Son Of The Soil...part 3

when things get worse in this part of the world, it is really bad. we have natural disasters, monsoons, thunderstorm, hail the size of beach balls yet no body ever complains, so long as there was relative peace and prosperity... which touched every life no matter how small it was. the sitting president was an absolute peach... in later years, presidents and heads of state would honour and say that in all the leaders to had have ever been, she was the best man for the job.
And yes, she was a woman, a great woman... but a promiscuous, prostituting whore. She loved the power she had, it is said in her ten year term, she had bagged over 1000 able bodied young men... Insatiable cougar, they couldn't keep up with her... yet she knew how fragile it was... She knew how to play her cards right...until she met my grandfather and fell in love.
Now my grandmother's people were skilled in the act of covert killings...voodoo, weird assassinations, just plain ol' mischief. She found out her man was getting the eye from the president and got jealous. She was assured several times by my grandfather yet she just wouldn't listen (typical)... She got so petty, to the point that she went and asked...(well, spat in her face is a more accurate visual) the president if she was having an affair with her husband.
I hear my grandfather was many things but a cheat was not one of them... It was unheard of for a woman to ever confront her husband about his ways, be it infidelity to outright abuse and yet she was bold, if not mad, enough to do so...and ready for whatever consequences that came with it... Since there was no truth to the accusations, she was asked to leave her home and family, walk away from the life she had built and begin life as an outcast in the remotest parts of her hometown, in a place meant for cowards, witches and hags...

Son Of The Soil...part 2

now this sounds so cliche that i didn't believe it when i was told the story as a child. i would go ahead to investigate these circumstance and i found them to be true. the year my father was born, there was a blood moon, a sort of lunar eclipse, very rare and to very superstitious people, it was either a great wonder or an evil omen of immense magnitude, they choose the latter...
my grandfather was the first born son of his father and therefore was to take over the family business, shrinking heads and casting spells, yet he choose to join a church and go to teacher training school. as hurt as his father was, there wasn't much he could do and the birth of my father was the only way to rid himself of a wayward son. so he banished his son and his family from the village...

times were hard and on elementary school teacher's salary, this new family were seemingly destined for doom. back in the village, there was always food, fresh produce from scared shitless pagans who believed that this would make their lives any better. now without a home and people, my grand father decided to go the city to find work, be it a laborer or a "tankas" because he needed to fend for his family. to this day, Grandpaa still tells the story of how just before he left home, he asked his infant son to wish him luck and that helped him find a dream job.
Grandpaa came across an old friend on the train to the city. as they talked and caught up with each others lives, this friend mentioned there was a job opening in his office and he would put in a good word for him should he pass the interview. he even went further to walk him through a few things that could help his application. needless to say, he got the job, clerk to the minister of defense. things could not get any better. the minister had them move into his guest house, gave him a car and helped my grand mom to get in to nursing school. the minister believed to that there was something special about my family and that he believed Grandpaa the brother he never had...

life was good for the family, great even. my grand parents had two other children after my father and they lived well, went to the best schools and rolled with the elite of our country. as i said earlier, nothing could be better, it didn't... it just got worse...

STC...

Have you travelled by bus from one place another and enjoyed it? Was the trip eventful, boring or just that plain ol' annoying trip your family made you endure?
Growing up in Ghana, public transport was the order of the day. It beat walking in the scorching African sun and well, even though there are times walking was a better alternative, the stories and issues which went on these buses were hilarious...entertaining to say the least.
Imagine travelling from Accra to Kumasi, someone stands up and proceeds to sell their wares in the bus. From one wonder cures for all ailments to penis enhancements. The best was when these hitch hiking salesmen would begin with prayer and a sermon to rival the Pope's on All Saints's day.
As long and painful as these trips were for the numerous folks who used our bus system, the stress of inefficiency, the cramped space for tall fellows, there was a sense of the theatrical. You knew you would meet a character, see an amazing sight or be mad stiff when you got to your destination. It made you appreciate your freedom and other liberties we take for granted.
I miss those trips...

