Oil In Ghana

Ghanaians seem to be reacting positively to the news of the discovery of oil off the coast of Ghana. I myself am a bit apprehensive about the side issues this might cause. Do we really want a scenario where locals start holding oil workers hostage? Do we want a situation where foreigners make all money there is to make from the oil industry while the locals starve?

None of the above scenarios scare me more than a few Ghanaians making shitloads of money off the oil and having political aspirations. The last thing we want is rich politicians who'll have no other aim than to stay rich and get richer.

Maybe it's just me being afraid of change as usual but admittedly, Ghana's economy has been doing well so far without the oil. Prez. Kuffuor has described the discovery as "a shot in the arm", I suppose, akin to adrenaline. Well we've been driving well so far so this shot in the arm might not be needed. I could make us acutely aware of everything on the road and get us to our destination faster... or send us crashing into the barriers at the next corner cos we're moving too fast.

In other news, Prez. Bush has put a proposal before the US Congress to create an Arbitration Committee to help in resolving family disputes in Ghana

Back By Popular(ish) Demand

Last time you heard from me, I'd gone and chopped off all my hair and was looking like a newly released prisoner. I'm letting my hair grow again but on the looks side, I'm afraid there still no clear distinction between a newly released prisoner and I.

I'll just get straight to the point. Since you last heard from me:

1. I turned 25. This makes me mathematically closer to 30 than I am to 20. It also means I cant date a 19 year old without being seen as a sleazy old man. That also means I have the worries and responsibilities of a 25 year old man... I think. I'm just far too busy sorting out and keeping my life on track to have time for this blogging business.

2. I naturalised as a British Citizen. It was about 2 years overdue but i finally got my shit together, with a lot of help from Ef and finally put my application in. Luckily I managed to get my application before they introduced the rip-off fees. (I'd link to it but I need you to get used to this Lazy Blogger mode that I'm in). Planning to apply, applying and getting it approved went smoothly for the most part except when having lost my old Ghanaian passport cam back to haunt me. Someone at the IND (I think they're called BIA now -- that's what all the money they collect goes into: name changes).. well someone at the IND ignored everything I'd already written in my application about not having the old passport and insisted I provide it. It delayedeverything by another couple of weeks but I got everything sorted out and had the ceremony on the 18th of May.

I have a few gripes about all the ways in which they tried to squeeze money out of you when you apply. I understand they cant make a loss with the system but some of the ways they try to get more money off you is just taking the piss. Consider the "Life in the UK" test for instance. Why couldnt they have provided a PDF file for download on the website as they do with everything else regarding the application process. Instead they have to squeeze £10 out of you for the privilegde of proving that you can pass a test that proves nothing whatsoever about your knowlegede about life in the UK. tseeew!

Well being as resourceful as I am. I managed to get hold of a PDF copy of the book but still had dish out the fee to take the test. As a big FU to the man, anyone that needs the life in the UK PDF can just email me and I'll send it to them for free for evaluation purposes only.

On the night before the ceremony , I had to go stay in Tottenham where I'm still officially registered. I didnt want to take a risk being late for this and potentially being hit with another fee to pay at the last minute. My sister was then 7 days overdue for her 4th child (I know. She seems to be permanently pregnant) and was in labour. Akos is notoriously known for having her babies on days of significance.. ok maybe just once. Her 2nd and 3rd share the same birthday... but i was getting excited about her possibly having the baby the next day. Will get to this later.

At the ceremony itself it was really funny seeing all the black people opting to swear to God and the Eastern European-looking crowd who I assume were Muslim chose to swear an oath. Maybe I was reading too much into it but I didnt like that we the oath swearers were given a red card to read from the the God-brigade were given blue cards. Red=Hot=Hell, Blue=Cold=Cool=Heaven. The ceremony itself I think was another pointless excercise in all this as I could easily have been done without. I didnt learn much from it other than knowing what the Mayor of Haringey looks like: Not good, but I suppose she's not elected to look good. :)

I'm in the final stages of applying for the British Passport so I suppose that would be the proper end to all of these nationality and immigration proceedings. Now if you'll excuse me I have a game of croquet to play and a few cuppas, y'get me, mate?

