Thursday 10 November 2016

I Come From...

I come from power rangers and sweaty shirts from running with the boys
I come from sunday school and ill fitting dresses
I come from the black and white house in Laterbiokorshie and chicken coops
I come from a crush on the Pastors son and quick hellos to the plantain seller
I come from long hours in the salon, burning my hair and watching Esmeralda
I come from uncompleted buildings and long goodbyes at Kotoka
I come from the smell of grandmas chicken stew and remoteless tv
I come from stealing milo cubes and jumping on ant hills
I come from red clothes from the North K sand
I come from uncompleted school buildings and screaming from merry go rounds
I come from teachers chewing garlic in class and fights with the Liberian girl
I come from big bums and skinny boys with six packs
I come from runs up McCarthy Hill and stunning views
I come from light off and empty Kuffour gallons
I come from missed flights for our day and garlic bread down the toilet
I come from fighting in school and running the CU
I come from thigh length dresses to Lighthouse
I come from broken bottles and broken hearts
I come from grandma's bentua to a drug dealing doctor
I come from flipping burgers and drinking champagne
I come from power rangers and a sweaty shirt from running with the boys

Wednesday 6 January 2016

The Power Ranger Complex

Sunday School is over, I'm 6 years old and I'm Pink Ranger - Israel, Padi, Kweku and I are saving the world from big scary 'monsters'. The Mighty Morphing Power Rangers! 

That's my fondest early memory, smells like sun, sweat and home. The same smell that hits me everytime I step out of the plane at Kotoka; 'Akwaaba'. 

Present time - Mid coversation at Tottenham Court Road, I hear; 'The journey is more rewarding than the destination'. Interesting I think, let me marinate on this. Sometimes I find myself in such a hurry that I don't appreciate all the craziness, heartbreaks, dissapointments, sweat, fear, laughter, insanity, love and confusion that comes with life. Too busy chasing paper and digits on the bank statement, too busy to take it all in. I'll be 25 this year, and I've decided to really live. To make memories and tell stories, and if things are not going my way, i'll just stop and yell 'Plot Twist' and move on. 

So, PLOT TWIST! 2016 give me the best you've got, go go Power Ranger!