Saturday, June 18, 2011

urgh!! fathers day.


i have been provoked once again by the never ceasing nagging of to-be husbands and fathers sitting on the radio and tv who want to create and force a Fathers day celebration revolution. Well, i dare say that it will never ever, as long as men take a shower and snakes ask "who's bad?" when they encounter humans, that Father's day will never match or parallel that of Mothers.
I will not go into the constant weak debative lines of men, talking about women carrying babies for 9 months so being much closer to children,sorry i went against my words.
I'll just give you two scenarios, you can observe from henceforth, confirm or share your account with me.
Case 1:
So this is me, i smuggled my way out of the house to play football(sounds like fun right, in my house, football is synonymous to dirt, alikoto, kpitinge, chaskele and the rest) for just thirty minutes. I must say, i have been warned on countless occasions like WWE does; NEVER TRY THIS IF YOU ARE A MEMBER OF THIS FAMILY.
So in one of my famous smuggle scenes, one where we won, i walk home and there she is; the tigress, Margarette Thatcher, waiting.Not just waiting, but with a rod in her hand, not just any rod but the iron rods of the nim tree(seeking whom to devour).
She calls me to come closer, fast forwarding, she created a revival in my insides.
I knew i had to get a redeemer there and then, just like you dream and you are being chased by Kyeiwaa or Dexter's evil sister DD. And you are running, as fast as you can, you ran and there she is right behind you, almost touching you like the woman did the hem of Jesus. And you need all the help you can amass, what do you do? Yeah right, you call on Jesus, even non-christians scream out Jesus and they know help is on the way.
So here i am, taking it all in, my mouth is ajar screaming out for all and sundry to come see that the tradition of colonialism started in families before the whites got to Africa and i screamed, called for a saviour, Maaaaaaaaa!!!!!
You say what? Yeah, i called her, she was the punisher and she was the first name that i could call. From that day, when i called my mum after all the whips, even with ADD i knew that mothers were special, you will still run to them, even when they are the enemy.
BEWARE:If you are a christian and the first name you mention when attacked by demons is not Jesus, please denounce your Christianity.

Case 2:
i visited a neighbour, like Margarette Thatcher,she was dishing out whips as you would enter numbers to make a call.Slow but sure it came, but this is what got me.
The woman,whipped the young lad and he cried pleading mercy, she said "no way." At a point, she picked a glass of coca-cola laying a table close by, took a sip and asked the chap, "you want some?" .You think she denied him, you are wrong, she handed him the glass and waited for him to gulp down. He delayed and she cried out, "Hurry up with drink and take the rest of your whips" Friends who does that, pleasure in punishment. After this, please tell me Father's day should be celebrated just like Mothers day and i'll put a rock in your head.

friends share daddy experiences:

Russel Peters
Sometimes, not often, a white kid comes in to our neighborhood, we see him and go like "White kid, I've heard so much about you." These kids come up and for like two weeks as they are there, we want to be like them and they give us this insane things to do, we know it'll be signing our death warrant but we wanna be white even for a day(well, I'm killing the chew and pour spirit so this is my account of the Russel story. Still pure; from a mad man to another mad man).
So this kid tells us to threaten to call social services anytime our parents threaten to beat us and i take the challenge. That night, my dad asks me to go do the dishes, and i say, "Well you have hands, you can do you it yourself!" He asks, "Are you talking to me?" I say, "yes." He looks at me and says "Someones gonna get hurt real bad. Someone. Someone. I don't know who it is but i guess you know." That's what he always says, someone, you knew it was you but he'll never say you, he'll give you this hope that it wasn't you and bamm!!! you are someone.
So, he tries to hit me and i threaten to call social services.i say, "If you hit me, i'll call social service and they'll come and pick you up and lock you up for a long time" and he calls my bluff. "Well yes. I know they'll take me away for a long time but i know that it'll take them 25 minutes to get here. In those 25 minutes, someone is gonna get hurt real bad"

Chris Rock
In this day and age, its very easy to become a daddy, government and loud-mouthed citizens are blabbing all day about how there are so many single women with no help, their daddies away or unknown. Well, that's a lie. It's so easy being a dad these days, all you have to do is stick in there long enough to just come and voila you are a dad, it's as easy as farting when no one is watching. You are a dad way before she realizes she missed her period, you are a dad way before she says, "did you put that in me?" .And there you are, confused asking yourself what do you do.
CAUTION: Never suggest abortion to her, let her figure it out herself. In times like this, you just go to her look her in the eye and ask," What are you going to do about it?" and just wait. She'll take it over to the girl-group court and decide there and then what happens to it.
If you suggest abortion and the court does not second your judgement, next time you're in the neighbourhood, you see your kid coming up the street, you ask "Hey whats up? How're you doing?"
He'll look you dead in the face and scream,"I'm alive. What the fuck do you think. I'm alive, you wanted me dead. I should put a bullet in your head right about now bi-a-tch"
That my friends is why Fathers day will never parallel that of mothers. I'll end by saying that if it was Fathers day and my son bought me a Cadillac, i'll run it through the wall. That boy thinks he's got money, so he buys a Cadillac to show off on me.Nonsense!! Wants to take my wife away from me with that.

