Archive | June 2013

Daily Prompt: The Artist’s Eye- The Ghanaian Woman

Is there a painting or sculpture you are drawn to? Discribe the experience. ( or, if art doesn’t speak to you, tell us why).


The sculpture above is one piece I was drawn to the first day I saw it in a shop. I was so drawn to it I had to visit the nearest ATM machine in order to buy it.

The sculpture speaks so much to me as a Ghanaian woman and an African in general. I know you are bored (yawn) with my reference to my roots all the time but sorry folks, it is just who I am.

This sculpture explains into detail my role as a Ghanaian woman; with the basket in hand it signifies the fact that I have to feed my family all the time and the water gallon (sorry that part of the sculpture got broken during my cleaning sessions but you can still see a tiny piece hanging on).

Then while catering to the family the Ghanaian woman must still find the time to cater to the child or children as you can see a baby strap to the sculpture’s back (that is how we carry our babies out here and foreigners always wonder how the babies do not fall off our backs; its a skill taught from childhood)

Finally the sculpture also captures the style of the Ghanaian woman. We dont forget our fashion sense in all of this chaos.

This is what drew me to this sculpture and I knew I wanted to be this type of Ghanaian woman and more.

Today, it still stands in my room reminding me that I am a proud Ghanaian woman.

Just take a moment and take a look at this magnificent sculpture and see if it speaks to you.


Just Another Sad Poem

Sorry I called you friend
The ingredients for friendship
Cannot be found in you
I was wrong to try and plant
Them in a dry soul
I thought you were mean
But I was mean for trying
To hold on to a childhood
Soul that was lost
It is obvious this soul has
Laid fallow for years
With no hope in sight
And I am the fool who thought
All hope was not lost for this
Forsaken soul
So I paid dearly with tears and
A gapping hole in my heart
And as I stand ready to give up
On this soul, my heart beat
Whispers there is still hope


Here I am able to stretch to the full length of my body

 My soul is such a noisy place and yet I am all alone

It seems the crowds come to me in droves all seeking my attention

 We are all in such a hurry that there are connections with no emotions

 Here I am able to imagine the chaos that characterizes my life

 I see your lips move but I hear no words

 The traffic is buzzing with noise but I am alone in the crowd

Daily prompt: Ripped into the headlines – A slice of my Weekend

Write about something that happened over the weekend as though it’s the top story on your local paper.

Photographers, artists, poets show us something from your WEEKEND.

This weekend saw me connecting with one of my twitter friends and though we have not met before I contacted him to design a logo for my blog. In order to do that I sent him some photos for the design and to my surprise he wrote a poem for me base on those photos. So I decided to share as part of today’s daily prompt. Here we go:

 She smiles from an angle, her earrings dangle

Her beauty illuminates the room like the flame of a candle

Her eyes tell a story you barely can handle

As she holds her chin visualizing creative sentences

You would wish this lady was one of your acquaintances


Born in Ghana, her name is Leila Sheila

Her blog is sheilacious, with the pen she’s a killer

You will also be enticed by her beautiful African skin

Her figure on the photo as she poses in a jean

Her thoughts come to life as she holds her chin

A woman in this era guaranteed to win.   


Who is your rival?

Life almost always does not give us what we want but at least it gives us the chance to fight for what we want. And we all want someone or something to care about us and sometimes show appreciation for what we do for them. This is particularly true about our relationships. All works out well when we are usually the focus of attention, love and care.

The sad news is that this will not always be the case as others will come along and either share in this or take the focus away from us. This can be other people, siblings, friends, child,  colleagues or even pets, cars, new pair of shoes and a house just to mention a few.

So let me ask who is your rival? A simple question but it can also be heart breaking depending on which side of the equation you find yourself. In my young adult life I have seen a man worship and adore his car and handled it with more care than he did his wife. His wife usually watches on jealously as the husband touches this object tenderly and with admiration. Once she told her friend ‘’if only he would look at me with the same sparkle in his eyes as he does his car’’.

This woman would have had a chance to fight for his attention if it was another human being but how do you even begin to compete with a car? Or in other instances a pet, shoes etc. it is emotionally hard to have a human rival not to talk of an object.

Some men have also complained about the focus of attention, love and care shifting from them to their newly born babies and children. As funny as this may sound, it has led to a lot of problems in marriages. If care is not taken, that child can become a rival to the father through no fault of his.

I will not be able to fully understand the dynamics of what makes a mother love one child and not the other but it happens and parents should be careful how they approach this as it has very deadly consequences. Children take this badly and sometimes it can lead to suicide, depression and hatred for the other sibling.  

It is easy to think that you are not jealous but wait till the attention, love and care you once knew move from you to someone else and if you are not so lucky to an inanimate object.





So I met this nice guy on Twitter and we got chatty I found out he has same interest as me; Poetry. I found this poem particularly drawing me in so I decided to reblog it. I always thought medical students are only into their sciences but he proved me wrong. Please enjoy this creativity.

Phoenixgarincha's Blog

In a deep, dark and beautiful world
Where strife and joy spawn a classic meld
It’s better to be alone.
For when the sun drops its light
And the moon owns the night
We are truly just alone

Believe what you may, do and say
What brightens you and keeps you gay
But remember, you are alone
So whether you celebrate a pure victory
Or swim in a deep, sharp pool of misery
Don’t forget; we are truly just alone

Never too good a time to trust
It’s a world of win or bust
And we are all just alone
So whether you rise to embrace the sun
Or keep to yourself till your journey is done
Remember, you will always be alone

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