MY ORIFICE

My path is dark, my heart is sinking and fear has laid its vicious hands on me, when I think of yelling for help, will it turn to my doom? In the middle of life’s thick and dark forest where I can’t trace my route back home or tell where I am going. My wisdom has turned into foolishness and my strength to weakness. I need light, yes true light, not a dim lantern or a faint candle but fierce rays of the raging sun. How long should I keep waiting? The Confidence in the moon and the stars are gone, my patience is feeble, and my eyes are far stretched about falling from the sockets. Oh I need light! That which will give me hope and electrify my dyeing bones, strengthen my feet and energize my aspirations. My dreams are wild, worth realizing. If the sun will come, I hope it comes quick enough so I don’t get late.

  Dear Fante D)kunu,                                 How will it be if you are naked? How will you feel if you are sold like a fried yam? You look best in full apparel, you look attractive in your brown coat of dried plantain leaves with white polythene bag long sleeves beneath. Oh my love what have you done to yourself? Nowadays you wear high waist, miniskirts and your provocative dresses showing your private parts and say you are dwelling in the pool of fashion? Do you remember the day you tried the nice cream kente for the Odwira festival? you were like an adorable queen. Your satisfactory worth is beyond the white man’s rice that is served naked at an expensive price. Oh my love don’t forget the times you told me how sacred your breasts were, don’t forget how ashamed you were when shitor told you your holes are drawn in the coat. Have you forgotten your origin? Don’t you know you are from a prestigious home? Change, change for the better. Go back to the days you dress like an angel

 I pressed the door bell for the second time and there was no respond, should I go back home? I thought. The weather is cloudy and it will start raining soon, I had no other option than to wait. What would I say and how will I say it? Hmmmm  I started  forming sentences in mind for my dream Awuraa Ama. Before I practice my sentences orally someone opened the door, it was Eugene Mr. Asare's  first son. He took me in and gave me a sit at the table. It was already set with plates, forks and knives. is a politician coming to this house? I wondered , Ama was seating right in front of me  she looked sweet and more beautiful than ever her  teeth were shining behind her tiny smooth lips, her long hair was brushing off her shoulders down to her  breast.  I was ordered by Eugene to say the grace " dear lord help us express our love to others oh father even with a smile let her  know how i feel, please lord ..... "I felt a knock on my left foot, it was Mr. Asare who intentionally

It is Saturday morning, my noisy little brother Joe Joe had started vocalising, he has a show at ten in the morning, upset by the noise  I decided to  go out for a ride , i dressed in my casual dirty jeans and polo shirt, hopped into my new black corolla  S and drove towards  the junction that leads to the popular beans ( gorbeh) joint.  I was not hungry though but I felt I should eat something and spend some time outside. On my way there was this car in the middle of the road with a flat tyre. I got out of my car to help fix it so I can pass, the owner of the car is  Mr. Asare who lives at the next flat ,  he has a pretty tall and long hair coca cola shaped chocolate daughter Awuraa Ama who I secretly admire since my last year in JHS. She was seating in the  car pressing her phone, I made unnecessary noise to draw her attention, she slightly raised her head and smiled, was that to me or to the phone i thought.I was tension grasped as I asked her  for the first time in my life"

Keith Valentine Graham, better known as Levi Roots, is a British-Jamaican reggae musician, television personality, celebrity chef, businessman and multi-millionaire currently residing in Brixton, in south London. The 58 year  old has failed to cut his hair for the past 25 years because of his religious affiliation ( Rastafarian). he does clean it every two days and then apply a little of coconut oil to them.