3. As you've probably figured out by now, I am an uncle again. This time courtesy of my sister Akos.

Just in case you'd lost count let me remind you again.

Edmund - 3 Nieces
Harry - 1 Niece, 1 Nephew
Akos - 4 Nieces

As you can see, it would cost a lot of money if I were being a good uncle to all of them.

My sister's last is called Nana Afia Adowaa. The one before her, Nana Pokua is currently here visiting so Adowaa should have some company for a while.

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On other fronts, Ef and I are doing very well. One of the reasons why I blog less, I suppose is because it's much more fun to spend time with her than to be writing entries so you can blame me. Apparently though I cant eat my cake and have it as she's the loudest voice calling for me to resume blogging. We've did Rome together for Easter and that has been a huge catalyst for me to resume blogging. We have all these pictures sitting there that need commentry to go with it. Only problem is that this server support all the pictures I'd like to put on. The plan which already been set in motion is to resume doing something with dotfotos.com. So ja, you should soon see a few changes on this site... a full redesign to get rid of all the crap on the sidebars and to keep the colors to a minimum.

dotfotos.com will have a gallery installation and a photolog of its own and i see myself paying more attention to the photolog.

I'm well overdue for going back to Ghana and plan on doing it with Efuwa this December. It's all been set in motion. Tickets bought, activities planned... it's just a matter of waiting till December.

I still havent met Ef's parents so it should be exciting stuff. I'll try not to pee my pants and hope everything goes well. Keep you eyes peeled people good things will be soon upon us ;-). We're working on Efuwa moving over to the UK hopefully before the end of this year as well as other bigger things but as with all things immigration, it is a minefield to explore.

Finally, I suppose I have to tell y'all that I've moved away from Dagenham and live across the road from where I work. I'll get you pictures from outside my window soonish.. right about when the picture gallery goes properly live. It only takes about 5 minutes to work which means I can sleep much more and can take some proper time out to enjoy my Xbox 360.

With Halo 3 coming an' all... what better time to move than now?

Enough of stealing company time. (One more reason why I will be slow around here)

All Gone -- A new beginning

Super Eagles Don Catch Bird Flu

From the FIFA website, the heading reads "Ghana hammer Nigerians in London". Surely there has been a mistake as it should be "Ghana Bum-Rapes Nigeria, 4 Times". And a rather public bum-rape it was too. Ghana started scoring and couldnt stop. Granted, Nigeria arent as good as some of the teams we played in the world cup but you can only beat what's in front of you right? Yup! So Ghana's unbeaten record since the world cup still stands and now a lot of teams will quake in their boots at the mention of the Black Stars.

it was pure heaven watching the Ghanaian midfield control the game and outplay their Nigerian counterparts last night. As always, me and the boys went to support the team.

There was a few minutes of scary antics by the Ghanian defence in letting Obi Mikel through in the first half but nothing that coudnt be taken care of by a quick chanting of "Ee-zay! Ee-zay" as Richard Kingston pawed away their tame shots.

We wouldnt soon find out though that it seemed the Nigerians had come on half a tank as Ghana took control of the midfield and in so doing, the match! It didnt matter that my toes were freezing... I still beat on my drum and screamed at the top of my voice in response to the Ghana Jama. Awesome stuff too cos this time (unlike the one vs Australia) I saw every goal as it happened. I seem to have finally figured out a way to drum, dance and shout and still keep an eye out for the match.

The fun didnt stop there though. We drummed and danced all the way on the Central Line till Stratford. The few Nigerians that were on our bus to the tube station and subsequently in the tube carriage would certainly regret not taking a later train. Sure, they didnt understand most of the Ga and Twi jama chants but they sure knew we werent praising them.

"Naija fo mbaayiwa, wó 'nshé pioto. Baako shé pioto, ne to atiti" among others. When they tried to deflect our taunts with some lame shouts of Ghana Must Go were quickly countered by our shouts of "Naija Must Score". it sure was a sad day to be a Nigerian football fan! And a Good day to be Ghanaian (unless you ate a dodgy meat pie like me at the stadium and are seeing the effects today)

So there! Congratulations to the Black stars. See you at the next one and continue playing like that at the tournament in 2008.

