THE COUNTS There's been lots of counting where I come from - counting of votes for they that want to be president and they who want to be parliamentarians. Counting of seats lost and/or won. Counts of "rejected ballot papers", counts of constituencies and percentage of voters that actually voted. Some even counting down Christmas. Counts of blah blah blah. Well, some of us have just been reading. Reading newspaper reports (with the standard propaganda, lobbying, campaigning, biased journalism), reading statuses on Twitter, Facebook and other so-called social media to keep up with the process. So after quite a nervous few days for myself and fellow countrymen (c'mon admit it), the results have finally come out without much brouhaha. Fair enough, there was the incident at Dzorwulu were voters...
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TOP 10 BLASPHEMOUS NAS LINES
TOP 10 BLASPHEMOUS NAS LINES by Lenny Briscoe II *Before the ignorant start screaming “hater,hater” I have probably BOUGHT more Nas albums than them.( I had to state that). NASIR BEN OLU DARA JONES – One of the most prolific hip-hop artistes of our generation. Nas A.K.A. God’s son has an obsession with the real God’s Son and God the Father in a way that could only be likened to Kanye West’s obsession with Michael Jackson. Thankfully, he has left out the Holy Ghost in his outrageous utterances. (Perhaps fully aware that blasphemy against the Holy Ghost is the only unpardonable sin in the scriptures . Truth! (Smart,innit?) Apparently, Nas has had flings with both Christianity and Islam i.e. practised either or both at one time or the other. ...
BOTTLES OF NINE by MORGAN REED
BOTTLES OF NINE by Morgan Reed There was once an old woman called Daisy she was incredibly lazy she liked to drink wine in bottles of nine and sometimes this sent her crazy Now we thought she might change but she became more deranged and fell to the floor in a heap then she met Sam a wonderful man and it made her heart go beep One night while drunk she met up with a hunk and found out his name was Sam they had a dance and started a romance and by chance she's now in Ghana Now Donna has met Sam she's as quiet as a lamb and only drinks wine by the case She's taught Morgan to dance while wearing short pants and has a soft look ...
E-MAIL ADDRESSES AND YOU So I couldn't get any of my two favourite artists to do work for me. I did a mini-advert on Facebook. So a man said he could do wonders with graphic designs and I asked for his contacts. His e-mail address was yah_niggah@yahoo.com. That made me laugh but it made me wonder if his business associates would ever take him seriously. Days later, I had to deal with someone whose e-mail address was platinumprick@yahoo.com. I suggested-no-insisted that he closed the account and create a new one, which he did. In hindsight, I wonder why I had done that. Who died for me to play God? OK, maybe I was just over-concerned for him. Back of my mind, I thought no one could top that. Well, until I had to send some important documentation to a lady who had blo...
GHANAIAN PHOTOGRAPHER IN NIGERIA Pt 2 As the security man ran towards us, my first thought was to leg it and forget the boys. If I was to run, where was I to hide though? I did not know Lagos town. It was just us dwarves against this giant of a man. I silently said my prayers in unknown tongues. It must have worked because the photographer had the divine inclination to smile . Smiling was the last thing on my mind at the time. Yet, the raw aggression on the security man’s face eased visibly a notch or three. The photographer’s smile had worked! When Goliath got to us, the photographer –who I’ll call Simon for now- launched into a narrative, talking about how beautiful the city of Lagos really was. He began showing off the millions of pictures he had taken to Goliath, describing each one elaborately....
GHANAIAN PHOTOGRAPHER IN NIGERIA Pt.1 I knew I was about to witness the most expensive engagement/wedding ever – at least one that I would be a part of . My (Ghanaian) mate was marrying a Nigerian woman of a certain hallowed profession. Not only that, she was from quite an illustrious background. And you know Nigerians, right? Right. So there was a certain degree of extravagance, panache and display of excesses expected. Guaranteed. I knew there would be something for me to blog about, but what I thought was what I was going to blog about turned out not to be what I’m about to blog about. (That last sentence did not make sense,did it? Just ignore that). THE ENGAGEMENT Anyway, you are not going to read about the amount of cash (in dollars) spent on first class flights to N...