ZINDAGI

Hi there and welcome back!😊  Honestly, to say that I have missed you would be an understatement. 😄... Mental Note to self: seriously look for a catchy sentence that will effortlessly convey my love and longing for my incredible family here 😉....Anyway, where did we get to the last time?.... Ahaaa,  Phyll was going to tell Eloise he loved her... 😋 Ps: If you still haven't read the first chapter, you can catch up to speed by clicking this link   Now that we are all caught up,  let's check up on the two lovebirds 😉 That day I had gone over my 'I love you and would you be my beloved' speech over and over and all the vocabulary I knew from when I was born came to good use.  I rehearsed the manner in which I was going to do the presentation in front of the mirror in my room so many times that you would have thought I had an interview for a multi million dollar job. That should tell you you how much I loved her. Eloise. The thought of her was enough to

  Here's an interesting guest feature by Kofi Acquah, a prolific poet and spoken word artist.  Enjoy! 😉😍😍 Not until the fire burns a dead body into ashes,  shall darkness lay the bed of captured souls The past hour rippled urines of empty life in crippled circles and kingdoms_ this minute is emptying the streams of sweat on the cheeks of yesterday   Jump into the skies of ascending smoke with the smock and  inhale a mixed universe of unseen whispers of the old.   Fan the set fire of woods with your mouth_and the eyes will teach the tear duct how to: shed tears, become red  and strengthen the heart in the oval shaped tunnel of life.   The lantern is here— so see the stealers run at night in somersaulting feelings.   See the king beckoning through the smoke.  Kofi Acquah © #TheVilageThinker

Hi there!... Namaste!... I am sorry to Say this but I couldn't post my BloggerView this Monday due to....well the person I had wanted to interview couldn't come through but don't despair... Here's a little something I have written to appease you.  It actually started out as a string of status updates and my friends said it was humouros.  I figured it'd be pretty bad if I didn't share with my awesome family here 😊 so here I go... But quickly,  enough about me, how have you been?😆😍 The sun shone at that time always. Just as it was wont to. And when you were a day student, who commuted from home to school every day, 9 o'clock in the school always found you at the infamous "mini-mart " It was this very particular place that afforded you the chance at the practical application of the various economic theories you had studied in class. The mini mart at my school had a variety of food for sale but the best ones were always the ones with que

Hi there peeps,  thanks for reading the Uncharted too Yesterday!...You guys give me purpose 😊😅😍.  But if you've still not read it yet, you can find it here  http://zindagi46.blogspot.com/2018/01/uncharted-too-sequel.html Like always,  today is FOLLOWER SUNDAY so meet our top follower for this week! 😁 He goes by the name of Boakye Boateng Hayford!(Yaaaay... Crowd chants 😁😁🙌🙌🙌 Hayford!.. Hayford!... Hayford!)  And here is who he is in his own words:   "Boakye Boateng Hayford,  loves to always find reason to act. I have passion for journalism and politics but as I'm growing, politics seems too dirty for me.  I hope to always find happiness anywhere I am and I aspire to be a great journalists whose work will always motivate others to respect and cherish that profession." In his own words too, his aspirations for the blog entails these: "I really want the whole wide world to really know about  the blog.. And I know soone

Hi there peeps... I haven't posted in a while,  forgive me. So about two things happened these past few days : 1. We experienced a power outage over here so my phone's battery had died.  2. I had also been trying to study and read more writing books to improve my writing.  And if you still haven't read the first part, you can find it here I'm still trying to work on the comments box as some of you amazing people have brought it to my notice that you have been finding it difficult to comment...  I'd like to dedicate this piece to Mohammed Ibrahim who has followed this journey avidly.  Asalam my brother! 😀 Now there,  enough about me,  how have you been? 😘😘....   "Meet me at Kodjo's Cafe at 8 pm today in the evening...we need to talk!" Sarah's message simply read.  Yalley spent a great part of his cognitive processes thinking about the various instances one might use the phrase, " we need to talk ". First to come to his m

Hi !we reached our first one thousand views ! 😇😀😀😀🙌 I started this blog less than three weeks ago and today,  with the "Etched" post, which you took time out your busy schedule to come here to read, we have reached a thousand views! That's way too awesome for me to downplay or not appreciate!😊 It has been you guys all along,  you who come to read because I am your friend,  you who come to read because I'm your kinsman and most especially you who come to read just because! And also not forgetting the silent readers,  I see all you guys paaa.. S3 you know I got agents in BNI then tins. 😁😂 You guys bring tears to my eyes....I never thought these beautiful nonsense as some would call it( I acknowledge you Naa Awula ...wosop?! )😂 that I posted could captivate even one person and yet you guys have given me more than I could ever ask for. 😅 I love you guys so much and you're the best readers anybody could ever ask for !...Have I said I lov