Oh ja, one more thing. Who knows what you call a Super Eagle with bird flu? I'm thinking "Dodo" but that's just me.

In Attendance:
Accra Aca Boys: Faf, Samuel "Inspector" Bediako, George "Diagnose" Ntiamoah, Samuel Tawiah Halm, Kweko Amo-Mante

Others: David Darko, Ed (my big bro), Miatta, "Liverpool",

I'm Not Dead

No. I'm not. Have just been keeping myself very busy of late. A lot of travelling to Belgium. A lot of phone calls... to Belgium. A lot of late night Skyping. A lot of everything but blogging.

I admin the site going down for much of November didn't help cos even when I had an urge to post there was no where to. I haven't fixed the issues that caused me to run out of bandwidth for two months in a row but i think I'll get to it soon.

I don't want to have to change [2 hours later, coming back from a meeting, i don't know where that sentence was leading].

Oh ja, I meant to say I didn't want to change my web hosts cos they've been very good to me for years. Actually I've been burnt once trying to change to one that gave me unlimited bandwidth among others.

Anyway.. so here i am. Finally back from my Christmas break in Belgium, France and Amsterdam. Paris was great! But that's just me and my known knack for understating things.

We did all the touristy things that you'd expect people to do in Paris apart from climbing to the top of Le Tour Eiffel. Only fools would waste an hour of their lives queueing for a better vantage point to look at Paris. We just chose to climb up to Montmartre and look at the city from Sacre Coeur. I'm such a lazy blogger these days. Me of old would have posted pics in this entry and links to everything so those that can be bothered can follow the links but... meh! Here's a picture to appease you all for this boring narrative. It's a picture of a drawing of Efuwa and I one of the artists up there in Monmartre.

I wont pretend that I'm going to make this entry a narrative of my 15-day holiday on mainland Europe so all you'll get is the patchy description above that i can steal time off from working as hard as i do to write this here post.

As this post shows. My mind is all shambles when it comes to blogging. i have no plan or purpose. I wait a whole month to post and then i post bits here and there as they come to mind. For instance I'm only now going to tell you how Amsterdam wasn't all that for me.

Yeah so you could smoke a blunt if you wanted to. You can walk the canalled streets for hours and get lost at each "centrum". You could ogle some ogre-esque Uglies in the red light district but none of those are for me. Maybe when you're with the boys and y'all want to get drunk, high and be stupid for a bit, Amsterdam might work. I really was looking forward to smoking my first joint but sadly it wasn't to be. Maybe next time.

Now about this site. I have plans of tearing it all down and building it from scratch. The blog is going to stay so will all the entries but the different sections might just be canned. Alas it's just what it is... a plan. I have so many things to do that i dont know when I'll have time enough time to sit down to think up a new design and structure for dotFAF.com.

Lets see:

1. Submit Naturalisation Application
2. Go with Efuwa and family to Rome in March
3. North Africa with Efuwa in July or August
4. Ghana in December
5. Decide what I'm going to do with all this hair:

The All-In-One Update

Yeah, yeah.. you know the drill by now. I'm busy, I'm working, I'm alive. Its all good news for me though so remember:

If I'm not posting here.. it probably because I'm having too much fun to be bothered.

1. I got my passport back. It had been well over a year since I lost it and over too years since the last time I set foot off this island but I finally got me a new passport. Managed to get the home office to transfer my visa (for a small fortune)

2. Not being content with that i went and got me visas to be able to go visit all those people across the channel.
I've already been on my first trip. Next one is in a couple of weeks and thereafter it should be a regular occurrence seeing me lugging my stuff on to the Eurostar Friday evenings and coming back on Monday.

