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By Henrietta Tetteh

My first day at KNUST - Fond memories of a fresher

Quotation: kodako 1

"There may be liking but there has to be leading" - Kwame Obeng Dako

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That Night........
I remember vividly when you smiled at me, it made my soul feel your warmth.
I felt your hand touch my skin softly and my heart was happy.
That Night...........
I will never forget in my life. It was the night we were ever close.
I held you close to me and felt your breath and your beating heart.
I wish I could bring that night back but I cant.
That Night..........
We were both happy and the look in your eyes were filled with..............LOVE.
Your soft voice echoing in my ear....................
Watching you sleep beside me, made me forget all about the worries of the world.
I wanted nothing ........but you............
That Night.........
The tears! it brings to my eyes.......just to remember you.
The pain in my heart!  just to know you'll never be there for me.
Your advice..........your laughter...........your smile.............the little gossiping here and there.......your voice on the phone checking up on me and also looking out for my best interest.
You were a treasure beyond measure...............
Who would ever treat me like you did? When you alone saw how to bring the best in me.
You made promises to me..... that you'll always be there and I believed.
That Night............
I should have cling onto you tighter than I did.
That Night.........
My faith should have been more, just like you taught me.
And then............. you were gone!!!!!!!!!!!!
I never wanted that night to end......but it did, as everything that has a beginning has an end.
I know you don't even think about me, because you're loved more than I could ever love you where you are now.
That Night...............
Our last time together.......and all the memories we made has been planted deep in my mind and heart.
Its been a long time....... without you my dearest .......but I'll surely tell you all about it when I ever see you again.
With a smile, I say your words...................Me ra'do wo..................
My thoughts about that night............................priceless!!!!




This is in remembrance of you ...........................Esther.

Clothing

Second-hand clothes are sold all over the country, in shops and on hand carts.
People who wear second-hand clothes must wash or disinfect the items before they wear them or they may suffer from different kinds of skin diseases.
Diseases like dermatitis, scabies and fungal diseases can be passed on by wearing unwashed second-hand clothes.
Doctors even advise that clothes be washed with warm water and disinfectant and ironed on both sides.
Most of the used clothes, including sweaters, coats, shirts, under wear, socks, boots, shoes and sandals are imported from European countries, the United States and Canada, according to traders.
It can even spread bedbugs..........bad for anyone.




On the other hand, Designer clothes are also sold all over the country, in designated shops and at malls.
They're gorgeous, extremely well-tailored, good at boosting your social status, and outrageously expensive.
In order to buy designer clothes, one must know at least know who the designers are;
The names people look out for are Chanel, Dior, Fendi, Versace, Gucci, Lanvin, Yves Saint Laurent, Prada, Givenchy, Marc Jacobs, Roberto Cavalli, Valentino and Armani.
Of course, there are many more designers and brands, but these given names are for you to begin with, if you don't know much about fashion.
Its also good to know they are well kept and you don't have to think about dermatitis, scabies and fungal diseases.
it wont be washed with warm water and disinfectant and ironed on both sides or even worse spread bedbugs.




Sometimes in life, people in our lives tend to treat us as designers clothes and......... it will feel good.............Others will also they treat you as second hand clothes ...........and it will hurt very bad.






Because one thing people fail to see is that you are human and you're irreplaceable..............so you move on.

Something about you

Moments ago ,I spoke to someone who is special to me and after hearing him;
Unfortunately, I had tears in my eyes for just listening to him...................


He was in love and couldn't help but scream it loud.................
but these were the actual words I wanted to tell my dear one after listening to him..................;

“You have to walk carefully in the beginning of love; the running across fields into your lover's arms can only come later when you're sure she won't laugh if you trip.”
Too often, two people feel the early signs of a loving relationship only to move too fast with the one they are falling in love with.
Or worse yet, you become so enamored with “being in love” that you become blinded to the warning signs.


You so desperately want to be in love and be loved that you miss important clues.


One thing I know for sure is that “Rome wasn’t built in a day.” One thing for certain – neither was love.
 
It develops over time.
It requires patience.
It requires self-examination.
 
And it most certainly requires you to run slowly across fields until you find the proper footing, lest you fall down!

but after so many thoughts.................................I felt it was no longer my place to say these things.

