Tag: haphazard thoughts of a parasomniac
Body, heart and soul
Are what I gave to you
Pain and misery
Were what you thought my due
No candy for me this year
Nor bubbly chapagne too
You see, I can’t get rid of the bitter taste
Of the ones I got from you
With time, it’s thanking you I’ll do
You taught your lesson beautifully
And I must take my cue
When next I love,
I’ll be sure to show it all year through
And the one I’m with won’t need just one day
To say, “I Love You”!
I truly dislike Val’s day. It’s because of the simple fact that people choose to hide their love until one time of year. I’m the kind to love all year through and damn the consequences. I don’t like christmas either. I give gifts all year through as and when I like and I prefer to get things when I do not expect them. Having been offered love on val’s day and then having it taken away the very next year, I’m disinclined to believe anyone who comes knocking this time of year. Come back when you don’t have the whole world watcing and prodding and we’ll talk 😉
PS. My sis thought I’d broken up with my boyfriend when she saw this. For those of you who know us, PLEASE! It’s a just a poem.
Yesterday I slept
It was a fitful sleep
I tossed and turned
Whimpered and yearned
For the moment I would wake
Yesterday I dreamed
I dreamed of you
I dreamed of me
We had made plans
Wanted a family
Yesterday you died
I am kneeling upon the freshly packed earth
Staring at the spot that will soon bear your marker
A tear makes its trail from the corner of my eye,
Down my nose and now, hangs precariously off the tip
It drops to the ground and…
Finally it hits me
YOU’RE down there
There’s no air
You can’t breathe!!!
My fingers scrabble at the earth
Hot liquid streams down my face as I call to you
My nails break but I feel nothing
I ignore the blood from the pads of my fingers
I must get to you!
My heart is hammering,
Loud in my ears
And now the soil is moist with my tears
Hands grab onto mine in an attempt to still them
Insistent in my ear
And yet I do not understand
You’re not gone
You can’t be gone
The hands move up to my forearms,
Lifting me up
Pulling me away
“No!! He’s down there!!!”
My screams mingle with my words
My breath is laboured
My chest bursting with fear
(Fear of a life without you)
“He can’t breathe! Let him out!”
I feel myself being pulled down to the ground
(A life without your touch)
Arms wrap around me as I plead
(A life without your smell)
“You can’t leave him down there,”
(A life without your voice)
“He’s gonna die!!!”
The hands hold me tighter
The lack of response
The utter silence
The look in my companion’s eyes as I search them pleadingly…
My struggles cease
As,I finally realise
Yesterday you died…
And I died with you.
I found this when looking through my old stuff. All I can say is WTF?!! It’s so dark, so painful and yet I’m so proud of it. It still feels unfinished even after tweaking it so many times. Ah well, no work is ever truly complete methinks. Always room for improvement
3:20 am and I’m suddenly awake. Something feels odd. A flash of something catches my eye and being the curious person I am, I turn to find out what’s moving along my wall.
GECKO!!! Eugh!! Now insert guttaral sounds of disgust here.
Since my bed is against the wall, this stupid creature decides to latch itself onto my pillow and then takes free reign over my bed. Where am I? across the room making mewling sounds that wake my sister up. Like an amazonian warrior, she grabs a comb and sets to work flicking the bugger off my bed.
Me? I’m in the sidelines saying, “He’s behind the shoe!” “Get Him!” and “Kwasia! Who said you could touch my sheets?”. Suffice it to say she did a good job, relegating the beast to the floor and chasing it behind the fridge, muttering to it, “Now sleep so I can get some sleep of my own”.
Or was that to me?……
(Self confessed shrieker at most things reptilian, buggy and non domesticated furry)
PS. I’m not sleeping on those sheets till they are boiled and washed lol
The year 2008 saw my using the then Ghana Telecoms Broadband wireless for three years. The wireless service was my lifeline to the outside world for voice and data. December 2008 and all of a sudden my internet stopped working. I contacted Ghana Telecom and was told that the service was being discontinued.
WHAT?!!! Just like that, servers had been turned off and the wireless service disconnected and with not a single word to me. No one had called to inform us of this, not a single flyer had been seen when we went to pay our bill at the Care 4u centre and they could not have picked a worse time to do this.