3. I'm finally getting round to applying for Naturalising as British. Long time coming eh? Well It's gonna be 7 years since I've been here come January and I figure I'm as British as they come.. well sans the one night stands, pub brawls and drinking all night and puking at bus stops. Oh and the accent... i need to work on me Geordie accent. Fookin' Great! Oh Lordi, I'm hopeless. No wonder the gov't requires me to take a test to prove I know about Life In the United Kingdom.

I even bought the ebook on ebay (email me if you need a copy). So yeah I'm going to be reading it religiously to get rid of all those misconceptions (as above) about life in the UK.

4. Yes, I'm still sprung. And still the happiest person I know. Bring on Life!! (That sounded lame didn't it?)

5. Oh ja, almost forgot. I'm continuously geekifying everything around me. I've just spent over £500 building me a new computer to use as a file server cos I was getting tired of losing data all the time or having to delete some movies cos I was running out of space.

Currently is a £500+ empty can because even though it's got Suse Linux 10.1 sitting on it, it a long learning curve for me. The only experience I've had with Linux is from command line prompts of remote servers .

Having now to deal with getting all the hardware to work on a system I've put together myself is no small business. The initial reason for building the system was to use it as a file server and I'm tempted to go minimalistic and install a specialist software that will do just that. It'll seem like such a waste though so I guess I'll have to get used with tinkering with my OS. Who knows, it might even help with job prospects in future.

So there. I'm out.

Yours truly,
prrt!

Does It Still Mean Anything?

2-minute silences in rememberance of September 11, 2001. Does it still mean anything? How long are we going to do this for? When will I be able to opt-out of pretending to keep still for two minutes at work with everyone else. God knows the last thing on my mind is what happened those many moons ago.

Football supporters have opted for 2-minute applause plus wolf-whistle combo cos frankly, if you're as figgety as I am, you're just looking for something to do for those 2-minutes.

Dont get me wrong, I was here too when it happened. I understand the gravity of what happened but 5 years is a long time for people that werent directly affected by something to care about that deeply. I havent forgotten, I just wanna know how many more of my two-minutes I have to give up so people dont look at me funny.

Maybe next they'll forget to sound that alarm.

Question: How long did it take for people to stop having 2-minute silences in rememberance of the Holocaust (in the UK)?

Loving Intensely/Loved Profusely

Suddenly it all makes sense. I know what it feels like to believe with all of one's being that someone is good for you. Slowly I've seen all my guards crumble around me. The barriers I'd built up to protect myself against what I used to think were stupid mistakes that people make in the name of love.

Well now here I am. Stupidly in love. M'abo dam! I can almost remember every time I'd advised people against long-distance relationships. Or thought about other people's long-distance relationships silently.. "It cant possibly work..."

But here I am. Crazy in love. A fa me t'rim! Modern day Saul/Paul? Maybe not. I'm not all of a sudden going to start preaching to everyone on why loving someone from across the Channel is the new black. It should take a lot of effort but she makes it almost effortless for me.

Tomorrow makes it four months since I met her. We broke up even before we had what we have now because "We were trying to be good". We saw where it was going and those were the beginnings of a failed non-relationship. It was weird. It felt like someone had been fed "insider information" on everything that I wanted plus everything that I desired but didn't know. "Trying to be good" didn't work.

She's been my girlfriend for 13 days but we've shared memories going back almost two decades and made some in 4 months worth a lifetime. I'm happy. Don't take my word for it. You should see me. I'm floating... or "falling up" as she calls it.

Those that read between the lines should be able to tell that I didn't get here though without making sacrifices. I had to make decisions that challenged how how much of a good character I thought I was. For that, I'm sorry. But for now I'm high. I've moved on from that because happy is better than paranoid and vindictive, and feeling loved is certainly much more better than just being.

Other titles considered for this entry:
I'm high.
A lifetime cynic turns into the world's most hopeless romantic.
Mr Rational fills in vacant position at Kitsch Kitchen.
I believe.

Ghana Vs Togo @ Brentford FC, August 15

Ok so me and my people are going and we are gonna rock the place like we did Scotland.

Inside, We're All Afraid Of Something

I'm afraid of change. I'm trying to beat it. What are you afraid of?

