Mum C writes


Another morning visits

Coming with its stomach

Its need for clothing

Its need for being walked or driven like a dog

Its need for dialogue

And its many conflicts in diversity



Abena, like the earth which must hosts it,

I succumb to its whims

Allowing myself to be played like its guitar

For I don’t want to be the failed host

So like a broom, I sweep its need

Hoping it would be merciful in shortening my span

But I keep getting piercier and stronger

Sweeping its needs cleaner by the day



I know its strains will make me weak

And my weak will make me seek

And my seek will make me leak

And my leak will make me meek

In stillness and transition into a shadow after a ghostly peak

But I still work to be a good host

A good host so I…

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International Sex Workers Day: My Story!

 I hear today is International Sex Workers Day, how we celebrate such a day I have no idea but I have a story to share on this day. 

“It was the 2nd Leg of the El Classico on Sunday night and ‪#‎ECG‬ had taken our lights at Abeka-Lapaz. And as a Proud Fan of FC Barca I didn’t want to miss any of the Actions on TV. 

I started Looking for Places where I could get to watch the match, but for almost 45mins I couldn’t bcos apparently every sports centre was full to capacity and even if u enter and you will have to stand. My height wouldn’t permit me to watch from a distance.

I finally found a drinking bar at Lapaz just close to the N1 where their Plasma was out in the open and only few guys where around so I joined to watched free. No seats so I was standing.

I was following commentary on radio with my ear piece and there fore I couldn’t really hear the outside world. 
A few minutes as I stood there to watch I saw a pretty young lady (aged between 19-22) with revealing dress, beckoning me, I couldn’t hear what she was saying because of the Ear Piece so I took it off to listen to her. 

She asked me nicely in twi, “Odor Yenko anaa” (love should we go)? I wasn’t sure if it was me so I turned to look behind me but I was the only one distant from the rest of the men. Then she asked again, ” “yen fru suro anaa” (should we climb upstairs) 
I realized she had mistaken me for some one So I told her it’s not me. 
A few minutes on another younger lady (may be 17 or 19 years) approached me and also said, “Wu p3 ni sen” (How will you like it)??
Then I started looking around and I realized it’s a den of Sex workers. 
I quickly told her no am not interested and she left. As I look round I saw cars park by to pick some, I saw men climbing the 2 storey building which seems like a guest house with these young girls. 

I had been told there are Sex Workers around that area but I had never encountered them before or how they do their business. 

I left the place with confusion in my mind. As to how young, beautiful and enterprising ladies could be engaged in such a business it still baffles me. 

It was even a Sunday night so I was wondering if they went to church service. And why aren’t they ashamed to do this in the open.
With the kind of confident they have wouldn’t they be able to sell anything anywhere? I was still wondering?? 

As today Marks International Sex Workers day, I decided to share this to you so you know how real it is in our cities.

For the decision makers in our country pls we need you to do more than just craving for power.
To my fellow Christians, there are lot more souls perishing everyday, let’s take the saving knowledge of Christ to them. 

To elders and parents, kindly ask where your young ones go at night, some may be engaged in this business without your knowledge.

To the media we know you are doing well but pls increase the awareness of this so our young ladies will be saved from this “business”

Should I even wish them a Happy Sex Workers Day or What??


The Black Rose

I dance
I love dancing
I love dancing like a bird
I love dancing like a bird soaring high

I sing
I enjoy singing
I enjoy singing like a child
I enjoy singing like a child with no worries

I paint
I’m happy painting
I’m happy painting like a bush
I’m happy painting like a bush flowing with the wind

I write
I like writing
I like writing like a free soul
I like writing like a free soul lost in a fantasy land

I dream
I’m alive dreaming
I’m alive dreaming like an angel
I’m alive dreaming like an angel who’s insane.

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Golden Advice To All Sons!!

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This are the golden advice we picked up from an African father while he was giving it to his sons. Enjoy and learn;

1. My son, if you keep spending on a woman and she never asked you
if you’re saving or investing, and she keeps enjoying the attention,
don’t marry her.
2. My son, a woman could be a good wife to you, some could be a
good mother to your children but if you’ve found a woman like a
mother to you, your children and your family, please don’t let her go.
3. My son, don’t confine the position of your wife to the kitchen,
where did you get that from? Even in our days, we had farm-lands
where they worked every morning . . . that was our office.
4. My son, if I tell you that you’re the head of the house, don’t look
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Me. ME. me

The Black Rose

The child in me is seen…
When I’m craving for an icecream
When I’m sleepy
When I’m with my brothers
When I’m into some mischief

The youngster in me is seen…
When I’m confused about my career
When I’m arguing with my mum
When I’m driving rash
When I’m partying hard

The real ME is seen…
When I’m dancing gaily
When I’m writing down my thoughts
When I’m crying with my pillow
When I’m silently watching the stars

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The Choice

The Choice, Your Choice

People, Things, and Life

How do you know what to do?
The choices you make define you.
You could choose one or the other,
but what if you should have chose another?

If I choose a choice
to speak my voice
will my words remain unheard?

But if I choose the choice
to muffle my voice
will my words become too blurred?

But is the choice to choose
the one I feel
is the one I cannot refuse?

Or is the choice to choose
the one I know
is the one that will ignite my fuse?

A life,
no matter what choices you choose,
is only worth living,
if your choices were made for you.

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