King Sized Bed

Merry Christmas fam, i've been trying to put this up all day but the network connection has been so slow. Anyway, this is a poem a friend wrote and I decided to put it up here because i loved it. He calls it " King Sized Bed" enjoy.

In the beginning was a Father's heart broken. A son and a daughter's defiance. Severed a gloriously knitted token. Sin glorified and honored with compliance.

Clad in our coats of many colors. Different shades of iniquity. Gulping from unrepentant gutters. As the old serpent basked in diabolic felicity

From the roof of Heaven the Father cried. The harp of sorrow in His Spirit played. For man lived but died. The flesh he served and obeyed.

For our souls many a lamb did bargain. None worthy enough to purchase on retail. But a kingly lamb offered to be slain. On a tree hung and pierced with the sinner's nail.

So on that night when shepherds in a field lay. A baby cried on our behalf. That we may no longer be enslaved clay. And our souls freed to laugh.

With the crown of salvation upon His head. Lay the royal Lamb in a manger. A glorious King Sized Bed. Emmanuel. A most welcome heavenly stranger.

Courtesy: Nana Prempeh.(find him on twitter @Quophey)

Citizens of the Exam room

Its Examination time again and today I’m going to tell you the different types of Ghanaians who write exams;

1) Over Achiever: these are the most annoying exam writers ever. They are the people who ask for more answer booklets when you are still on the second or third sheet. They are those who whip out calculators and start punching in figures when you didn’t even know there was a question that demanded the use of a calculator. They smile and give each other knowing looks when the paper starts and they never ever bomb a paper, if it rocked everyone, they are a part of the minority that's getting an A.

2) Shadows aka Copycats: these people have no idea what is going on, they have the equipment but don’t know what to do with them. The do everything the Over Achiever does, when a calculator is whipped out, they take theirs too, and just punch in random numbers till the OA puts theirs down. They seem to know what they are doing but most of the time, their booklet just has a lot empty spaces, sort of like brandy’s South African concert.

3) Giraffes: these people are those who spend half of the exam time craning their necks to see what someone else is doing, you wonder if they ever study. They are always asking “What are the answers from number one to ten” if it’s a multiple choice exam or “turn your paper and let me see” if it’s written. They do no independent work and are proud of it. And they end up getting good grades because believe it or not they are always seated next to the Over Achievers.

4) Flirts: these people are everywhere; they are usually a mix between a giraffe and hotness. They don’t stress themselves out like the normal giraffes do in an exam trying hard not to get caught. No, that’s too basic for them. They flirt their way to success. These are the guys who “run” female invigilators and the girls who always have their mammalian glands (that’s breast for those who don’t know) pouring out of their clothes. They are master multi-taskers, distracting an invigilator with their words or bodies and doing their “group work” all at the same time. These people deserve gold medals, citations, in fact, stop reading for a moment and just give them a round of applause *standing up and clapping slowly*

5) God’s Time is the best aka God dey: these are the people who didn’t study, can’t join the ranks of the giraffes because they are sitting with people just like them and aren’t hot enough to join the flirts, get rocked by the paper and are like the first to leave the exam hall. They come out quoting bible verses and remind you of miraculous incidents in the bible or quickly change the topic when the questions come up for “after exam discussion”. They become a whole new person during the exam period, calling upon the name of God and sending you spiritual whatsapp messages, making you question how well you know them. Once the exams end though, they are back in the club, popping, locking and dropping it like no one’s business. The process is repeated when the results are released though (that’s another post)

6) Long Distance: these are the people who seek answers far across the hall, distance is not a problem to them. They don’t care how far you go, they will follow, they will send you notes, whisper your name, even use their own version of sign language and Morse code. They are also those who get caught first too, let’s face it, Long Distance doesn’t last.

So this post is just a little observation I made after spending many a time in an exam hall, don’t ask me where I fit in though, it’s a secret. *wink* I dedicate this article to my dear friend, Prince Dagadu, because he asked for a post like this, though I doubt this was what he had in mind. You can read his blog here: http://princedagadu.blogspot.com/

And to all those almost done with their papers *yay* ^_^ and those now starting: “Aja Aja Fighting!”

The Normality of Corruption.

This article was written by a semi-deranged girl running on 4 hours of sleep and having just written a morphology paper. If there is any resemblance to anyone, dead or alive or tweeting (let's face it, twitter is a world on its own), maybe its them, who knows, life goes on.

Now that we've got that out of the way, back to business. A few days ago, that was on the 8th of December, there was a Ghanaian bloggers meeting and the issue of Corruption came up. What then is corruption? thefreedictionary.com defines it as "the state of being corrupt" and it says that Corrupt means "lacking in integrity; open to or involving bribery or other dishonest practices"

So that is what they say corruption is. Now let me give you the GG definition of corruption, in an easy to ubderstand prose. leggo!