Okay so starting off with our "Series Wednesdays ", me and my procrastinating self along with my good friend @ Awurabena Amponsah of  www.thecreatars.wordpress.com  have written this series.   It was quite exciting because we took turns writing chapters and sent them to each other over whatsapp.  One wrote a chapter without the other knowing fully well what ending the other had in mind😂...All in all,  here we are with our little tale!...It was spontaneous and we enjoyed writing it.... We hope you enjoy reading  it too!😋 Ps: I have missed you guys so much!😍😍😍                                  ETCHED                                   CHAPTER 1 "What is the difference between classical conditioning and operant conditioning?" Mr. Fiagbe's voice bawled out in the half empty -half full college auditorium. "Anyone...somebody ...yesss you Dwomoh"he said pointing at me. "I have....i have..." "You have...you have..." "

Once, here was innocent of envy Once, here never stirred a frenzy Once here, hands moulded the levy Nothing imposed,nothing heavy Once, words and exchanges were lucid And nothing suffered being hidden Like the tiny,black ant Under the black stone In the middle of dark nights,so dark Dug deep a fear a well of one-eyed tears That which I tried to have them hear Bleaked, blurred in vision Blended and overshadowed by our missions Once held in a strong,fistful fang escapes through an explosion,a bang! Under the sun fates loosely hang Sakor Inusah Musah© (UHAS)  sakorunik@gmail.com

Over the week,  I caught up with Efo Dela for an interview which he was far too kind to oblige. Now for those of us who may not know who this sensational young man is, It us my utmost pleasure to introduce him to you. Efo Dela is a Computer Engineer, sometimes blogger, sometimes social media enthusiasts but always a  lover of words, reading or writing them. Read more of Dela's works on his blog:  efodela.blogspot.com  and you can also follow him on twitter via the handle @Amegaxi.  He describes himself as an "unrepentant cynic, recently diagnosed with a debilitating case of sarcasm." His satiric pieces have been featured on GraphicOnline and Some of his poems on MyJoyOnline. Now let's delve into the interview! 😁 The Interview .   Efo, it is the utmost pleasure of our little family here  to have you here for this interview.  Thank you and welcome again. The Questions. Zindagi :Who is Efo Dela? Efo : Efo Dela is a lover of words and how they ca

I have decided to dedicate every Sunday to honour the top follower of the blog during the week. This week's top follower is Mr. Agbodzah Acolatse Sena Devine Junior. Congratulations man!!! 😁😁🙌 Devine is an ambitious Young gentleman who believes in positivity. He finds interest in anything that gingers him to soar higher in all aspects of life. And in his own words; "I wish your blog brings brings an ideal impact on the lives of our youthful generation in areas of education, religion, love etc" And you can find him on Facebook by searching his very name... He's an aspiring motivational speaker too and he inspires me every day. 😊Thanks Bro for being a part of our growing family here 💗👪😍😁

     "I love you... I would like to marry you someday ," Yalley whispered to Sarah as they sat together at the back of the midnight bus that was conveying them both back to Campus. Of course Sarah sat there stunned by this sudden confession from Yalley. "This is ...so... sudden," Sarah stuttered. "Not to me... I've wanted to say that since the very first day I met you.. I just didn't want to (gestures like a mad person) come off like a crazy person " Yalley mumbled as they both laughed at the thought. "Can I think about it and tell you tomorrow? "  "Sure," Yalley answered. "And you won't take it badly if my answer is 'no' right? " Sarah enquired with concern spread across her smooth oval face. "naaa, " Yalley responded cooly with a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. Silence then crept into their midst as the bus glided along the Accra streets. Sitting beside her, Yalley conte

    Jane Austen once wrote, " I declare after all there is no enjoyment like reading! How much sooner one tires of any thing than of a book! -- When I have a house of my own, I shall be miserable if I have not an excellent library."   Reading... What is it about it? ...what's so unique about this simple seven-letter word that drove Jane Austen to write such emotionally filled words?...How true are those words and is  what she posited still relevant now?... The answer is a big YES!   A very long time ago,  long before the advent of TV's and radios and the electronic machines that convert and reconvert signals to and from  0's and 1's,  reading had been the "it" thing. People of all colour, caste and ethnicity were avid readers with voracious appetites for books. Lately however, it has become increasingly challenging to pick up a book and silently sit still to pore over it. Various activities demand our time and other resources so much so that by th

