This Impression

We were good 

Little outings

Little indoors 

And then we were not 

Somehow, somewhat 

It seems I have given an impression 

This Impression

That you need not wine or dine me 

That we are all good 

Without the wine, glam and clam

We are not good!

I may not demand 

Wine or fine dining

A lady needs to be feel cherished

Not become spring onions in gari 

Nobody cares whether it is there or not 

Woo me, wine me, dine me 

Like of old 

When love was new

And talk was abundant

When news came from you to me first! 

Not like now 

When the mind forget to share 

And actions say "you are not important to me"

New Mum- Birth Story 1

Not easy. My little one turned 11 months yesterday and recalling how not so long ago I held his not so tiny body in my arms can get a bit overwhelming. We have been through much as a family; the hubby and I.
I have decided to put down his birth story for him before  I forget.
You were in almost in your 42nd week before my membranes ruptured around 4am on 19th July (it was actually the mucus plug). I immediately woke up your Dad, who, as to be expected wanted me to quickly call Dr Omari and let him know. In my usual calm manner, I told him to be calm and i needed to take a bath first and get something to eat; to which he told me (i am smiling as i type this) there was no time to eat. So i took a shower because i did not want to cause any waves (though i knew that first child delivery usually takes awhile). I was not contracting yet and we called Dr. Omari as we left the house a few minutes to 5am. We finally got hold of him  after we crossed the traffic lights after the Dzorwulu rail-line. We got to Korle-Bu and I got a cervical examination to check for dilation and i had not dilated. I was not feeling any contractions either. The doctor who Dr. Omari had asked to see me while he was on his way was gong to let me go home to Mamprobi and come in later but apparently that was contrary to hospital rules. Dr. Omari then came in and asked in a joking manner what i had done for the doctor to breach hospital rules and ask me to go home instead of me staying for them to observe him. Later, i understood the other doctor's assessment that I may not be ready to go into labour that day and that was quite normal for first time mothers, which i understood .
It was almost noon and i had not eaten and was not feeling hungry even though i called your Auntie MaaT to bring some food and get a bucket and pile for me to use. Dr. Omari had then asked that i be inserted with a third of Cytotec; after two hours i was examined again and this time, the doctor deliberately the membranes and insert another piece of Cytotec. My mind to this day quickly skids on the memory of the pain during the artificial removal of the membranes and that was when your Dad decided to have the anesthesiologist come in.
As at 4pm i was only 4 cm dilated and when the third piece of Cytotec was inserted, we had lodged in the 6th Floor at the Maternity Ward in Korle-bu...

Life So Far; So Close

This post is long overdue and on the day my son turns eight months instead of laying on my bed and thinking of the various posts I could have written so far, I decided to get on with it and write.
Short version of what has happened in my life since my last post is I got my masters (second) degree in Information Systems and Change Management, started a Youtube channel about natural hair, got married and had a baby.
This post represents a turning point for this blog. It becomes a mama's blog now. Yes, you are welcome.

An Ode to Us: Blog Action Day

To those gone
To those here
To those yet to be

look back
just hope
make believe

dreariness
weariness
hopelessness
mere words
describing moments

those gone
those here
those yet to be
ask them
question us
caution yourself

if we'd known
we know
perceive

those gone
those here
those yet to be

DEAD, DYING, NEVER WERE
Regrets

Out of the Cobweb Cos of Blogcamp2014

Last night i sent a tweet to +Maame Aba Daisie about what to wear to BlogCamp2014. She responded by directing me to this post. It did not help much with specific suggestions so i had to come up with something or several things. They were:

No this dress is for church tomorrow.
So for breakfast, i chose soursop with moringa. Yummy

 I decided to try a new soap today. Nice

 I took my extension that had been packed up of seven years after my undergrad

In the end i looked like

I 'THOUGHTED'

Get over
Yours is not
Your talk of a getaway
An allure!

Brother please!
All you have to offer is not enough

I understand the appeal
The thrill of the hunt
With prey which announces its presence
Loud, independent, exuding strength
Oh, wouldn't you love to be the tamer of that
Be Caesar

I know 
You want to be
The one that
That makes me  vulnerable to the point of need
Need of nothing but you
Filled with want of you
Ravished by you
Powerless
Victim, lost

I want not
I need you not
Fill me not

Boy, you ain't encountered
My kind before

Money is shit
Yeah that's right
Your money is shit
Half-masked offers
Delusions of grandeur 
Adolescent attempts at flirting
Oh-so-obvious words of flattery

Get over boy!
We ain't in Circa 1500

A Post

So this should have been the post that ended the year 2013, however laziness got the better of me. If you know me then you know i do not make resolutions for the new year and if you do not, well, now you know.

This does not feel like a new year to me. It is just another day that have a date that reads 1st January 2014, however since this is a new year, new beginnings and all that i end this post with this; if you are a Christian, this year will be full of things that will shaken the foundations of your faith yet full of peace of heart (peace in your heart), strive to be a practical Christian because it is through your actions and deeds that people will see the light that is so dim in this world, be more open about your faith despite attempts to subsume your beliefs in what is called fairness and equality. This year, i feel, is a testing, a continuum of what is already happening. Pray harder than you have before (I need to take my own advice, i have been slacking in the prayer department). Try hard not to be consumed by activities that you find yourself involved in in your church; the Lord knows your help is needed there but your salvation also needs to be worked at with fear and trembling.


If you are not a Christian, maybe it is about time you start searching why you should be. Things are coming full circle and i am almost done with my MSc. courses (submit final assignments in February 2014) then my thesis. My year seems to be half filled; I have a wedding to coordinate/organise (a friends's).

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hApPy NeW YeAr, my ever patient followers and readers (not yet follow? maybe you should). Two followers that always standout in my mind when i come to blogspot; Seye and Didi, God bless you greatly.

The best of this year everyone.