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...