Afehyia Pa, Bonne Annee, Happy New Year, Feliz Año Nuevo

Happy New Year Bloggers!
Wow its been a whole six months since my last post.
I just remembered that I have a blog today!! How random is that!lol

Anyways I'm hoping to blog some more this year since I'll be graduating uni and hopefully having more (less?) time to spare.
Speaking of graduating, I'm not sure if I'm excited or scared of this next step. I've always looked forward to the day, but the closer it gets the more anxious I get. I'm guessing its the responsibilities that come after (and this credit crunch is not helping sha).

Oh well, life goes on!
Have a blessed week friends :-)

Oh No He Did Not Just Say That !!!!!!!!!!!!

Plain Foolywang Material is what Pastor Manning is!! ( Refer to www.theybf.com for definition of Foolywang). This is truly disturbing! How can a "pastor" be this disrespectful and insulting to another human being. I would expect that at his age he would know the definition of true beauty.This type of behaviour will not even be displayed by a middle schooler. I consider this more disrespectful to the very One who Pastor Manning supposedly serves - GOD. Doesnt he realize that God created everyone, himself, Michelle Obama , Whoopi Goldberg and everyone else on this earth alike!WOW
Regardless of where you stand politically no one should encourage this. And frankly i'm debating posting this because i'm only helping him spread his filthy message. So I'm posting this with a WARNING- Reader Be Prepared to be Disgusted!

Good Home Food

I miss the good food from Ghana so badly, it’s inexplicable;

Kelewele from Labone junction

Kenkey & Fish from Osu, near Koala,

Dark Creamy Golden Tree Choclate,

Aunty Muni’s Waakye,

Tatale and Beans from Adabraka,

Khebab from Coffee Shop,

Club Sandwich from Chicken N’ Licken,

Red Red & fried plantain from American Embassy,

Fried Rice and grilled chicken from Papaye,

You get the picture; I’m salivating like Pavlovian dog right about now!!!

Art or Racism?

Italian Vogue (July)
American Vogue/Godzilla

Italian Vogue has choosen to honour Black beauty by featuring only black models in its entire July issue, and I'm sure you have heard this if you are from Earth. In case you're a Martian, let me educate you a bit.

Renowned models, Tyra Banks, Naomi Campbell, Tocarra( from ANTM and one of my favorite ANTM alumni), will be featured in the issue along with afro-centered articles and such. In other words, its Italien Vogue meets Essence magazine, for one week.Its definately exciting to have a mag feature Black models in a time when not enough runway models are colored.

But my question is, is this Art or is this just an attempt to gain publicity?In which case should a colored person be excited or feel used? I'm sure this is a bold fashion statement, crossing the political line somewhat. But is one month out of twelve really enough? Absolutely not! Vogue should incorporate the use of Black models on a regular basis.

And then there is the American edition of Vogue, which celebrated athletism along with fashion.On the cover was LeBron James and Gisele Bundchen in a pose which cynics discribe as racist. Its not until I saw the cover vis a vis Godzilla's poster that I saw the similarities.And now I have joined the cynics.
Personally, Im not over the moon about the issue. Yes, I'll confess I will grab a copy but its not to say that I'm totally in awe of this whole fiasco!

Our Wife

Our Wife

When she become yours, she was ours,
No longer the property of another,
She responds to no other name but yours,
Her culture, her identity, no longer that of her father,
Our wife she became,
And just like a property we shall claim.

Her children are ours,
Custom cannot have it otherwise,
The seed germinates from two flowers,
Yet its creation belongs to one and not both,
Tradition speaks, the drums of Africa beat,
Shall she accept its feat?

Here lies my inspiration- I just watched a documentary about interracial marriage. The setting: A young Nigerian immigrant struggling to make it abroad finds his bride in a Jewish Caucasian lady. Fast forward five years to the climax: His parents voice their concern about an inter-cultural marriage. They say their grand-children will have no identity. Nigeria will not accept them and neither will the other. Point taken. The young gentleman is torn and distraught. He has found love somewhere he did not wish to find. His mother believes that marriage is between two families and should the two tie the knot, she is not just his wife but ‘our wife’. I hear.
I hear but I dissent. Our forefathers laid the customs, our parents followed. It is our turn to follow but we are stubborn. And for a good reason I argue. Off course our identity is important and we must respect who we are and where we came from. But must love be the victim of tradition? Perhaps I’m just closer to my heart than my fore-fathers where. The reality though is that my generation is exposed to the world in a way that my fore-fathers were not. And although my children may not have a sense of belonging they will not be alone because there will be a million other children with whom they will share that same feeling. Maybe I’m young, those with the grays are knowledgeable and I am not. You be the judge.