So...................I smiled through my pain as tears streamed down my face.
Alas! he has found Love...................................................         


I wish him so much happiness


With lots of love..............................Sansly

Anadwo Kube on the Oxford Street

Anadwo Kube on the Oxford Street

You know how it often takes a lot of courage to do something unconventional in life? Well, it probably maybe something I’m growing to feel adamant about, much less ponder upon these days. This includes the very night I decided to do the big “chop” 4 years ago (nope..absolutely no regrets!)

So my visitor and I decided to take a supposedly short stroll within the neighborhood one evening. However, for lack of defining our destination, we found ourselves walking along the very busy streets of Osu-Oxford. This stroll was probably needful, since we both noticed our gradually bulging stomachs and arms which were definitely a no match for our youthful ages. Hence, we deemed it necessary to undergo some calorific crucifixion that night.

After traversing close to about 5 kilometers, we decided to allow our buds taste the sweet and nourishing liquid of kube…..at night. This however meant we were obviously missing out on one thing: no sunshine to help deepen our refreshing moment of the anadwo kube! Nonetheless, the missing weather element did not alter the sweet taste of the kube liquid which we joyfully lapped at; carefully savouring all the sugary juice of this fruit. ..yum!  

Of course, we ended up paying a higher price of 2.00 cedis per nut on demand from the coconut seller, even after our several negotiations! An amount I am still pondering and trying to reason out, as to whether it was because we bought the kube at night, or because the kube stand was directly opposite the Oxford mall or we simply just annoyed the kube seller with our excitement at the nut’s juice…these days you never know what could be the genuine reason for inflated prices..

Satisfied, though dismayed at our rude rip-off, we still made our journey back to the neighbourhood chatting and jittering over every silly issue that popped into those little round heads of ours. Some topics of course were triggered by the sights and scenes along the way home. Whilst at it, we each would occasionally and clandestinely stick out the tip of our greedy tongues to wipe away the remaining few drops of kube liquid lodged the sides of our lips..(Of course out of the sight of one another).

Finally, we completed our return journey back to House No. 220, and were greeted with a loud and harmonious chorale of croaking sounds of frogs, mixed with the shrieking stridulating sounds of the male crickets who were earnestly seeking their female counterparts in the dark thickets. Aaah..such wonderful music, that we wondered who the conductor of this musical piece could be. Indeed,  this ‘invisible’ choir conductor was doing a great job at directing each (in) vertebrate to sing their various parts in such unison!

A glance at our watches, showed the long arm strike a quarter to 10. The moonlight’s beams were getting stronger, with the twinkling of the stars glowing brighter as though to give a wink any time we glance up the sky in effort to stifle the yawns. Obviously no one of us wanted to be the first to admit tiredness for fear of being ridiculed as a weakling who couldn’t endure a 10 kilometer journey. 

It was then that we realized how worthwhile Anadwo Kube on the Oxford Street was!

By Vanessa Modupe Jobarteh

It was the look of resilience!

It so happened that early this morning, I found myself walking along the narrow streets of Swedru town market, and I had the chance to interact with some business women I met there. The streets were crowded with several stores, each displaying their wares. Every store here, waiting for the day to bring upon them a smile of blessings and good luck.

The town gradually wakes up to a bustling atmosphere, but there's one thing that strikes me;... the look of resilience on the faces of the women here. The look that says a firm No in the face of adversity and the troublesome economy. The look, that implies they intend to fight on in spite of the little or no sales they made in the previous days.

Amazingly, I see something similar on the faces of the female farmers I meet on my way to the hinterlands of the Central region. It is the look of resilience.

This look is unmistakably noticed grâce à the wrinkles that appeared on their faces as they managed to break into a smile when I waved at them. The sweat beads I noticed, moved quickly down their darkened skins, as each muscle and ligament within their bodies worked hard in unison to support the burdensome loads of wood and farm produce they carried on their heads. Not to talk of how they bravely trod the red muddy road back to their homes....unfortunately, without shoes or slippers on their feet.

Yet one thing remained unchanged on the faces of these women; It was the look of resilience!

By: Vanessa Modupe Jobarteh