This writer writes beautifully.
The writer was wrong.
What are the writer's fears?
What are your fears? I'm not afraid anymore.

Making Up On the Central Line

Every Friday. As if by clockwork. She sits across me. Eastbound Central Line. She sits across me. With her pretty face. Nice hair. She sits across from me. She's gorgeous. She looks fresh. She sits across from me. She sits across from me. I steal another glance. I think she saw me.

Damn Farra for making me go for a few drinks at the pub. The Tiger beer is making me wanna say something. Oh no. She's getting out her make-up bag. Not again.

East Acton. My batteries have run out. These huge headphones. OK, i don't have my Metro anymore but I'll pretend the music is still on. This huge headphones. They cost £60. Am I an audiophile or just plain weird. Oh lets settle that some other time. She sits across from me. With her still pretty face. With her makeup bag.

She's got some powder or the other. She doing her cheeks. I'm looking. I wanna say something. But I didn't have enough beer. If I want to tell her she looks perfect. Please stop. Enough. She powdering. She doing her eyes now.
Blue. Grrr.. why? Why God why? Stop. She's still pretty though. My beautiful cygnet. She's changing though.

Splat! Spread, spread. Splat. She's transforming. She's changing. She sits across from me.

White City. The coach is getting quieter. Everyone's saying the same thing. I'm about to go underground, will talk to you later. She's still turning. More makeup. She's doing her lips. Red. I'm an 80's child but I grew up in the 90's. Red lips is not on. She's changing. I don't like her anymore.

This Tiger beer. Maybe next time Farra will say, lets have 2 drinks. Then I will say to my Ugly Duck. Please don't take out the make-up bag. You're pretty as you are. Stop.

Stop. Just sit across from me and be pretty.

Cheating Politicians, Rooney's Foot and Why I'm Voting BNP

Posts on dotFAF, as the saying goes, are like an onion-laced cake that an ogre-driven bus has run over. I'd cite my references but I'm not sure where it was Confucius or Confused. Anyway, this bus is here, there will be more after it hopefully.

Sorry my English friends but it seems Ghana just got a foot closer to winning the World Cup this summer. Hey, if the English can say they'll win it with not a hint of irony on their faces we can too. Rumour has it that Jermaine Defoe wasn't gonna get picked to go to Germany cos Sven had too many strikers banging in the goals. Another rumor has it (don't ask me who/what/when/where) that Defoe knows a few Nigerians that can go Agbala. So they "tied his foot " and chucked it in the Thames. Somewhere near Embankment.

Cheating Politicians. What else is there to say about it it other than. "Meh!". If Prescott was up for an election, I'd vote for him cos I remember him throwing a sucker punch at some dude that pelted him with eggs. Two Jabs for Two Jags!!

What more do you want from you politicians? A sound environmental policy? Crime busting? Pull out of Iraq? For fuck's sake, the guy only shagged a few secretaries. OK maybe more than his fair share of it but the perfect song comes to mind for all those calling for politician's heads because of something they've done privately. The guy was a fisherman(?) or was it a railway man? Doesn't matter but have you seen the guy? The first few lines of Dr. Dre's "Fuck You" reminds me of him.

"... All dem nights I never had bitches/Now I'm all up in that ass bitches..."

Go on Prezza, you've come of age as a politician! All these ladies knew what they were doing, you didn't think they did you cos you were nice and cuddly did you? It's their payday. Now all you have to do is hold on for a few more weeks and no one will remember what you've done but your wife.

Suddenly there's a brigade of "I'm disillusioned with all the major parties so I'll vote BNP" out there. Tsk! I'm disillusioned with your stupid reasoning so maybe I'll brick your head. How about that? If you're gonna come out as a racist be bold and do it... don't be hiding behind silly reasons like that. Agh!... all this is draining. I'll go an eenie meenie minie mo on the ballot papers on Thursday. So there's still a chance I might vote BNP, but at least my motive would be different. Still wouldn't stop them from shipping my black-ass to Africa if they win anything though.

Choices, choices. Aah the pain!

