Chronicles of AJ

End Of Term    So soon a term which seemed like a long journey on the first day is coming to an end. Funny enough, the teacher himself is full of joy which should have rather been the mood of his pupils. Standing just by a student who is busily putting pen to paper. Fully concentrated on what she is writing, I could feel a strange look of difficulty from her pen. What other paper might they be writing than "almighty" Mathematics.     When I was young and untill now it has been a general view that "Maths" is not for the feminine. Its seems funny to me because I have seen real boys who run for their lives whenever this subject of calculations comes up. With all these thoughts, I reflected on my days at primary school where u feel that "unnecessary pressure" of a teacher-friend standing by you looking critically at your paper. I think I will be her worse teacher for those few seconds staring at her paper. Feeling the sweat in her fingers holding her pen, I ...

As to why I have not written in so long a time baffles me. It was only yesterday I promised to write the next day and some how it has been months. I have finally accepted that I'm big on procrastination. (shakes head dramatically). A lot has indeed happened in my life. I completed school, begun my National Service Registration in August and just so you know, it was hell. The long queues at dawn, the stampedes and human traffic on a dusty field, the long wait in the rain,these are some of the ways to describe the strenuous process known as NSS Registration.  As though that was not enough I was posted to a ghost library, yes ghost library. The place didn't exist. Imagine my frustrations when I had to go through the entire process only to realize that the place didn't exist. I was so close to tears. Well to cut it short, I eventually got a friend to change it for me and I chose to teach. You heard right, I chose to teach instead of sit in an air conditioned office and draw fl...

What time is it?. Almost four O'clock and the sun is readying up to set at the west. I'm really bored watching television. Haven't heard from her in a while. Perhaps she might be busily streaming movies online. It's cool though, what could one do than to keep occupied in this world of loneliness. My eyes even strain sitting behind the technological device for many hours since morning. Big bro has been lying in his room watching series of movies on his laptop. Mine is faulty and I had no other choice than to make companionship with the T.V. But I'm fed up for the day watching a motionless device plugged and showing pictures of humans for me. From one technological device to the other, I then took my phone into my room to enjoy some real African music. That's what I mostly do when Idle and not talking to her on phone. With a headset and lying on my bed, I listened to some music. Dancing to rhythm and tunes I kept nodding my head with eyes closed. After a couple...

I'm boiling with rage. I just do not understand some ladies. And honestly I don't think I ever will. You continue to remain in a relationship where you are tolerated and not valued. You lower all you principles just to make it work. No attention, no care, no respect, nothing. And to add insults to injury he keeps on making you feel less of yourself by highlighting your flaws and shortcomings as though he is perfect. (A cheek of it) Even a pet can love and treat you better than this.  I don't know why you said yes in the first place but I strongly believe it wasn't because you wanted to be used as a cook, a washing machine, a sex machine or a maid. (with no monthly salary too)   You continue to make excuses for them. "They will change. I just need to love them more. I just need to patience with him. Maybe if i stop talking to that friend he dislikes, he will see how committed I am." He says he doesn't want other guys looking at you, so he insists you tr...

      Almost every Ghanaian has at some point in their educational journey written about their country. I recall how passionate we were, trying to find good things to say about Ghana. Even though the only people who were going to read our essays were our teachers, we endeavored to give it our best. We couldn't write about Ghana and exclude this line, "Ghanaians are hospitable". It run through almost all our essays. Indeed during my primary school days, Ghana was a hospitable country.      Ghana was that place where you could sit in a commercial vehicle and struck up a conversation with someone you had just met. Ghana was the place where you could meet someone on the pavement of Accra and start discussing the latest episode of "Storm over paradise". A place where we would rather talk and argue than resort to violence. That was my Ghana.Today I wonder if we can proudly say that line, "Ghanaians are hospitable".      For d...