December of 2008, I lost my grandfather and wanting to plan his funeral within a space of a month, it was imperative that I contact family outside to inform them of the passing and to make arrangements for them to either make donations or show up for the burial. An easy thing to do when you have a skype phone with paid subscription, no? Definitely not when your internet is switched off and you cannot access skype. So I called to complain. I was informed that all customers who were on the wireless service were to visit the Care4u centres to pick up GPRS Modems. These were supposed to be a temporary internet service for us cherished customers until they brought in another wireless service. It took weeks of calling and visiting the centre and complaining before I was given a GPRS modem which FAILED. It was extremely slow, kept failing to dial up, and yet, all the same, in the space of 5 days the 80 cedis allocated to me was gone.
Of course, I called to complain and demanded to talk to someone in charge. The care provider I spoke to was trying to hedge, telling me I should simply come in and pay for a top up. I said to her, ” What the hell makes you people think that after paying 65 cedis a month for internet, that ANYONE would be interested in a service that would waste 80 in 5 days?!!!” I went on to (and quite forcefully too) inform her of the fact that I’d not been informed of this, that I’d been led to believe this GPRS modem was going to function just as my old service had and that I was extremely unhappy with the fact that I could not keep all three of my machines online at once.
After her shedding tears and still refusing to let me speak to her supervisor, I called once more and expressed my displeasure, making it clear that I was not alone in my then distaste for their service and that I was going to call up the radio stations and write a scathing review to the editors of several newspapers. I also threatened to sue, and made sure the agent was aware that if I was to do so, several of my equally disgruntled friends would follow suit. Just like that and I was on the phone with the area manager that I’d been chasing about for weeks. Within a week, we had a landline installed (in an area where we’d been told they’d run out of numbers and the reason why we went with the wireless service in the first place) two weeks later we had internet. Just in time for me to call up my brothers and tell them how beautiful and befitting a burial the Ghana Veterans Association had given Grandad. Way to go GT……
So now I have a landline and I have a broadband4u residential package. I pay 65 cedis a month for what they tell me is 256kb/s but I know it is shared and no matter how many computers I have connected at a time, I run at less than 100kb/s. (We know how to run speed tests people!!!! we can check these things!) So, lousy speeds, poor customer service, I was oh so ready to go to ZAIN. What stopped me? The fact that with Ghana Telecom, I had UNLIMITED service. NO matter how slow it was, if I could still download my movies. I was willing to forgive them if I could keep my desktop on all day connected to the skype phone so I could make and receive calls to the USA. ZAIN offers faster speeds (up to 7.2mb/s and caps at 8GB. At least this was true when I spoke to them last) and their wireless routers can connect to up to 34 computers. I simply figured, I don’t have 34 computers, I already own 3 wireless devices, 2 of which are Professional access points and allow me to better protect my wireless networks…perhaps I should stay put and see how things go.
By this time it was clear that Vodafone was here to stay and I thought that the service might get a bit better. Sure, I was still losing my connection from time to time but I was still able to read my online comics and join my friends in the UK and other countries for a game of Age of Empires 3. Rushing home from work on Monday nights to join my Brains Required group on IMVU for our weekly Topic Night meant hours online talking about this current topic and that and paying witness to views from around the world. I thought it was simply wonderful.
I should have known that it was too good to be true. Even though the customer care agents seem smarter and make it a point to try to appease clients, it seems to me that the PR department is still in need of a makover. Why, you ask?
Because Vodafone (in this case vodafail) has done it again. They have decided to go ahead and introduce a tariff plan without informing their clients. I heard about the introduction of their plans through a Facebook Group. No flyers were handed out. No care representative spoke to me when I went to pay my bill for the month. No one called my house, passed by and there’s nothing in my post office box to inform me of such an exercise. Just as the time the wireless service was turned off, I had once again been left out of the loop of people to be informed about changes to a service I had been paying for. Same company, different name. It seems to me that NOTHING has changed.
Vodafone is offering it’s Residential Broadband4u users 512kb/s speed at 65 cedis a month with a 10GB cap. Upon expending your allotted 10GB, you will be required to pay another 65 smackeroos for another 10GB and it goes on and on and on. Knowing how heavy my bandwidth use is, especially when I’ve rushed to meet my deadlines and have ample free time to partake in my hobbies (online guitar lessons being one of them) I seriously doubt the sanity of sticking to this service. Best to simply go offline and use my phone to check facebook and such. No more blogging, no more stimulating discussions with people around the world and definitely no more Gaming.
I checked with Vodafone UK and it turns out that Vodafone UK offers its home users this package for their broadband
- Superfast broadband connection (up to 8Mb) with unlimited usage
- Inclusive calls to UK landlines any time
- 25% off calls to UK mobiles
- FREE UK-based telephone support 24/7
- Broadband modem and microfilters included all for £14 per month.