Thank-you

I have not been here in a while and well there was good reasoning for the departure from my mode of venting and media for saying how I felt.
Well, I have a new toy which offers the luxury of unlimited web access so I'm back with a fever to write. Thank-you.

Son Of The Soil...part 1

there is no better time than the present to start a story of old. this is no ordinary story...it is the true account of a grieving son and his quest to see evil sought justice come to light. 
the wind seemed to blow ever so softly on my face. the crowd that had gathered to witness my execution was beyond definition. here was the man who had killed their beloved saviour, their black Jesus. I'm about to die anyway so let's leave the formal introductions for those who don't have a noose staring at them menacingly.

i killed a man, a man who was adored by all and yet it seemed i was the only one who had come to hate him. the saddest part is, he was my father. there are several who believe i was mad or possessed to have even thought of such a deed, yet they claim to know him, the man i stabbed and stood over as he took his final anguished breath. i have no excuse what i did and i do not seek your sympathy, i just want to be heard. i would have to start from the very beginning...

a boy was born on day of the first ever documented eclipse. he was the only male child born that day and the only child to survive to see the dawn of the next morning. in this little village, veneration of would be lesser gods was the norm and this occurrence was seen as a bad omen. had the child not been born in the family of the high priest of the land, he would have definitely been killed and his whole family exiled to rid the land of foul spirits. the high priest was his grand father. 

Love...part 5

everything starts beautifully...most of the time. the first night we spent together was...blissful... to say the least. we felt two high school kids...like it was our first time...ever! we sat in her room, side by side, looking at the floor. the carpeting had a soothing appeal to it, it looked like it was calling to me, offering me advice on what to do next...whispering calmly, silently, barely vibrating through my legs to my brain...it felt awkward but at the same time i felt so freaking confident of what was about to happen...and then her room mate bursts in... !@#$%^&*... can't say what i thought, too graphic for my younger audience. Awkward silence filled the room us we stared at each other. "oh, ma bad now!" she said, blushing through her very dark skin.

Now where was i before that... let's just go on... it was by far the best sex i had ever had as in the last three months i had been everywhere and before this i thought i had done everything. whoever thought it wise to translate the Karma Sutra to English was a genius... she did things... and made me do things...things which would...the thought alone would kill your grandparents...
and i enjoyed every bit of it and all i wanted was more, my wishes were answered every time and anytime, everywhere and anywhere... and by God! it was glorious!

i guess it was all my fault but every good thing comes to an end sometime... how many guys actually get fed up or bored or just want some time for themselves when their relationship is at it's sexual and emotional peak. i speak for myself when i say i don't do emotional very well, especially when everything was going my way and i thought, as dumb as i was, it would stay this way forever.

now everyone on campus had a fair idea who was dating who and whatever was considered kosher was also considered fair game. so rumours were  just a normal occurrence...simply put, everyone was in everyone's business. the rumour mill had it that i was the most desirable bachelor and this was after i started dating Ij. now every girl and even grown women were after my hide... i was overwhelmed with such attention. i had never seen and or been the center of attention and it went straight to my head, it made me complacent and arrogant

i started "entertaining other women. come on! it was easy. i was on every campus party poster. i was basically royalty... and i didn't hide it. i went round shagging everything in a skirt... at first i was concerned if Ij found out but soon i didn't even care... this went on until the end of the semester when i left to the UK for a week to satisfy my Obroni...come now, she also needed some loving...