1) The class was noisy again, the teacher had come in to warn the class prefect that if he came and there were no names of talkatives, he would recieve the punishment on behalf of the class. Kojo pushed his glasses up his nose as he scribbled down names adding Dp and Tp liberally, he didnt want to be punished. The class realised too late what was going on, taking out books and pretending to read, Kojo just smiled when they'd ask "is my name there?"

Of course it was there, did they think he was going to be lashed because of them?

"Mr. Andoh is coming" the class lookout whispered.

The message travelled to Fiifi's ears in a matter of seconds, he knew his name was on the list and he knew if Mr. Andoh got him again that day, sitting would be a thing of the past to him.

"Kojo, clean my name and i'll let you read my Ebony graphic"

Kojo feverishly rewrote the names out, making sure Fiifi's name wasnt there. He'd wanted to read that paper all day and he was not going to miss his chance, one ommission wouldn't hurt anyone.

"Are these the names?"

"Yes sir"

"If you hear your name, come here"

"ei, fiifi's name was there, why isnt he infront" was the muttering floating around in the class.

No one had the courage to stand up and speak up though, so fiifi and Kojo got away with it.

2) She smiled as they opened the gates for her, she didnt have authorised permission to use those gates let alone that route but there was a lot of traffic and she couldn't afford to wait. It's surprising what 1gh cedi and a few sweet words could get you.

3) The swings were full and break was almost up, she was desperate for a ride. She walked up to Serwa forcing her to slow down from her frenzied swinging. Her feet had been kicking up and down as she went higher and higher, her school skirt fluttering in the breeze. She held the chains of the swing and asked Serwa in the sweetest tone she could muster,

"Please let me have a turn, break is almost over"

"No" Serwa shouted.

Everyone started to look their way, and Ama was begining to feel uncomfortable, she hated being the center of attraction.

"i'll buy you fanpop" "No, ah. what is wrong with you, I said I won't let you use my swing"

People were watching now but Ama had started seeing red, how dare Serwa, all she wanted was a ride and now she was being insulted.

"If you don't let me ride, i'll tell everyone what you wrote in your diary about Kwamena" She whispered.

the look on Serwa's face was priceless, it was beyond a Kodak moment. She quickly got down and stood behind the swing.

"Let me push you, what are friends for"

Ama got on the swing and smiled, finally she got her turn on the swings and someone to push her as well. She was very lucky.

What am I trying to say here? Corruption is everywhere and until we can accept the fact that everyone of us is corrupt and make the effort to enforce a change,there will be nothing new in that area. Say no to corruption, let's all do our part.

Writing this is killing me, it means I have to do my part, it means I have to stand in line like everyone else and not use shortcuts when i'm buying stuff, I have to do independent work on all my assignments and not "compare" my work. There are so many corrupt activities that we have come to see as normal but until we step up and kill the seedlings, they'll grow into something much worse.

Navigating the music player

The player is up. I decided to use the adventure time skin because Finn and Jake are awesome. The play button is Finn, Jake controls the sound and the logo opens up the playlist. easy as pie. if you have any songs you'd want me to put up email the URL/Link to me so I add it. And if you encounter any problem with the player, its all Lemon Grass's fault. (lol, i'm just kidding)Email me with your complaints and i'll get on it right away Enjoy reading fam..xoxo datworshiper@gmail.com hoping to finish up the trotro series soon as well as the 12 collaborations of christmas, its end of semester season so it will be difficult but it shall be done. ~Fighting *in my korean voice*

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Fanfic!!!

They dragged her mercilessly through the streets, she barely had time to put on her garments and her bare feet were suffering greatly. She knew she should be terrified and find a way out, she'd been caught in another man's bed and the law clearly stated that she was to be killed, and at the hands of these ruthless people whose hearts were harder than the stones they'd soon be throwing at her.

"Yahweh, I know I have no right to ask this of you but please, have mercy upon me, if I am to die let it be a quick death"

The wind rushed out of her, emptying her lungs as her arms made contact with the hard ground. They'd reached their destination but this was a far cry from what she expected. 

she was lying at the feet of the prophet, the man all of Israel had been talking about; at the wells, the markets, even in the privacy of their homes, Yeshua. She could hear snippets of their conversation, the scribes and Pharisees had malice in their tones, as if they wanted to trap the prophet with their words, they were well versed in scripture and it was their greatest weapon against those they deemed uneducated. She looked up from the ground through the curtain of her hair to see Him writing on the ground with his fingers.

 He made eye contact with her and she  was ashamed. Ashamed of everything she'd ever done, realizing  that no powder or paint of any kind could hide her filthiness, he did not look at her like other men, including those Pharisees, did. He looked right into her, as if He could see her innermost being, he looked at her as if he knew her even before her mother had borne her, he looked at her like a long lost child.

She began to weep, not out of self pity for her approaching death, but because of the overflow of the emotion in her heart. The love she saw and felt in that split second directed to her was so pure. So pure that she was made aware of just how unclean she was.

