Adore You -MC

“Hey, are you listening”

Close your eyes and soak in my words, let them wash over you like a cool summer rain, each drop sliding sown your skin and soaking into your clothes. You say you love me, and you need me, you do your best to show it to me every day, with every breath you take but you know something amazing? I love you more, I need you much more, I adore you.

I love being with you, I love having you around, I never want you out of my sight, I never want to see you hurt, I want to hold you in my arms and wipe every tear away. I want to show you off, I have been waiting for so long.

“Can you hear me?”

I adore you. When you laugh out loud at things that are not funny, when you cry over little things, when you make mistakes and try to hide them from me, when you fall asleep reading, your mouth slightly opened and your arms hanging over the ground beneath the couch, not a care in the world.

“Are you listening?”

You cry out for me in the times when I’m even closer than ever, you may not see or know that I am there, but I AM. I long to carry you in my arms, to walk with you, to do marvelous things for you, to keep you safe in my arms. I knew exactly what I was doing when I came to you that cold night, you were made for me.

I adore you.

"When you say you love me, know I love you more. And when you say you need me, know I need you more. I adore you."

"i know you are listening"

I love you, I adore you. I cannot express it like you do, i cannot begin do the things you do to me and for me. When I cry out for you, when i'm scared, oh so scared, you come to me, its like I stand with an army.

"I know you can hear me"

I long to be with you forever, to be in your arms till the end of time and beyond. When you say you love, I feel it in the depths of my soul, its a light to all the dark corners in me.

I adore you, I adore you.

Share a coke

So coca-cola Ghana came up with this great new campaign: “Share a coke”. We were seeing amazing adverts on tv and billboards with names we could actually relate to; Kofi and Afua (those born on Friday) Ama and Kwame (for those born on Saturday) and the rest of the days with their male and female equivalents. It was quite fun to discover new billboards with your day, a friend’s or a relative with very accurate characteristics and be like

“That is so true”

Then the news started drifting in, trickling onto my twitter timeline, my whatsapp messages, even in normal conversations. I don’t know how true this is but the news was that those in the Northern part of the country were unhappy with this new campaign from coca-cola simply because the names were Akan names. I was told there was a boycott of coke products or something like that. All I could say was “Like seriously, even the Gas aren’t complaining, hoh”

Before you storm my blog with pitchforks and torches dear keyboard warriors, hear me out. We live in Ghana, there are so many ethnic groups we cannot begin to list them all, you do not expect a company hoping to make profit to use ones a lot of people don’t know about or can relate to. I mean the first time I saw the billboards was in Accra and that is Ga land the last time I checked. I was actually waiting for the Gas to say something but it never came, or maybe I didn’t hear them. I understand that everyone wants to be recognized but all this because of a coke? In the end are we not all Ghanians?

What am I trying to say? We Ghanaians need to learn to chill out. There are much more important things to fight about than whether your name was put on a bottle or not. Better infrastructure for schools is something off the top of my head, we need to get our priorities right. P.S: Saw a Nii and Naa (for my Ga brethren) billboard so I guess slowly but surely, everyone will be included, so again I say

“Chill out, it’s just a coke”

Or better yet, join me as we share a Brukina

How I prepare for lectures

This is how yours truly prepares for those abominable early lectures. Say the lecture is at 7:30 am, this is what happens:

5:00 am : I wake up because the alarm is just too irritating, stare outside for half a minute and since the sun isn’t up its obviously too early in the day to do anything so I close my eyes for a few seconds more and contemplate on the pros and cons of getting out of bed at this hour and how it will affect my day.

5:30 am: I roll over and continue my sleep, though there’s an annoying voice in my head telling me something about lectures and being late again.

6:00 am: I open my eyes realizing the sun is out and that my contemplations ended in a part 2 of my sleep (at this point I’m like “it’s God’s will, He saw this coming and He didn’t stop me, therefore my extra sleep was a divine appointment”) I usually turn on my laptop and make a lot of noise with my early morning worship then progress to kpop because it makes me feel amazing and I refuse to be awake alone so the floor has to wake up.

6:20 am: done with my quiet time, then I do the necessary bathing, and staring at myself in the mirror wondering where that mountain on my face came from and whether to pop it or not (don’t say eww, we all do it)

6:45 am: at this point I’m freaking out because I haven’t made up my mind on what to wear and my War Paint (that’s what the women in my family call make up) isn’t on, plus I’m debating whether to change my playlist or stick with Girls Day and Girls Generation for another day.

7:15: at last, got my make up on after nearly poking my eyes out with my liner, and finally settled on gloss because lipstick is only for days I’m super prepared for class so I can answer any question the lecturer tosses at me (I wonder why they think girls with lipstick are airheads who don’t pay attention and need to be called upon every moment), finally decide on jeans and one of my graphic T-shirts.