Of Failed Writers and Failed non-Relationships

Yeah it probably seems far-fetched now. Me, a writer. Too lazy to fix spelling mistakes in my blog entries. With a vocabulary constantly diminishing. Constantly letting MS Word tell me how to form my sentences. Yeah all that and more... but not too long ago -- well 6 years doesn't seem that long ago if you're as old as I feel in all my 24years -- I seriously considered a future of writing.

I was a Business Management/Economics/Accounting/Math student and one of those was gonna be my fallback option if no one liked my writing. I had it all planned out. Short stories to while out the time waiting for the killer script that would make me famous -- at least within my circle of friends. I loved seeing my name in the newspaper on submitting short stories. I'd read George Sydney Abugri's "Letter to Jomo" and think.. "That could be me". Then I moved to the UK. I made myself busy with all things geeky and this is me now.

It's really not all bad though, because a very good friend of mine defines a failed writer as someone that wants to write but find themselves to be better at other things. I would have to adopt that tag since I seem to have done well with my interest in software development. I should order a new set of business cards that say: Faf, Business Analyst/Failed Writer. A bit like Matt Leblanc's character is an out-of-work actor in Friends.

So you dotHeads are asking, "Why this trip down memory lane?" Well how long have you got? Oh, you gotta go? I'll try to tell you in as few words as possible. Over the Bank Holiday period and the few days preceding it, I've been moving out from my place in Wood Green. Yah I know, I probably never mentioned but yeah I moved to Wood Green about 6months ago and now I'm moving head all the way out to the "East Endz".. Dagenham.

In all my disorganisation with moving I found some of my letters from back in school ... soppy love letters and all. From others. I don't do soppy!! Ok maybe I did once or twice but that's not the point. In all that mess, I found the rotting bones of a script that was never finished. My nieces had got their claws on it and inflicted a bit of damage but I didn't want to look too hard at it cos it embarrasses me to read anything older than a year from myself. I would've got a pen out to start correcting things. That and the fear that I probably was good for a 17yo Ghanaian boy and that I wouldn't cut it the grown up world I live in now.

So this is me resigning myself to things. I might not be a bad writer as I fear -- if i tried -- but I have to believe I will be a better at whatever I do in software development. So yeah I will be sticking to the tried and tested unless I win the lottery or better. That said, I'm gonna try to do some writing but will stick to short stories only. If none of them make it on to here, then you know my secret team of proof-readers and approvers have given it a proper thumbs down.

Sorry guys, nothing today on failed non-relationships.

See How It's All Panned Out?

Before:

Tracker Status Update

For everyone that has been messaging me asking abut when my tracker will be back on. Lets just say you may be in for an early chirsmas present from me.

I was actually bothered yesterday to boot up the machine to recover my files. The good news is that all the files I want are now backed up safely elsewhere and i can now afford to clean the drive up and re-install everytihng.

I might take a while to get everything back on the way it was but I'm hoping I'll have a consistently up tracker before the new year. As always. Only african music so dont you be expecting nu'in else you freebie-loving freaks. :P

On an aside, rummaging through the drive trying to salvage some stuff, I hcnaced upon a folder i though i lost ages ago. It contains backups of my pictures going all the way back to 2001 and as early as 2003.

For long-time dotFAF.com readers, I will be able to restore some of the pictures from dotfotos.com, my other site. Yeah yeah, i know you dont care about it but I'm well pleased with things as they are.

Happy Hanukrismaskah.

Google Whoring: Google Videos

My past allegiance with Yahoo! is but now with the only reminder of my the good times spent Y! whoring being the persistent Y! messenger icon next to the PC clock.

There's more things google I like now and it seems something new comes up every week from google lab.

The latest (at least for me): Google Video (beta). It's free for most people (read the FAQ) so yeah i've jumped on the bandwagon.

I've already got a few clips uploaded. Mostly from my trip to Ghana in 2004 buta few from London as well.

At least now knowing the moview i shoot will possibly be seen by other people I'll do more videos.

If only Goodle did photos too for free.

PS: search "Fred Frimpong" to find my videos. I've got a few more waiting in the pipleline to be approved

And [Legless] Again!

