The self-inflicted punishment of being beautiful the artificial way

If beauty is indeed priceless, why do some women ‘waste’ so much money on products and services to enhance their natural beauty?

Clearly, there is a disparity between the definition of beauty during the Kwame Nkrumah era and now.

Ghanian Dishes: How to prepare the best among all African dishes

Fufu and goat light soup

Before I begin, let me emphasize that I am a food addict, I love to try new recipes every now and then but Ghanaian dishes are the best on the African continent.

To quote myself, “some Ghanaian dishes are like pizza, very tasty and healthy even when they look like they might not”.

Pregnancy truths: From morning sickness to relationship paranoia, what to expect when you’re expecting

Testing positive for pregnancy is the greatest feeling ever if you are expecting to be a mother.

The joy of motherhood drives same sex couples to adopt day old babies due to the significant roles children play in our lives.

No doubt the world pays much reverence to women during mother’s day celebration.

International Women’s Day: What women really want

As today marks International Women’s Day, we celebrate and show appreciation to prominent, industrious and caring women for their contribution to their family, society and country as a whole.

The world is gradually embracing the fact that women are very pivotal to every country’s development from procreation, nurturing and advising children to being better leaders of the society.

Dear Black People

What is wrong if a young woman wears an anklet?

Our leaders are always pictured in beads around their ankle during functions as part of their regalia which the crowd admired.

Wearing anklet adds flare to one’s outfit.

HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY

They say “Blood is thicker than water”

Others passionately say with dignity “This is my blood, my family”

She agrees with all these theories but her little quota and legacy is that “we are all children of Adam and Eve and we are family”

She continues to say names are just words, if you do not have her surname does not mean you are not her child.

BEFORE I DIE

Such a relief!

Prison is hell, unbearable and a crawling animal is more useful and has liberty.

I was behind bars and entangled in this world’s tabernacles  

Oh my God, I have wasted my youthful days

Oh my poor soul, what have I done to you.

I was blessed with wisdom but instead I effortlessly used it for earthly things.

I was such a fool I could have used my house as a place for believers to worship God instead of organizing events for people to engage in immoral acts.

Blessed is the man that mediates on the laws of God day and night, hmm my day and night was used for shopping, searching every needle hole for the latest fashion trends to take pictures.

THE MEN WE MARRY

BIGGA BREAKFAST

Always staring at the door

Even in my slumber, my eyes are widely open and ears are very sensitive, anxious to rush to that door and get that warmth welcome and kiss from my man.

I sleep walk to check if the fire is ablaze, water in the pot is enough for his bath and his food is safe from rodents.

I wake up to prepare his breakfast and pack his bag before the first preacher’s siren is heard.

THE MASKED MAN

He talks like a parrot, very eloquent and pleasing to the ears like the sound of a flute but very deceiving like the weather and a package of lies.

His words are twisting and brainy like playing chess, optimistic and convincing like the future.

Just like a dog, he throws up and licks it. Look at him and analyse his promises, as dry and empty as an abandoned dessert.

He smells your vulnerability, bites and sucks it like a vampire leaving you to die. Interestingly he ambitiously tricks you to deport your family.

Just like a lizard excretes black and white feces, consider him as the magic man: everything he gives has a price.

MY ASHANTI QUEEN

I have seen your smile;
Your lips veined in a crescent
And your gaze, a twinkle 
Fixing me benumb

My Ashanti Queen
Under your spell I wait
As you weld my heart,
Fusing my hub
To your heart of gold

As you induct me
Upon manifold tales of your glance:
Forlorn and torn
Mournful and lorn

IN A MINUTE

The phone rang and my heart beats increased

The once cheerful voice I loved to listened everyday stammered

The thoughts were crumbled, entangled and I shivered

The soulless shadow moved fast, bidding good bye, re echoing over and over to my troubled ears

The wind whirled when I peeped through the windows

Holding the handset, I gasped; fear and sorrow embraced me as if at the sight of a roaring lion

Sweat gradually dripping to my feet.

STORY OF A STRUGGLING WOMAN IN PICTURES

Fausia is a mother of 3 who struggles to make ends meet
picture speaks louder than words see for yourself.
upload of video will be up soon.....stay on aksarthur.blogspot.com

 

 

REDEMPTION

Where did you come from?

Life unexpected journey made me vulnerable

Victim of bully, child labour, peer pressure and prey to men and women

Drugs and alcohol was my best allies to forget my plight after hovering my body on the scorching sun to make ends meets.

Sleep is for relaxation but night time is meant for learning

Eradication of poverty through hard work was accompanied by frequent suspension and dismissal

Ties were loose, no friends for the poor and the gentle voice was lost

I LOVE YOU

The world always dreams of making life easy, fun and peaceful.
Despite all the grace and pleasures that life has given me, I look skeletal
I pray, fast and sleep in pool of tears, gasping in anticipation for your coming.
You appeared like the rainbow yet you came to stay with a heart as big as Mountain Everest
So caring, so loving, so meticulous of the little details I ignore in my endeavors