Chronicles of AJ

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...