Love...part 4

now...thoughts were just flying through my head... what in the heavens did she just say? damn, the girl had balls. i had grown accustomed to the fact that i was a player or something of that sort so this would be a walk in the park, seemed i had met my match. i had my own issues with my Oyibo chick, something i forgot to tell Ij.i felt if she had a man, not telling her about my cash cow was not a big deal.


days went by and there was no words, not even a fleeting glance of her at the food stand or in her class...(ok! i kinda stalked her a bit) sad thing was i didn't ask for a number, there was no need for at that moment. days turned in a week, two weeks and then when i could not function as ever passing thought was of her, she resurfaced. on a whim, i had bought a brand new Yamaha R1 , 1000 cc's of pure adrenalin and madness and it was not black and yellow...e go me fuckin... i knew how to handle myself on a bike but this was a beast of a machine so i rode around campus slowly... giving guys the impression i was flexing but it was just fear, plain and simple. i was drudging along when i saw her. and yes by all that is holy, she was the only person i know to date who can make a Polo T and cargo shorts look sexy on a girl.


i came to a halt, nearly toppling over yet no one saw it or that would have been the end. i called out to her and she looked puzzled... well, duh! i had a helmet over half my face and i was even astonished how she heard my yell. i took off the helmet like i was being paid to advertise something cool...when she saw me, she lit up, shook her head and walked casually over. so i do the obvious, posing like i didn't go looking for her and day dream about her all the time. damn! i could hear T-pain's I'm Sprung in my head right then. i asked how she had been and she goes on and on  about how she had to go to Lagos cuz her "man" had missed her and wanted so much to be with her, for three weeks?...ahia for this "man" dude?! i was starting to get pissed off by all this talk about some non existent idiot.



"really! hope you had fun" i said with a smile. as i started my machine, she looked at me perplexed, like i had said something she didn't expect... she jumps in front of the bike and i hit the brakes... "is that it? hope you had fun?" she asked with a hint of frustration... "oh! ma bad, love. did you think i was smitten because i spent 8 hours with you or because we kissed? please! wake up and smell the roses, as much as i might like you, your constant bantering is getting in the way and it is very unflattering".... "there are others who would die for the opportunity to be in my presence"...pointing at her friends, who were giggling and looking darn right silly.  "and yet i let you in...you had me at hello!"....  "your move, dear. let me know if you want me to stay because leaving looks like a great option right now".
she looked like she had her answer. she smiles so seductively and says... "i do have a sugar daddy, i use it discourage horny boys and it works, they always pussy out." she leans in to whisper '' sorry for testing you, thanks for standing your ground, needed someone with some back bone.".... hops onto the back of my bike wraps her arms round me...smiling to myself and humming R.Kelly's Skin, we rode ever so slowly into the sunset...at 2pm!


unfortunately... this was the beginning of the end...

Love...part 3

people... when i say people i mean single horny girls...always assume that since guys are always dogs when it comes to women, we can't be just friends, there is some truth to it. fortunately it was the opposite with Ij. how many girls can beat you at Fifa 10 and finish God of War in one sitting, yet can cook you a feast when she gets into the kitchen... she was a guy's girl and still mad hot in a dress, if you ever got her to wear one... i think the reason i was so drawn to her after our chanced encounter was because she looked at me like i was just human, just a regular guy who wanted one friend who didn't think about my bank statement before they said anything.

she was raw as hell yet the smartest capsule of beauty and sheer excellence...the kinda of girl you tell God in your prayers that he made one thing right in the messed up existence we call living. the night we met, we sat outside till dawn, talking about nothing and everything. how Nija was the best thing to happen to the entertainment industry of Africa, how Ghana was the most wonderful place she had ever lived and she had lived everywhere...the freedom, the crazy mannerisms of the people she met, their odd sense of hospitality and our relatively shorter, darker men...this was the best conversation i had been a part of in such a long time, it felt...blissful, i dare say i felt i had met my "one"... we sat on the gravel floor, with her back leaning and her head on my shoulder as we watched the sun rise...we were totally oblivious of the world around us. the moment was just right... "that's by far the most beautiful sunrise i have ever seen" she said, "and you made it even better". i just nodded, gazing into her eyes...and leaned in to kiss her.

she read my mind... the sun rays hit the side mirror of some crappy  96' Opel Vectra in the parking lot and threw a reflection on us and you could hear Samini's Hey Sexy Mama playing in the background right at the minute we locked lips. some might say it was a sign from the fates that we were destined to be together or something but all i remember was she tasted of sweet curry and Wrigleys gum...(for you ignorant lot, it's PK..aha ba!) i could hear angels singing the chorus to help Samini emphasize the moment...it was just...euphoric! we kissed for what seemed like an eternity, i didn't want to stop and i realised she didn't pull away either or even try. 

