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SPECIAL DELIVERY II

The poor delivery man looks from one man to the other, contemplating his next move. To his relief, one of the strangers volunteers to sign for the items. And why not? He probably placed the order. The driver gets in his humongous van and speeds off leaving the contraband goods behind. His work is done and he has targets to meet. Kojo K’s eyes do not stray off the electronics for a second through it all. What am I to do in this extraordinary meeting? “Hey guys, I am here to witness you being gangstered after you gangstered someone’s credit card”? “Hey guys, can I ask why you do this”? “Hey guys, how much do make a year off of this?” “Kojo, why didn’t you refuse delivery?” My thoughts are interrupted by a loud but empty threat issued by the brother who signed for the items. “If you don’t give us our parcels, we will call for reinforcement.” I look at Kojo K before we simultaneously roar with laughter. Are these guys for real?                                            
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SPECIAL DELIVERY

My phone rings. It’s Kojo Kilo on the other line but it’s too early for a Kojo Kilo call. Then again, I know Kojo K ain’t the type to ring to discuss a Coronation  Street or Take Me Out episode from the previous day. We have no interest. I answer and the message is as curt as can be; “Son, there are two people strolling back and forth around my area.” That’s even worse than calling to talk about Coronation Street or Take Me Out or even Total Wipeout. “So you called this early in the morning to break the exciting news about two people strolling back and forth around your area? OK.” “Yo, wake up.” I will wake up. I feel I am already up in spirit. I just need my body to  replicate. Five more minutes in this duvet and my body is sure to  follow... The Grandfather’s clock across the room is tick-tocking louder  than usual, I seem to observe. Then it fades into the distance like it  was  in another dimension... It is in another dimension because I can see  my g
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THE FLY EP

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                                                                THE FLY EP In an era where so-called beef is being flung about like a food fight in an abattoir, The Fly EP is a (desperately needed) breath of fresh air. Producer Likwid Ice collaborates with Kwadjo Spiri, the MC, for this groundbreaking 5-track opus. If you are a supporter of incoherent “mumble-rap” or rappers shooting off their mouths all the time about popping off imaginary guns or popping non-existent tags or ghost champagne bottles then I suggest you stop reading HERE . I have nothing against them, I just couldn’t resist a dig, you dig? Obviously, there’s a healthy bit of braggadocio on this EP because…well, because it’s a part of hip-hop culture. On the whole though, Spiri delivers intelligent bars in Twi, Pidgin English and Queen’s English over reverb sample heavy Likwid Ice beats about history, wack rappers, haters, the God subject, love and spirituality.  Medofo Pa (My Love) On Track 1
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SAVING A LIFE III

                                                                THE SQUAD Minutes after Sally's chilling statement, the little melee is almost forgotten when we hear a loud business-like screech of car tyres outside. My first thought is “it is the police”. That is when I realise that Farouq had sneaked outside perhaps to have a cigarette or escape due attention. Too late, he’s gone , I think. I rush outside and it’s anything but a squad car that had made that grand appearance. It is a battered banger of a vehicle with blacked out windows that had ground to a halt in front of the joint. Out step a few individuals clad in black hoods and track bottoms. The youngest one of the lot remains behind the wheels and rolls his window down casually. The leader of the out-steppers who looks about 40ish walks purposefully towards Farouq’s group of friends. That is when I notice Farouq the spitter himself. He tries to make an escape by taking to his heels – which I suppose gives t
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SAVING A LIFE II

Now there were a bunch of Turkish lads who frequented the joint – more for the fact that they are semi-pro punters and the bookies was right next door – as opposed to just having a mere healthy love of the beautiful game. So full of life, they are. Yet to say that this group were temperamental will be a grand understatement. Matchday with them was synonymous with drama. For instance, the typical missed sitter by say a Gabriel Agbonlahor or a Jozy Altidore (and thank goodness these "strikers" no longer steal a living in the Premier League) and my Turkish cousins will cuss out the TV shaking their balled fist in fury. You did not have to be a language expert to tell that they were swearing but what was being said, only Lord knows. And from their conduct, I wouldn't be overly shocked if they didn't know what they were saying themselves. Occasionally, a team that they had bet against will score a nice little goal and an innocent glass or bottle had to h
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SAVING A LIFE

I like to watch football where I watch football in Longsight, Manchester although I live in a different area.                                                                                                                                                         Maybe it's because there are some ever-presents with genuine tactical nous who drop analysis that could give Andy Gray a run for his money. Hell, sometimes they give a whole me a run for my money like I had any.                                                                                                                 Maybe it's because of the few partisan noise-makers who run free but unsolicited commentary, waffling on and on about contentious refereeing decisions and other stuff only they can see or think they can see anyway. And perhaps I frequent this football spot because of the comedic value they bring.                                                                                                        
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UNUSUAL BIRTHDAY STORY PART II

"Allow me to help you please" I said like a true gentleman (which I am). I scanned her items adroitly before she could utter a word of protest.  It was only when I attempted to pay that she spoke for the first time. She refused my offer but I had earned her trust.  She thanked me and mentioned her name to me. I told her mine. "Today is my birthday", she said completely out of the blue. I was taken aback.  "Today is my birthday too", I said. But she wasn't even slightly taken aback. So I was taken aback again that she wasn't taken aback. But she is an elderly person and elderly people seem to know everything.  I half-expected her to say   "and I know you called in sick at work because they won't give you the day off and there are a truckload of men in your house consuming all your chicken and Pepsi" . But of course she didn't say that.  "How are you celebrating?" "Not doing much really? I'
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