovers tiff and he didn't want to get involved. I almost screamed out, "like seriously!", but before I did, my mummy said I needed to go get myself checked out in a hospital (most reasonable thing I had heard all evening). Just then my brother drives onto my street, my mum brings him up to speed on the night's happenings, and tells him to take me first to the police station and then to the hospital.

We get to the police station, make a verbal report and I'm handed a hospital form and asked to go get myself checked, and make sure the attending doctor fills out the form. Just before my brother and I head on out of the station, one of the officers approaches us and says he needs to get to my hood since the robber is still at large, and secure the car as well.

He needed a ride from my brother since there was no car at the station. Like seriously...

Tuesday, May 27, 2014

Adventures in a Foreign Land - Girl on a Mission, Disapproving Adult!

I'm in a restaurant and this girl keeps walking up and down, seemingly with an aim. She stops at almost all the tables with men seated on them, whips out her phone, talks to the guys, they say something, she punches something in on her phone, and then moves on. I really couldn't see what she was doing, but I just guessed she was taking phone numbers. I honestly wanted her to stop at my table (there were 4 guys on it), but she didn't. I hope it had nothing to do with the not too nasty (at least I hope it wasn't) look I kept giving her. In my head, I knew what was going on, in my other head, I wanted to find out if she was starting a men only monastery.

So let me describe the girl a bit. Her hair was cut real short and had been dyed blond. Her dress was short, but not too short. It just looked really short from behind cos some part of her lifted the dress up thus making it look real short. Now, I would talk about her behind, but I won't. Cos for me, as a very straight female, it caught my attention, but I had come to realise that behinds like that on girls/women in that part of the world was nothing out of the ordinary. The very weird thing about her though was she had this way of walking that (I wish I could describe it) made her behind appear more endowed than it already was.

Me, my disapproving thoughts in my head with my nasty look on my face, then an older lady next to me comments, "I don't know how things are in your country, but I don't like the look of that girl". Well, neither did I, but I realised one thing,

Moral: adults will always be adults no matter what part of the world they are from.

Tuesday, May 20, 2014

Games Men Play

Roverman Productions in partnership with Joy FM and National Theatre presents: "Games Men Play".

A play written and directed by Uncle Ebo Whyte.

Venue: National Theatre
Date: 24th, 25th, 31st May & 1st June
Time: 1st show 4pm, 2nd show 8pm
Rate: GH¢50.00

It is the day of Black Stars first match at the World Cup in Brazil and the manager of the team finds himself in several battles even before his team faces the USA. Players flout camp discipline and pull strings to get away with it; his assistant is busily scheming to unseat him; spiritualists invade the camp; terrorists are threatening to blow the team up and a powerful man from Ghana is dying to be seen as the man in charge. In addition to all these, the manager must keep his head as two women fight for his love at the worst possible time and a wife appoints herself a vigilante for her husband's fidelity. And this is all happening even before kickoff.

For recharge and ticket enquiries: Airtel Short Code 466 or call 026 109 4100.

Tickets are available at Shell Shops at Airport, Community 11, Achimota & Sakaman; Joy FM; Baatsona Total; Frankies (Osu); Jane-Ann Supermarket; Airtel Outlets at Accra Mall & Ring Road.
To recharge old tickets, log onto

Alternatively, tickets can be paid for via Airtel Money at a 10% discount.
1. Dial *500#
2. Select Make Payment
3. Select Other
5. Enter Amount
6. Enter your name as Reference Number (e.g. 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.

Friday, May 16, 2014

Unforgettable Weekend in Durban!

Yebo, I had so much fun, if I decide to write about it, the post could pass for a PhD thesis.
So, I'll stick to pictures mostly. Well, and then there's the thing about a picture being worth 1,000 words, and then of course I can get more people jealous with pictures (totally not my intention).
Day 1
Sala kahle Accra! Sawubona Durban!
Day 2

The view from the hotel & my room was just breathtaking! The hotel itself was spectacular
A city tour had me exploring as much of Durban as I could before lunch
Time to relax, unwind and experience unlimited fun at uShaka Marine World
I could've been in picture number 2, but most important thing is, I did get the picture with the sharks :D
Dinner, and then it was time to hit the club!
Day 3
I was humbled by my experience with the rich Zulu culture at Phezulu village. And then I shared a coke with Lungi
Picture with a crocodile (checking to be sure it didn't have access to any of my body parts), selfie with a giraffe (no lions in Phezulu safari park and then there's a selfie with some zebras too (though they look so tiny in the picture)!
The Game drive was the best ride I have had ever! (just had to add that).

Food, glorious food! Magical food, wonderful food, marvelous food at Cubana!
Day 4
Yebo, BRAI
Had pap too! What can I say? More food, glorious food at Max's Lifestyle, Umlazi
And I did shop till I literally dropped at Gateway Mall
Explored the city a bit and then had me some dinner
Day 5
Can't believe I'm leaving this room. Awwwwwww... the view *sob sob*
The last breakfast
Breathed in my last beachfront air and then it was sala kahle Southern Sun Elangeni & Maharani
Ngiyakukhumbula kakhulu already
All too soon, back at King Shaka Airport, headed back to Accra
This was one weekend I can't forget about even if I tried.
Thanks be to God for a wonderful and safe trip.

Ngiyabonga kakhulu South African Tourism, Ngiyabonga kakhulu GMA, Ngiyabonga kakhulu Yfm. None of this would have been possible without you.

I should so add that I am on a meat free diet until further notice!

Thursday, May 01, 2014

And Then I Was A Celebrity Again!

I could so get used to this.
Actually, this is getting to feel natural.
So, I done the interviews (more when I get back) and I'm just about to be flown outside Gh, and then I get chauffeur driven to a luxury hotel, and then I get to tour Durban while living large. All of this is by the grace of God and I am grateful.

Thank you South African Tourism, thank you Global Media Alliance (GMA), thank you YFM.
I promise to have too much fun, and hopefully, I get a selfie  with a shark when I go shark cage diving (nah, my phone isn't exactly water resistant). Ok, I'll just settle for one with a lion (or lion cub) on the safari.

If I don't put up anything in a week or less, means either I didn't survive the selfie or I just got lazy.
Adios Gh, even if it's just for a few days!

Kwaku Doe - The Comeback

It's been a little over 7 years since I started writing about Kwaku Doe. From first talking about him in my  Plight of a Hungry Man  ser...