[A little bird tells me that Bandeka has an Accra mixer this Thursday. Surely there is no better time to share the post that I had asked Bandeka girl to write for me a lil while ago]
 
The men were shy (or couldn’t be bothered or acted too cool). However, they would quickly man up when I went to suggest that the women were alone in one corner of the bar… I had to keep doing this every 20-30min with different guys. The women were particularly appreciative when I’d come in, move a couple of them from their seats (discreetly talking to them about fixing the gender segregation) and take them to the guy’s section- by …

Friday. 5.30pm. Time was of the essence. He had a plane to catch, I’d been stuck in traffic. There was only time to grab the cases, snatch a hug and a kiss goodbye before the dash to the airport. 5.32pm. The hug lasts thirty seconds too long, yet he doesn’t seem as anxious as I. He holds me and as we peel ourselves off each other, he asks, “Will you marry me?” Time stops…
Having dated L for almost a year and a half, the question of marriage is not new. Without wanting to boast, he’s been proposing for a good six months now and up until last Friday, my answer has been a categorical ‘No! …

Okay.
So what is this?
Don’t men or women ever go straightforward in love anymore?
Do we have to do this perpetual swan dance?
Makes me sick. What with the power play already?
 
I like you, and you saw it; and because you were also feeling something for me, you made the first move and asked me out. But I can’t handle someone taking the game outta my hands, so no I won’t go out with you. In fact, I’ve lost interest in you for asking me out.
It means you like me, and it means I have nothing to conquer. So, know what? Let’s just be friends for now.
Let’s just be friends? … For now?
What does that even mean? Is …

Dear M,
You may or may not have realized it, but these last few days in NYC were very hard for me. Emotionally hard, and that threw me for a loop. I wasn’t expecting this trip to be such an emotional rollercoaster. I wasn’t expecting to be upset and teary eyed because we weren’t spending all our time together. I wasn’t expecting to be upset that you would change the plans we had to go to a poetry slam on my last night in town in favour of going for drinks with some new friends you had just met. And I certainly didn’t expect that I would be upset about doing the cab journey from the …

I’ve been a bit emotional lately and I don’t do emotions very well. At least not the sad type of emotions where you get teary eyed cos you are thinking of what you used to have…
BUT 2 of my friends cheered me up loads when they told me about their new relationships AND they were good relationship stories. You know, the type where girl meets boy, girl likes boy, and boy likes girl right back and possibly more than girl likes boy. Nice! No drama, no emotional games, no complicated relationships. Just nice straightforward relationships where everybody feels happy, and fulfilled. I wish these 2 couples every happiness.
I am going to ignore the little parrot …

I know the feelings I have for him are real but he loves me more than I do him. It is in the way he pays attention to the little things. The looking in the eyes.
Most of the time I wish I to be what he hopes me to. Problem is I have been so many places in my life, nothing seems real to me anymore. I have mastered the art of distrust. It hurts him, I know it does. It tears his insides for every time we are together, I am faraway, I kiss him absentmindedly. I can’t blame myself nor can I anyone else – It is just life doing what her mother …

One of my friends totally cracked me up a few minutes ago. We have a pre-birthday dinner date arranged (I’ll be turning 33 in a few days time) and I texted him to re-schedule because another friend has decided to treat me to an overnight stay in a resort outside Accra. So of course he jumps to assumptions and sends me this text back:
“Hmmm. Weekend in x sounds like a Sugar Daddy to me…”
My response:
“Hahahaha. It’s not a Sugar Daddy kraa. I don’t have one o…”
His response:
“ Every beautiful young lady deserves at least one Sugar Daddy to run circles around. Soon it will no longer be an option, so enjoy before you are forced …

Don’t kid yourself, I can steal your wife if I wanted.
It amazes and amuses me how flippant most married men are of lesbian relationships. A bisexual friend of mine’s hubby actually asked her rather incredulously “what are u really gonna leave me for a girl?” my answer if I were in her shoes would have been hell yea!
See good brothers you need to know that only a woman knows how to love another woman best. You can try and some men do try but you can’t know my body better than I know it. Another woman has the same body as your wife does & if she wants to please your wife its likely she’s …

Imagine if…
Men and women didn’t play games…
People were free to love whoever they wanted to love…
Age really was nothing but a number…
Imagine if…
(Add your own ‘imagine if’ in the comment field below)

To think that once upon a time you loved this person, could not wait to speak to him, see him, spend time with him.
Then one day, you wake up, and things have changed.
You no longer feel the same way. You no longer want to spend time with him. It is now inconcieveable that you will spend the rest of your lives together.
What happens when love goes sour?