7:25: i stroll out of my room praying the lecturer will be late, or it will rain or big foot will be found in the lecture hall so lectures will be cancelled, or even rapture , making promises to God on the way that next time I will be a true P31 woman ( proverbs 31) and be up before the sun if I’m not too late for the lecture (we both know it will happen again but God is cool that way)

Issue with Posting Comments

Lots of people have sent me messages that they can't post any comments, been working on it but nothing i try seems to work and i'm thinking of migrating to wordpress, manage another blog on there and its much easier ( for me anyway).

Been MIA for a while but its because i'm working on a project that seems to be taking longer than i expected.

Will leave you all here, hope i can update more frequently.

short story

She followed him with her eyes as he entered the lecture hall. She’d never seen him before but then again, that was not surprising seeing as there were over 100 students in the geography class. He was in dark jeans with a gray wife-beater that showed off well muscled arms,

*I wonder how they feel* she thought.

The only seat available was right in front of her and he plopped into the chair in a way only he could. His hair was slightly damp, she realized and he actually smelled good, a welcome change from the guys who usually made it to the early morning lecture. The slamming of books made her jump as Cat took her seat. Her best friend since kindergarten, they’d grown up, gone to different secondary schools but still managed to keep the relationship alive and now, they were back together in the University.

“Blue!” “Of all the colors you could have gone for, you chose blue”

“Lovely isn’t it” Cat grinned, flipping her hair

It was lovely; the color was not something anyone else could have pulled off put Cat did it perfectly

“You look like Gnomeo”

Cat stuck out her tongue at this and they both started laughing. It was a morning ritual for them, greeting each other with a wisecrack and laughing like they were the only people on the earth. Cat took out her phone and started tweeting, leaving Emily alone with her thoughts.

FUN-TUH-SEE

My heart screams I love you

Yet hermitically are my lips sewn in silence

That defeaning silence

Which pierces my soul

And chokes my breath

I long to hold your hand

But the chains of doubt keep me aloof

That enchanting smile of yours

That innocent gaze you fix upon me

Your laughter resounds with a royal melody

Your strides strike the chords of an unsung harmony

Yet to me all this be but a pleasurable fantasy

For mine is a heart that has known scorn

Mine is a heart that has danced to sorrowful tunes

Yes mine is a heart that has known pain

Do you tease me with the promise of love still ?

If this be love and you feel it too

Then let us hurry about this business then

If not leave me be in my fantasy

For though I dread its end

I cant seem to let go

So I pray my Lord my eyes do open

The truth help me see

Else am lost in that which I cannot name

I think it's love...or is it?..

Merely fun-to-see...

Poem by Kharie Pee

(@Quophey)

You Know You Are Ghanaian When

1) You know the difference between Azonto and azonto, Al-Qaeda and Alkayida/Akaida

2) Every Asian is Chinese till further notice

3) You've watched Home Alone a bazillion times

4) You watched PG +18 movies when you were 10

5) You can speak at least two languages not including French

6) Every animated show is “Cartoons”

7) Deep down, you believe in dwarfs and witches

8) You give directions using major landmarks like the waakye seller, kelewele joint, roasted plantain woman among others

9) You have this notion that every white kid is immoral and poorly trained and just needs a good beating to be straightened out.

10) You know the meaning of every glare directed to you, and are very intimate with the “if you don’t keep quiet you will see” or “when we get home you will see fire” types

11) You never ever use you left hand to take or give things to anyone and if you do you apologize aka “sorry for using left”

12) You can’t say the word “sex” in front of your parents

13) Your favorite part of science class was “ Reproduction”

14) You know the “Sweet Mother” song

15) You know how to pass by a mad person without agitating him/her and you know when to run when they are agitated

16) Your parents have threatened you with “Mmofra bone school” (juvie) before

17) You respect every old person unless a situation demands that you don’t

18) You speak excellent English when the time comes but most of the time, you use it in conjunction with at least 2 local languages to get your point across

19) Everyone in your church/hood knows your business and will “report” you to your parents if you misbehave

20) Whether you are 2 or 20 you can never talk back to your parents, you will get a beat down if you even try. in the words of Simeon Aryee " If i dream and talk back to my mum, i wake up and apologize immediately..."

21) The scariest words you could every hear were " i will tell your father" or "Wait till daddy gets home"

22) You have your punishment name that is usually present on your birth certificate, yes, it's the name you parents call you when you get into trouble and are about to enter a whole new world of pain.

23) No matter what phone you use, you have a back up Nokia that usually has a rubberband holding it together and its never seen in public

24) You have been caned before

25) Brother/Sister doesn't always mean blood