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

a good thing

After days, sorry self, i'll take it again.
After years of imprisonment, subjected to a lifetime of uniforms, made to sit in a class of smart-heads and nutcases i can say i have graduated. That i can say like the one-lined politicians of Ghana, is a step in the right direction. No more having to wake up to theories that still show us as colonies, no more .....
But i woke up today and realized that even after escaping the everlasting snare of the educationist i am a loner. Go ahead and judge a book by its cover, say i don't have friends because i have a Shaka Zulu face, say it serves me right cos i lack the height of the sexy-eyed gentle giant, say all the best because i lack the sweet scented lyrical-posterity of our very own all-die-be-die. Say all you wish, i will not take your place and fret about your rantings which are in a way related to me. I say thank you though because in the small 24 hours that the time miser has given you, you use at least five minutes to read my appearance, 15 minutes to make analysis and the little time left to draw conclusions good and sensible enough to be uttered to mankind. For such service, showing that i matter in this densely populated universe i want to say thank you. That's enough acknowledgment for the haters.
So, waking up realizing that i am a loner and in all those years where decisions have been made for me i decided to make something of my life. ON MY OWN!!!!!! So i looked through myself. Looked through the codes of my life, well i'll admit that it was in an unreadable or encrypted format so i sought for help in the good book. The book by the maker of mankind.
Being a lazy reader and not having enough time to read all 66 books of the Bible, i resorted to the chapter that talks in nuggets; Proverbs. It was in there that i found what i had to do.
Proverbs 18:22 Whoso findeth a wife findeth a good thing, and obtaineth favour of the Lord.
I read this and cried the African version of eureka; odem! Lips touched ears, eyes widened(sorry Asians i think this cannot happen ever in your life), heart pumped as if stabbed by the supporter-wearing Fulani-boy called Cupid, my mind went hay-wire like a fast-forward pressing of a remote button, going through the balding phases of Einstein. I had found it,a way to kill two stones with one bird. Did i actually think that? Yes i did, as my first act of rebellion to all that educationist pumped in.
so i started what i call Project Find A Wife.

Project: Find A Wife
5. Get Married (Project Accomplished; Wife found)
4. Propose giving her no choice than to say yes ( Do u .... want to marry me or do i marry you?)
3. Get a girlfriend ( Well i've seen boys live under the boy-girl Avatar-ed world of a relationship. There they are thinking she is a girlfriend and there she is telling her friends, Oh he's just my friend, we just hang out often.And she means it.)
2. Go on a date
1. Find a lady.

So here i am, after succeeding to write a Find A Wife Plan without any formal training, i look at my first bulletin which is to find a lady.
As freshman which i am, as loner here i stand, confused and lost in the world. I went searching for help in the self-help books. As if God wanted me to obtain favour even before finding a wife, i found a book. It explained and said a lot but it gave me my first test.
What do you do?
Here you are, you see the lady you want to find, what do you do?
3 options;
1. Be a loser.Sit and watch
2. Buy her a drink like all the other guys will do?
3. Club her over the head and drag her home?
Don't say the book didn't say that, first its me reading. Second, its none of your business. lastly i like multiple choice questions, so when i saw the options i looked through for others, well there were no other. So here i am at present with three do-able tasks. Let me also add that its a self-help book, with these books you read taking up the task as they arise, you DO NOT finish reading before acting.
So i retire with self, looking to God if i should take a gentle Cain-like venture and club her, be Alan-k and buy her not just a drink but the bottle too or be the best loser which is a cheerleader, get off my seat and scream
Give me an I ............. I
Give me a LOVE ............. LOVE
Whose love do i want ........ YOURS (Pointing to her)
I retire, in a deep state of thought.

Monday, June 13, 2011

life in the shanks

my first post,

in life we always want to start from a place of convenience, no rush, just being cool and taking it all in. A place where u make decisions without pressure and shoot off.
So my first post is of the place of convenience.
Some will call it the "shankies", others the "white house", well the mannered and cultured want to name it the restroom but hey, it all comes back to one simple and beautiful word; TOILET.
I start from here bcos i want to make a point.
The toilet is some place, in fact a small place its just u, u r d only life in there. its safe, its private and u just get 2 b u. i don't want to get into the mysteries of the sounds and memories that it possesses, i'll stick to the graffiti. The honest messages people write there, don't say u didn't write there cos u did or son will do it cos u always get tempted when u get in there.
Its only in the toilet that lonely boys n maybe girls share their names to the world, n say "me too, i was here some"' Its only in the toilet that people express themselves.
There have been amazing captions there but one that struck me hard was that which read; Please take your time in writing otherwise next time we'll not have space to write.
That my friends is the beauty of toilet artistry.The message is short, talk from your heart, don't talk too much, let the message be as filled as the words of Jesus but also as short as a poem. That my friend is the first lesson i learnt in my journey as a freshman in the toilets.

welcome

i officially welcome me and my friend called self to this blog. Here, i'll b very honest, straight to the point and say it as it is. This whole concept was thought of by self so i really have no hand in it, i'll just try and make him talk sense from day to day.
Don't ask questions cos we live in d now.
Don't ask me what i said yesterday cos its today
Don't ask me what i said this morning cos it afternoon or evening
Don't ask me what i said a minute ago cos its minutes past and gone
Don't ask, just be self for a moment and understand.
Welcome.