Hey! I’ll make the best wife too. But that’s fine, I’m patiently waiting for Saturday. Let’s take a look at what Wedneday’s got to offer to the Ghanaba woman.
You know that one crush that never grows fainter? That’s Mr. P
Have you ever felt ill at ease responding to salutations like “how do you do?” and “how are you?” Typical, huh?
As if dealing with my period isn’t enough, I have to also deal with a sanitary pad which seems wide off the mark! This is pretty maddening.
Mother was born on a Tuesday, and she’s everything the day’s got to offer to the Ghanaba woman. She is ABENA.
A caring woman
A great parent
And here’s the most interesting part -a foodie!
Foodian as we call it, it would amaze you how she’s never lost appetite. I was blown away the day she told me she’s never lost appetite.
“Even when illnesses take me to the doctor’s consulting room, I never say I’ve lost appetite, because I don’t”
Her meals are as delicious and healthy as her appetite. I’m used to hearing her sing songs of praises to the Lord right after devouring a good meal with an empty plate in front of her. Her countenance changes drastically. She’s bubbly, happy, and wouldn’t understand why the other is moody or sad.
Everyone’s who’s been served mother’s meal knows that their plates must be empty before it is washed. Such a delightful woman.
Today, we celebrate ABENA
“Ghanaba” is translated “Ghana’s child”. In Ghana, names are given to each child on the day he’s born, in addition to his first and last names, and preferably other traditional names.
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.
Well idk, prhps if u stop txt’n dis way n strt 2 ryt in ful, hu knws, I myt as well.
No, am nt a PARTY POOPER. U’ll c dat am more PLEASURABLE whn u r able 2 knw da dfrnc btwn “am” & “I’m”, and hnstly use dem APPROPRIATELY instd of focus’n on txt’n wid’out VOWELS.
Is it dat u cnt spell da words? BE HONEST.
Oh! I gt it!
We know of the Internet abbreviations; LOL when you’re not even smiling, SMH which is mostly genuine, LMAO when you’re only smiling yet it sounds legitimately hilarious, BRB when you just don’t feel like talking, but omitting the vowels, especially a single vowel that completes a letter, is unpardonable.
One of my friends clearly knows how peeved I get when she texts in such liked manner, so she doesn’t complain when my replies are withheld or totally ignored. But thanks to Twitter, we cannot say it all in 140 characters.
It’s fine if you cannot spell a letter right, you might have forgotten; simple rule -find your way around it… remake that sentence, I do that all the time.
Do you know that this might actually go a long way into affecting your work relationship or academics. I remember when I entered the social media world in 2009, I was excited about the abbreviations and ‘shorthand’ texting and I’ll text everyone with it. But then in class, I’d realize I was using this same technique for assignments written on paper. It was appalling. I stopped immediately.
Whereas some will never stop, this message is obviously for those who aren’t stiff-necked but would listen and learn with ease. It might not make sense to you now because you’re not directly affected by it yet, but do you?
I am not a saint when it comes to this subject. I text “K” when I’m unhappy instead of “OK” (which I happen to type a lot when I’m listening) to specific people who easily get irritated by such texts, but I am loyal to the vowels. Can you just try?
If your excuse is “English is not our first language”, type in your local dialect.
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.