Since updates about my personal life have been scare on here of late, not a lot of you would know that as part of my lifestyle changes i now play football Tuesday nights.

It's an FA sanctioned 7-a-side tournament in Goals Dagenham. There are four core players: Me, Kwaku Mante, George and Sam and a slew of other rotating players.

I haven't mentioned anything about it before cos our performance last season was dismal. Our excuse: We joined at the end of the tournament and had to struggle to stay off the bottom. We eventually managed to place 7 out of 8 with one each of a win and draw and 2 losses.

The current season started on Tuesday and we put in a good performance earning a goalless draw with the last season's champions -- who thrashed us 6-1 on their way to the top.

Our team's name? And Again! Why? Inside joke.

Here's a link to the current season's table [warning MS Word document]

Anyway as to the "legless" bit in the title of this post. I managed to injure my right knee in the last game. My left knee has been wonky for a few months due to another non-football related injury.

If i carry on like this I'll be needing stilts in no time. Come to think of it, stilts wont do the job if i have no legs right? Crutches anyone?

Saman 'Nkiti 'Nkiti

Just had a sudden urge to document some of the Ghanaian poems and dance songs from growing up.

Not exactly the kind of things you'd expect to be taught to 3-5 year olds but see how we came out.

Come to think about it, i suppose it's very appropriate for the haloween season since it talks about a ghost with guns pointed at oneself... and the ghost in return having one pointed at them.

The setting is in some forest. How come people never learn! If you go to the forest.. you'll meet a ghost with a gun, he'll point it at you... you'll mysteriously sprout a gun and point it at the ghost (which probably can dodge bullets ala Matrix-style) ... then you'd both fire at the same time.

The fact that the poem ends there probably means you'll not be leaving to tell the tale.

And i'm guessing your ghost is gonna be lying wait for the next unsespecting jungle-stroller.

Have a scary Ghanaian haloween people.

Kakai bé kyi wo!
Kakai baa mó bo!

Ghana's Sporting Year

See what it takes to get me out of blog exile? I s'pose the next time i blog Essien, Appiah and Co will be holding the Jules Verne trophy aloft. That's the Fifa World cup, for the uneducated.

So this year we've had Ignasius Gaisah, our turtle lipped, silver medal-winning, long jumping ... err Long Jumper.

We've had Margaret Simpson (no relation to Bart and Homer Simpson) ... our tight-arsed, enduring, bronze-winning, heptathlon athlete.

Then Aziz Zakari, actually run a few 100m races without pulling a hamstring. Dude can run! If he runs. When he runs. I dunno what exactly he won but there must've been at least one gold.

Then our hockey teams jetted off to somewhere or the other in the world (South Africa?) and totally kicked ass! Mens's team took the bronze and the women's team took silver

And just when you start thinking it couldnt get any better... Ghana's black stars walk all over South Africa, smack Uganda in the mouth and knock out Cape Verde's teth to make it to the Fifa World cup finals for the first time ever.

Dude we rock! Lets keep counting.

PS: Meanwhile in other news our Nigerian non-neighbors are .... i dont even care what they're doing. All i know is we had to kick their butt to get the men's bronze in hockey and that they didnt make it to the World Cup tis time around. See ya in 4.5 naija people. More fun for us if we arent playing youse.

Changes 2.0

I'm pretty sure it was just co-incidence but the last entry i tried to publish failed and since i cant be arsed to type all of it up again i'll give you a quick summary.

There's been some changes since the last time i posted anything sensible on here:

1. I went to my very first wedding. Was a groomsman so was properly suited 'n' booted. Expect pictures soon-ish

2. My hair has been growing for a while now and i've intentionally not shown it on here for a reason. It's corn-rolled now, itchy, hurting sometimes and scratch-alicious

Here's what it looked like when i undid it two weeks ago.. ignore the look on my face... my arms hurt from sitting there undoing it

If you need to compare it to when it all started look at: The Experiment

3. I'm moving from home. Hopefully getting everything finalised tonight. Will keep you updated