Yes people, the 8Mb mentioned is actually 8mb/s. There is NO capping. I would like to know why it is that the Ghanaian populace is being treated so differently from the subscribers in the UK. This is unfair treatment as far as I am concerned. According to the group from facebook who met with vodafone officials, the capping system is to serve as a deterrent to those who abuse the bandwidth. I am looking for someone who will explain to me what they mean by abuse of bandwidth. According to vodafone, about 5% of its Ghanaian users abuse the service. I wonder, should the rest of us suffer for their misdeeds? Am I one of those abusers? Well, I can’t tell as I have not had clarification on this. What I understand of bandwidth abuse is stealing wireless internet from people who fail to secure their networks. I fail to see how capping will prevent people from stealing my internet. There has to be a better explanation.
Bottom line, I am extremely unhappy with vodafone and insist that Ghanaians are being treated unfairly. Vodafone needs to do it’s research properly and act accordingly. We’re a struggling nation and cannot afford to throw money away. If they made their services less expensive and more worthwhile, then perhaps we’d be more eager to dispense with our well earned cash, but I for one, with a meagre salary and a huge family, plans of graduate school and such will NOT be sticking around if they do not arrange something better and faster.
You may find these to be of interest:
David Ajao on Phone Networks in Ghana
David on Zain vs MTN
Ghana Business News on Vodafone in Africa
Upon visiting the home page for the National Identification authority (NIA) of Ghana, you cannot miss the words, “Providing future solutions now”. From what I have seen, the NIA wishes to provide a National Database that will collect information on Ghanaian citizens as well as foreign nationals with legal residency within the country. Providing future solutions now? Are we ready for the NIA to do this? Do we really want to bring the future into the present? When we can’t handle what we have now, should we really rush for this?
Now I can see the benefits of having a National ID for all citizens. This should, if done properly enable us to secure accurate population data which would in turn enable us boost comprehensive national planning. Supposedly, this card will even allow us to attend the hospital. Which makes me question what will happen to the National health Insurance (NHIS) cards. Are our hospitals and schools equipped to the level where they can utilise such a database? Should they be allowed to utilise the database? Should we be comfortable with our information being collected as such? And why was this scheme set up without asking the Ghanaian population?
I found the following when I visited the site http://www.niaghana.gov.gh/home.html and thought them to be of interest
Q. If I lose my ID Card or if it is stolen, will a new card be issued as replacement?
So we are being encouraged to get these cards….and should we lose them, or be robbed, have to suffer for crimes WE did not commit? And when we were not asked if we would want a service such as this?!!! How long will I be forced to go without my benefits if my card should be stolen or damaged?
Q. Will the Identification System not increase police power?
So they are informing us of the possibility of the police and other agencies to abuse the system and as such, oppress the people. Is our nation prepared for this? Have we managed our security forces to the point where we can be safe with them having our info? Just a few weeks ago, six policemen were sentenced 20 years each for robbing a business man among other crimes. Quite often we find them trying to find any means necessary of collecting money from us. If we cannot trust our police now, can we trust them with such vital information? I personally think that this scheme could be far more intrusive than we expect.
Q. Will registration be voluntary or mandatory?
Oh so I am forced to sign up for this or face discrimination? Already I see massive discrimination with the registration process. In order to register for the NIS, you are to show up at the centre with your birth certificate, drivers licence, baptismal card, voters ID, etc…. to verify that you are who you say you are. Remember that we live in a country where about 50% of births are not registered. Yaa delivers her child in her hut or kiosk and does the out-dooring a week later for the community to see. That’s all she cares about. Who are you with your booklong to tell her to go pay for registering her child?
According to the Ghana births and deaths website, http://www.bdrghana.gov.gh/achievements.php in 2000, about 31% of births were registered. About 48% of child births were registered in 2006. I do not think that in 2009, we’ve miraculously attained the level of 100% of births being registered with the Births and Deaths registry. As such, what are Kwasi and Ama from the village going to do when it comes their turn to register? Why, fake documents of course. Not knowing if they were ever registered at the Births and Deaths or not, and not having passports or drivers licenses….no health insurance, never having had the opportunity to vote and being traditionalists or atheists without baptismal cards, what happens to these people?
