GutterFlavor

“May the Lord harass you with a Tsunami of Blessings”, he declared... and the usual Amen could be heard in every space of the Trotro (a.k.a Troski – public bus). I, however, responded with a cuss. Yeah, you read right…a cuss!  Why? Kindly follow the read. Righteous Trotro. Photocredit: Benjamin Kwarteng I stay at Baatsona, somewhere in Accra. Every morning, I count on Troski drivers and their conductors to get to my workplace. Today, May 11 2017, I got to the bus stop but for some weird reason, I took a snapshot of the troski I boarded.  I got aboard the troski and little did I know that it was one of those ‘Righteous Troskis’ - public buses with someone preaching to [pretentious] passengers. I had just given the fare to the conductor (a.k.a Mate) when a man in a blue shirt on a row [just at the fore of me] stood up to share the word of God. He sought the permission of the driver to preach and greeted those (passengers) on the bus…which I thought was cool because some...

Photo credit: Great Yarmouth and Waveney Clinical Community Group I was 12 years at the time (living with one of my elderly Sisters), and I had just returned from school. My nephew, Kojo, was sitting under the shade of an ornamental plant (which is still alive today) reading the day’s newspaper. My curiosity moved me like Southwest Monsoon winds to check out what he was reading. He showed me the front page of the newspaper and there it was…a man holding severed head of a young boy –probably 6 years  old. My heart skipped a beat, and my whole body shivered. In fact, I was traumatized by what I saw! …that was my first time of seeing a severed head, and even if it was the second time, it still wouldn’t have been pleasant to my eyes. I could not sleep well in the night…it was as if I was being haunted.  Fast-forwarding to a version older of me, I have recovered from that trauma and adapted to graphic images in the world community. I may have adjusted over time, however, ther...

Asantehemaa's funeral Photocredit: Bob Pixel Written on January 17, 2017. 8.33 pm with inspirations from  Kwame Amoako's Whatsapp post. It was one of the normal evenings for me. I had just finished some discussions with a friend on blogging. I decided to check on my whatsapp groups because I had not opened the app for most of the hours of the day. Upon opening, the first post I saw, from one of the many groups I join, was from my nephew Kwame Amoako. The post read 'who is a man? A man is one who goes out on Thursday in the evening to buy something at Manhyia or Bremang😂😂😂' I believe anyone with inquisitive mind like mine would want to know why he made the above comments. And some of us too may attempt to answer the question he asked. Kindly hold on to your thoughts...I may visit that discussion on who is a man in future post.   Let me however comment on the post he made and probably try to share my thoughts, garnished with ‘gutterflavor’. The above W...