"Kwasiafo, aha na mo be di d>"? some idiot screamed... it made me laugh. we pushed back and stared at each other lustfully. "Wish you didn't have that paper today, really don't feel like moving from this spot" i whispered in her ear after she returned to her former position... she replied she felt the same way and could do with a good massage because she couldn't feel her bum or anything downwards...of course i offered to do it for her, you paa! we got up and walked towards her room, holding hands and looking sleep deprived but felt smug. we get to her door and she turns around, grabs me by the neck and proceeds to suck my face off. then she says ever so slightly, "i really like you, i really do". she moves away and opens her door and then said as she stands in the doorway... "you know we can't do this again, right"? i asked why and she goes "i have a man"...

Love...part 2

she walks over to Wazobia and starts cussing the khebab guy out... the girl was rattling in thick Igbo... i knew it was Igbo because, well because...ok, she told me later but whatever. my order was next and on the grill, i had been waiting patiently and this chick comes out of nowhere to claim it her portion from God, you must be mad!
i see the khebab guy give "my" meat to her and i walk over and say politely, "Oi love, seems there's a bit of a problem here, that's my order you have there"... i was about to add the "ain't it" when she hit me with " hold on Jor,? and then in perfect Queen's English, " i ordered this an hour ago... and in future whenever you want to impress some chicken-head babe, fake a better accent", then she walked off.

i can not tell you how i felt because i blacked out for about a minute before realizing that i was been laughed at by the bevy of girls at the food stand. i must have stood still for another thirty seconds before i mustered the courage or better yet the cowardice to go after her. it wasn't the food or the cash i had already given out, i could always get a different set, it was the fact that this girl had no idea, for some odd reason, who i was. and that excited me more than it had hurt my pride.

i broke into a jog to catch up to her, tapped her on the shoulder and she didn't even turn around to ascertain who it was. "yes! i don't think i can help you with your diction but i know a good grade school teacher who did wonders for my two year old cousin". i was blown away... the sheer gall of this woman to tell me off and with such ease. my nerves were at their limit and i was about to crack a skull. i cut infront of her, took a stand and let it rip..."look, woman, what you did was rude and uncalled for. i would be in my right mind to say really abusive things to you right now but you are not worth the energy". i took the package out of her hands and walked off to the nearest bin and dropped it in. "you could have asked politely and i would have gladly giving you priority, yet you thought being a totally *bleep*(ermm... some readers might be underage so a few words will be edited to keep the parents happy) would suffice, here, your feast awaits"

in hindsight, that was probably the most stupid thing i had ever done at that point in my life and yet i felt very good... she stood there in awe or some emotion i couldn't fathom and for a moment she said nothing, then she starts to laugh... "you have no idea who i am, do you?" she said. i thought to my myself why she would think i gave a flying *bleep* who she was... "nobody has ever done what you just did..." duh! then she begun to apologize, saying she had a term paper due the next day and she had been studying all day and not making any head way. and so i offered to get her something to drink and help calm her nerves down before she headed back to study. then, like an ass, i formally introduced myself... "the name's Alexander" i said. "Ijeoma" she replied.

Love...part 1

as corny as it may sound, i was in love once and i don't know if i will ever find it again... i had the best girl in the world and i still know deep down inside she still feels something for me...possibly hatred but something nonetheless.

it wasn't always like this...no! ok, let me start from the top... i had just got come back from London...(Jand for my Nija peps)...borga borga, and i was loaded. i had been gone four months working like a slave to make some change and as chance might have it i met some silly yet rich Oburoni who was willing to cater for all my needs, to the point of buying me a brand new Range and a weekly allowance to rival my father's salary... let's just say i had not a want in the world.