   I saw him in that blistering sun Eyes haggard, hair jagged I wondered, "whose son? " His bone structure had questionable integrity  And I wondered if his head would give way under the load His master for the hour yelled "hurry!" Then paces quickened and my heart leapt!  Oh God!  the boy looked like one who hardly slept Amidst yells of "make way!...I'm coming through! " The boy trudged to his destination finally The ungrateful master gave him a few pesewas.  The boy with a grateful heart sauntered to join  the other boys ,perpetual natives of the streets.  The sun scowled brilliantly on his discoloured hair And boy's nightmare began again.  By : Owusu F. Michael 

 There are a lot of talented budding poets and writers in Ghana and Inusah Sakor Musah is in a class all by himself... He presents his poetry with deep soulful mastery as well as neo-intellectualism that nourishes your mind and soul... Visit  www.thecreatars.wordpress.com  to check some of his other works...He calls this one "Careful Mate;My End Of Semester Lessons!.... Enjoy 😉 Stanza 1: Mr. Lumor And here comes Mr. Lumor He has this sense of humour That we all know to be a ridiculous tumor Whose symptoms we feel when he thinks we spread about him some rumours Careful mate, do not get over the moon by his dances For it is to the tunes of your failure​ that he dances His every move is inspired by the rhythm of the thought that your ignorance spikes above the roof. By :Sakor Inusah Musah

  Hi there,  my name is Owusu Frimpong Michael but most of my college buddies call me "Mr Bean" . You and I know very well that the beast called "oguaa" is nearly upon us and with this post I would like to share with y'all some strategies I have used that have worked. It doesn't matter whether you are a freshmen or perhaps a step away from graduation, these strategies I assure you when applied correctly will help you kick ass so much in this semester's and other semester's exams ,the question papers will beg for mercy! Step 1: Planning Your Battle Strategy   You have heard it being said through the ages that if you fail to plan, you plan to fail. This also applies here and is as a matter of fact quite pertinent if you hope to shake a lot of A's from the "oguaa " tree. It doesn't really matter if you've studied your course content from the very beginning of the semester or you have just waited for the two weeks prior to t

She smiles and its like I'm comfortably watching from my screens a telenovela Eloise, my sweet fat Valentina You are beautiful and obese, not beautiful but obese, you antagonise that beast Your frown when they call you fat is like some Adonko bitters commercial I always skip For all you are is what has dipped me wakeless into a lake of a feeling safe from gyp The eternities you spend just to find that dress that may fit But ludicrous they that never know their comments are but blips And that I'm blind to these hungry, slim girls dangling their deficient hips See how their comments hover you to the gym How you complain of the pains your knees endure while they carry your weight But like the cross you feel their sins are hours to bear to prove your love to me with strength and faith  By:InusahWrites

     SHELLED Something for me, Something to hold. A safe haven for us, A place to call home. Here, all our fears and desperate trepidations Are woven in an intricate pattern borne in the Minds of wise old fools in deep meditation. Here they piously let hope flourish , burn a tad bit brighter, only to vanquish it. Here our way of life is a perpetual La Mode Perpetrated to the very frail fringes of eternity. Here, unspeakable deeds are performed in full  spectacle of the populace But who dares question it? And so we remain coiled and stuffed in this  Illusionary organic casing we have created for ourselves. Our internal organs bathed by blood set aboil By fearful emotions we dare not let escape. And thus for all the wrong purposes become we, Shelled. By Owusu F.  Michael

     Tapping away at his keyboard, he leaned in close, squinting at the image before him. He was in a plaid shirt and looked like he had been waiting for quite some time. Running a hand across his face, he slumped back into his seat, reclining in the wicker chair. Even sitting, he looked quite tall, his legs crossed at the ankles, and still engaged with his phone. At the chime of the glass crystals at the café front, he turned expectantly, and then slumped back into his seat, his forehead creasing into a frown. Glancing at his watch, he muttered some indistinct words and began fiddling with the frayed ends of the checkered tablecloth. In about two minutes into the inaudible monologue he was engaged in, he turned at the chime, and formed an inaudible word on his mouth, his eyes wide and bright. Gripping the edge of the table, he stood up unsteadily and walked towards her. Paul: I was not surprised that Akua was twenty minutes late. Again. Like she’d been for all our six years of me