He checked all my boxes, except he was a pretty good singer so I couldn’t make fun of his singing voice. Coming to think of it, there was nothing peculiar about him I could make fun of –I crushed, real hard.
I eat all I can
And never grow fat
You eat all of that
Not wanting to grow fat
Your fat is not wrong, yet it amazes me how you take offense when you’re described as fat; you are.
the doctor said i have a fatty liver
so i started drinking straight vodka
to cut down on carbs
But I’m curious, I want to know; how does it feel when a surplus of poundage starts trending over your curvaceous figure? Especially when you almost instantly lose your curvaceous figure, and for some, have that figure terrifically endowed.
Perhaps you’re too smart, with brains for 2, and an appetite for 3.
If I’ve ever dreamed of becoming fat, it is simply because of the perception that, it really isn’t over until the fat lady sings.
Ewurasi Akyere Jonah Kumah, an event planner by profession, a music lover/singer and a wife to Kennedy Kwame Kumah, a Sales Analyst who loves God, his family and work.
…a bit of an introvert but over time he’s learnt to cope with my noisy, bubbly self, and my family and friends. He has a very interesting personality. He’s proud but humble and lazy but very hard working. He just knows when to move from being one thing to another at the most appropriate time. He’s not been all that perfect and neither have I.
our opinions differ and arguments come up when you least expect them to. But we always conclude with ‘okay I understand you but am also thinking it’s this way instead and I may be right’.
We both grew up in separate homes and learnt to do things differently. I personally hate it when he decides to do anything in the kitchen😒, it means I surely have to clean up after him. But trust me, it’s better to have a man that will help you in the kitchen and still create a mess than to have one that will do nothing at all and still expect dinner to be served on time😊.
…for us, like every other month.
When we started dating I remember asking him what we were doing for our first valentine together and he said “nothing”😳.
I was shocked and also a bit disappointed but then he added this… “everyday has to be special for us baby, I don’t need a day in the year to show you I love you or that you are special to me. Yes I’mm sure I will buy you a bar of chocolate and some wine but don’t let that be a criteria for measuring my love for you.”
After that day, well, Valentine’s day became one of the ordinary days for us.
Maybe a few times we do some something out of the ordinary but… it’s no criteria for measuring our love for each other 😄.
…this year, I’m planning something quite different, a trip maybe. I don’t want to share all the details here because it’s a surprise for him.
If it works out well, I’m sure I will share it in another submission… haha
…you don’t come first.
We love the way we want to be loved, mostly. We love because we actually need love.
A few minutes ago, I updated my status with this caption, but I guess Bill deserves more than just a Facebook caption. Uma, how could you?! I loved Bill 😥
God is everything.
Music is soothing
Writing speaks for me
Art is at my core
Natural Hair is NOT a trend!
And FOOD is usually ecstatic.
I go by the name Miz Akwele – it’s my name, and there’s also Patricia, Ama, Anowa, and the long lasting temporary name Quarcoo which I’ve been cautioned to trade for another sleek surname, in time.