The Names Parents Give.....

Sometimes we hear unique names that beg the question, "Why would anyone want to name his/her child by that name?" When you are looking for copywriting material, being inquisitive is inevitable.

Last week as I was heading out of the office, I heard the graphic designer teasing the receptionist. Since we all love worrying the sweet lady, I inquired about the teasing topic. "Do you know the name of Faustina's (the receptionist) son? I was like Kwabena. Then the graphic designer goes like "his middle name".

It was then that I realised it would be something unique so I urged her on. Then it came. Wait for it.... Please be patient now... Habakkuk. Haba-what?  Of all the simple names in the Bible, it had to be this one?

I now call her Mama Haba... Haba is short for Habakkuk.

Bra Reconstruction...

Yesterday as my colleagues and I were going home from work, our eyes beheld an interesting sight. A woman, who felt the lights in her house were insufficient to aid her project, decided to sit close to the road and.... wait for it..... sew her brassiere.

Seriously? And the interesting thing was that the bra was black, and the thread she was using to sew the tear was light blue... Undergarments eh? Nsem wo Ghana.

Lol!

Have a lovely weekend.

Date of Birth & Compatibility Tests...

So an old flame sends me a text asking for my date of birth. Wondering why he would text making such a request after a long break in correspondence I called him.

Me: Hey, what's up?

Him: Sorry for asking such a question without even saying hello.

Me: No problem. By the way, what do you need my date of birth for?

Him: I want to use it for something

Me: Does that thing have a name?

Him:  (Pause) Compatibility test...

At that point I burst into laughter..... Is he kidding me? After not hearing from this guy in like.... I can't even remember how long, he all of a sudden, wants to use some wack test to determine if we are compatible... Then he starts talking about elements and earth, wind etc.... I just said to him, this ain't Captain Planet and I don't do such crap. Goodbye..

McSteamy....

Don't you just hate it when guys who are so full of themselves act like they are actually doing you a favor by chatting you up?

So, I'm walking real briskly to the salon on a hot Saturday afternoon for a new do. The plan was to kill two birds with one stone - burn calories and get an afro hairdo by dusk. Not that I enjoyed the beads of perspiration dripping down my back as I took long strides towards my destination but I guess that's why they say 'No pain, no gain'.

That was when this young man, who was supposed to be walking with a friend just interrupted my pattern with a loud hello.. I turned and he said good afternoon. I replied politely, thinking that he needed directions or something. Then he just stands there and says "Come here" like I'm a 12 yr old. I looked at him with irritation and said I was in a hurry.

All I heard him say was, "I want to talk to you and you are bluffing.... many people just want to hear my voice"....

At that, yours truly turned and said " Sorry man, but you are no McSteamy". Then as I turned and strutted away pleased with myself. I said loudly "Wanna know what McSteamy means, go watch Grey's Anatomy!".

Lol.... Some guys eh...