I am made aware of the fact that birth certificates are being issued without confirmation from the registry. I am also made aware through very reliable sources that Ama, who claims to have no ID, can slip about GH¢2 to the registration officials and get the registration done. This tells me that even the officials conducting the exercise have not been well educated. If they realised the implications of putting wrong data on the database, I doubt paying them GH¢100 would make them register people with no proof of identity. According to the daily guide, “persons who fail to possess any of the above mentioned documents could also visit any centre with relatives to identify them under oath” Ah well, seeing as they’re doing it without the necessary relatives to swear the oaths, I think this has failed.
Bottom line for me is, this exercise wasn’t well thought out and people have not been educated enough for it to be successful. I am wondering why the government decided for us. Are we truly a democratic nation? Which members of our democratic society were chosen to tell us this was good for us? I can’t say that I am happy with this and wonder if I should even bother joining the long queues to sign up in my area.
Is Ghana learning to run too soon after crawling? Have we missed that oh so important step of standing up straight and walking? I rather think that we should improve upon the other identification means before taking on something as HUGE as a national ID scheme.
Oh well, what do I know? I will be first to admit that I am no politician, economist or statistician. So my views may be inaccurate and even possibly myopic. Holla back if you agree or disagree with me, spill what’s on your mind. Best way to learn fast is to tap peoples’ brains and I can’t wait to see what you think of this. Oh and sorry for the long rant….I’ll try to keep it simple next time.
Kindred spirits are meet one night
He sees her beaty
She sees his charm
They find common ground to their delight
Not a word is uttered
Nary a sound is made
Save the occasional moan of ecstasy
The two souls mingle
They crash and burn
To recreate the age-old activity
How sad it is
That on the morrow
These two will have to part
For she must return
To that damnable fellow
Her miserable…..old fart
Image source: http://www.photobucket.com
There’s a lot in a kiss. If it’s a kiss between friends and family, it’s a brief contact of lips on skin.
Now a KISS between lovers is a whole new thing. It is a melding of the lips, a scraping of teeth on sensitive skin. Usually leaving the lips swollen, it is a testament to the heated session that was just enjoyed. There’s a swap of saliva, skin cells and possibly blood.
Yes, ONLY lust and love can make people want to swap bodily fluids in such a manner and even more so, when they decide to take things to the next level! 😛
Teeth knocking against each other, tongues tasting every single region of the other person’s crevice, searching, yearning to know every nook and cranny and essentially to mark the other person as yours….Kissing is a battlefield in which the victors receive intense pleasure and if they’re lucky, a partner to stick with for a lifetime.
Go on, Kiss someone today.
You know you want to…..
Five in the morning and I have once again gone though a night without sleep. I do not need a clock to tell me what time it is. The call for prayers from the mosque on the next street already alerted me at four thirty and at five, it’s those blasted birds nesting in the patio. I find myself contemplating a meal of roast pigeon for breakfast and plotting the ways of catching the little buggers.
My tummy is rumbling and I wonder if I truly did eat that bowl of cereal at three, and if I am serious about that pigeon. My lips quirk up in a smile as I remember the chat I had with a friend while working through the night on my temperamental computers. Our conversation had changed rapidly from that of a technician and his client to that of lovers. Even now his charming words make me blush and I smile as I recall the playful banter we exchanged.
Instead of sitting up in bed as I usually do, I have planted myself behind the desk in the study area of my home, having done so to allow me access to the two condemned machines that I have been working on. My chair allowing me to wheel from the computer workstation to the large wooden desk is an added bonus, permitting me to multitask effectively. Scattered about me in a circular order are the recovery discs that failed to bring my system back up to standard and I notice the perfect arch they form. Anal retentive as always…I just had to have order in my chaos and couldn’t simply spread them about the desk. Now, I must need stack the discs, place them in their plastic haven then help them find their way into the allocated spot beside the stapler and white-out in the desk drawer.
Dad’s gentle snores can be heard from the adjacent room as they have all night long and I wonder how it’s possible for him to sleep seven hours straight. If only I could do that. If only….I shake my head in an attempt to clear it. No use dwelling on what ifs and what could have been. Not this morning anyway. I tuck my feet up under me, a dangerous thing to do when sitting on a wheeled chair, and tug at the ends of my t-shirt to adequately cover my thighs and consequently the two-day old bruises that cover them; the result of ardent grips by a very intense lover. The t-shirt itself – it belonged to my ex boyfriend- often draws questioning looks and frowns from my father and for a moment, I feel guilty for having to hide my new beau from him.
Deciding not to risk the shirt slipping and exposing the evidence of my misdeeds, I unfold my legs and drop my feet to the floor. Startled briefly by the contact of the cold terrazzo, I make my way to my bedroom, my sole intention to find a pair of jogging pants.