"let him who is without sin among you be the first to throw a stone at her"

His voice sounded so familiar, like a voice she heard long before anything else, it was so comforting, it sounded like home. She had forgotten the kind of situation she was in until she heard the first stones fall to the ground. They kept falling till all her accusers were empty handed, traces of dirt from the stones they'd been holding mere minutes ago clinging to their palms. They turned to go, begining with the older ones and the youngsters following suit, till she was left alone with the Rabbi. She rose to her feet dusting off  her clothes. She stood there awkwardly, the tear streaks still visible on her face, was she to leave now or wait for him to go? Was there something expected of her now that he had saved her life?

"Woman, where are they? Has no one condemned you?"

"No one lord", she barely managed to whisper

"Neither do I condemn you; go and from now on sin no more" he said softly.

Embarrassing *cringe* Moments.

Annyeonghaseyo (that’s hello in Korean) yup...i’ve fallen in love with the country that brought us Ullzzang (if you don't know what it is, google it. That's your assignment). Anyway, I'm sure you've already guessed what relatable post is coming up today. So lets jump in

Now many of you may assume that I'm this cool, calm, collected girl who's got everything together (laughing so had I slipped out of my chair)

*getting back up* OK let me just tell you how wrong you are then.

see, I can't tell you an embarrassing moment because half of the time, my life is an embarrassing mess. Like seriously, if there was a category in the VMA's called "most embarrassing act" I'd win it hands down. In school, I was that kid with the funny shoes, glasses, weird walk, with my nose always in a book, and discussing the best method to raise my Pokemon...i was a nerd, coming to think of it,  *pushing my glasses up my nose* I think I still am. So anyway...embarrassing moments:

1) one time, in school, i was running around, as I used to do and i fell (as usual) and instead of just leaving me to lie there quietly, fate caused me to slide across the ground, and *ahem*the back of my school skirt raised and it was just a horrifying free show and the boys were playing four corners there and they started laughing and calling me "superman" and people started to gather and i was  still lying there (up until today i don't know what i was waiting for) and i finally managed to drag my shameful self from the scene.

2) In junior high, there was this boy i had a crush on (we all know you have one so stop pretending, and surprisingly, we are in the same university and same hostel, his room is below mine ~nya ) and he came to visit me at home. It had rained so the road was muddy and i don't know what possessed me to suggest we go for a walk, but I did so we did and in typical Ghanaian girl fashion, i was doing “too known” and swaying my hips like i had some loose bolts in them. Unfortunately for me, the ground seemed to have missed me because i slipped in some mud and fell into even more mud...it was a mud fest, after all my too known. I wanted to vanish, puberty and yawa do not go well together. When i finally got out of the mud, my crush pretended he didn't see anything and went to get pure water so i could wash off some of the mud. If dark skin was capable of blushing, I'd have been brighter than a tomato.

so he's walking...all hot and stuff

and I'm feeling on top of the world...

then, wham! oh cruel fate

3) before plimsolls became the in thing, my dad got me a pair to take to school (my mum said i looked good n them so i wore them to school with vim, I've stopped trusting everything she says, everything looks perfect in a mum's eyes) and everyone, i mean everyone, even the head master laughed at me all day, it was horrible, and all the teachers kept making me come to the board to answer questions so my shoes were on display. I never wore them again (except the day it had rained and my mum made me wear them because it was better than sandals for walking in the muddy terrain) Even when they became the best thing to happen to skinny jeans I never wore them.

what I saw

what everyone else saw

4) Whenever I wear a dress, the wind is always against me. like seriously, the four winds are always on the lookout for me on my dress days. (now you know why I'm always in jeans)

what I think I look like

what I really look like

Before i leave you all, i want to announce two things:

1) I'm working on a story series with my friend and fellow blogger Simeon, or as you all know him A Crazy Ghanaian. Its called the #TrotroSeries and it will be available on our Facebook pages as well as on our blogs.  Look out for them.

2) One blog, in my opinion is not enough to showcase the modern culture and life in Ghana (at least from my view point) so i'm going to create a sister blog ( this blog will still be up and running, they could be like an extended family with aghanaiangirl.blogspot.com as the Abusuapanyin {family head}, GH things). That blog will involve only pictures of styles we see in the country and on the continent as a whole, we are all one family. From both boys and girls, men and women, hair, clothes, shoes,accesories whatever graces your lovely body we want to see it, no matter what gender, shape or size or color you are. Take a pic of it, and email it to datworshiper@gmail.com. Original images only and a brief description of the outfit must be given,. and yes, there will be giveaways so stay tuned.

For more Ghanaian girl shenanigans, ff on Twitter and Instagram @aghanaiangirl 

DISCLAIMER: none of the pictures used are my property.

A lot of egos (mine especially) were bruised in the making of this post

~nya