"fresh boy Chupa-Chops, ma lande". i didn't even go home from the airport, went straight to the habour to pick up my whop. all i was saying was this is year for me, my time to shine...i had the essential things the all material girls on campus wanted (first target)... the wheels, the loo, the MacBook Pro, the wardrobe to boot and charly "me naa abi den i fine small wey the 'London' weather make ma colour come kakra too". recipe for disaster!

blues skies welcomed me back to campus and with it the heat of the Ashanti sun. for some reason, the heat was unbearable and i made it a point to let everyone around me know so. my roommates could not get over the fact that i had car let alone a Range but they were mad happy for me because just the previous semester "gari saf den i dey wire for some", now i was the talk of town... the female species seemed to notice me now. i was no longer ' that boy', i had a name. i knew this would happen and i was prepared, i might have become a vain, shug-anything-that-dares prick but i still had my brains and the true friends who had my back when i had nothing got all the attention.the block, as we called it, was the place to be even before my new celebrity status but became much more because of it. my room Club 12i, the hub for all the hot chicks on campus to be at any given time. if you were looking for your girlfriend, she was probably ''fors-skinng" one of the boys to get to me.

days of endless fun became mundane and all i did was a repetition of the previous. there was no fun in flying you and your boys to Accra every weekend just to ball and come back in time for the test on Monday and then get back on the plane back to Accra...it became pointless, i had lost the zest for life... nothing seemed to be nice anymore. i would outside all night long to escape from the suffocation of the gold diggers and the stinking boys who hadn't bathed in days because they were playing Fifa throughout.

i would sit on the famed Short Wall, Dre Beats blazing the latest tunes through my ears, Marlboro Lights in one hand, Orangina in another and waiting on Wazobia to finish my order...well that night, like any other night, as i looked up through plume of smoke, there she was... walking fierce, long ass hair, Jordin Sparks figure, in bum shorts, Ralph Laurent polo tee, rocking brand new limited edition Jordan iD sneakers and...pause! she was cussing someone out in a language i couldn't understand...

Religion...

i was in church this afternoon and this just hit me...Inspiration... people write songs and, personally for me, hymns which have the hairs on the back of my head just stand and say the Lord's Prayer. some are so beautiful that it brings tears to my eyes whenever i hear them. songs like Here I Am To Worship by Darlene Zschech... boy, that song just gets me...

now here comes the doozie... these songs are based on the Christian God and the wonderful things He has done for man... here i am to worship, here i am to bow down, here i am to say you're my God... he is glorious and shameless, full of love and yet in his abundant love and name, man has committed the most atrocious crimes one can think of...

the holy of tribe of Israel were the first belittle every other country there was and they still do...no one was or is better than them and if you dared to say otherwise, their God would have your whole tribe wiped off the face of the earth...damn, that is love...

one of my closest friend has evolved from this realm of thought that it must be Allah or Jehovah who caused the world and the entire universe to have come into being...he is starting to sound very convincing. imagine this...most wars which have been documented were at some point started by a religion or based on religion. Muslims, Christians, Hindus, Buddhists and every other sect of people hide behind a godhead, purport ideas of honour and respect to a higher being and in his or her or it's name, call to arms and kill some body...

what i don't understand is how you say a deity is perfect and yet has the same flaws as humans...jealousy, hate and nepotism.

i would believe a father who deserve the praise and worship i hear in these songs should be one with no humanly blemish and of love which is transcendent of all possible human knowledge.

i believe there is a force which created this marvel we call existence...allowing it to evolve and grow and become something we have no means of understanding in a million years even if we tried our hardest, yet gives us the will to do so everyday...

i believe one day the truth will be revealed...but i shall continue to search for it...

Joy...jt...

the internet has given us, apart from porn and ways to pirate the wares of others, the chance to gain a wealth of knowledge which until the turn of the century were the privy of snotty nosed kids in some boarding school or high walled university library. 

it has given me a medium to put my thoughts into and to find several like minded individuals to share my "nonsense" with... hurray for Darwin and evolution...

this is my first post and there will be others... hopefully,  i will be able to sustain this, as i never usually end anything i start... American call it A.D.D, my dad says it's laziness...