Goodbye Love Pariah......

In a crowd where people stare
And I'm seen as a love pariah
My eyes only seem to see
His face in a blank space

Even when the world is spinning around
And my thoughts are partially clouded
My every memory of him stays intact
Like yarns spun into a tight ball

Just when I was wondering
How long my mind would keep wandering
To the times we had fun as friends
And pretending that it didnt matter
If thats all we would ever be
He showed up at my doorstep
And says "will you be mine, exclusively"?

Hurray! the wilderness days are over
For finally, we've taken the next step
That every one wishes for
At one point in their life.

Self Medication in Ghana

Do you trust chemists, pharmacists or should I say... behind the counter dispensers with no qualification in pharmacy or medicine to diagnose your illnesses and treat them without first seeing the doctor?

Many Ghanaians are found self-medicating at one point or another. Check an average Ghanaian's home and you will find Aspirin, Paracetamol, Efpak, Cough syrups, lozenges, Valium etc. However, is it really safe to have these because they have been advertised on TV?

Last week I saw an Alhaji something van with herbal medicines in my area of abode. The advertiser, using a megaphone claimed that a bottle of herbal bitters to cure Piles, Dysmennorhea (mentrual cramps), Infertility (in men and women), breast cancer, gonnorhea, candidiasis etc. Ebei! Talk about a multi-tasking drug.....

Now this multi-tasking medicine got me scared. I'm neither a doctor nor a pharmacist but, aren't these drugs supposed to have a varying range of active ingredients? What if some agents cause severe allergic reactions or have side effects? I remember a time when my Mom took her pills with Green Tea; it wasn't good. And that was Green Tea.

Did I mention those who buy and sell drugs on the troski? There was this one man who said that the pomade he was selling could make hair grow and also remove unwanted hair (to whom it applies scenario). Talk about marketing skills....

I know our health system isn't the best and poverty also influences the decision of the masses to go to the drug store when there is a problem but, is that a good enough justification for self medication?

Your thoughts on the issue are most welcomed.....

Jump Rope Workout = Bodacious Bod

There is always an equation for doing things and in the case of weight loss, its

DIET + EXERCISE = WEIGHT LOSS

Unfortunately for me, after losing 13kg, a lot of stressful things occured in my life and I just lost the drive I needed to get up at 4am every morning to workout. That all ended today.

I woke up this morning and decided to continue with my jump rope workout (thats the only thing I can do continuously without getting bored) . It was a blast! After the first 200 jumps, I felt as if my heart was going to burst out of my chest. But I continued till I had completed 1000 jumps in 10 sets of 100 jumps and I must confess, it felt good to be working out again.

You see, some of us just hate to do varying stuff so the jump rope workout is perfect since it works every single muscle in the body. When I first started skipping rope, I noticed that my legs became more shapely and my arms became firmer.

So now wish me luck on my continued journey towards an extremely bodacious bod....

Ta ta........

PS.. Do tell about the interesting workouts you do.... Please......

Trapped By The Bunk Bed!

Okay. So I was sitting back reminiscing about the fun my mates and I had in Senior Secondary School and couldn't help but laugh out loud at one particular memory that still remains fresh on my mind. And if you think the title is figurative, please continue to read the story that follows.

It was a sunny weekday afternoon and students were rushing out of the dining hall after having their lunch. The weather was so hot that most of us couldn't wait to have cold showers as we were punished by the scorching sun en route to our dormitories....... Unfortunately, our plans to get a cold shower were put on hold by the sound of the ringing bell ( we all knew something was up).

As I slipped on my bathrobe and hurried towards the bathroom, the bell-ringer announced that all students were to proceed to the Assembly Hall for the handing over ceremony. Immediately I heard a Mtcheew (hissing of teeth) behind me. Arrgh! these people paa... what handing over ceremony isn't announced till the last minute?  Apparently, they wanted Form Three prefects to hand over their badges to the newly appointed prefects who were still in Form Two and guess what, attendance was compulsory.

Not too excited about the whole event, my friends and I; who were Form Three students, decided to boycott the whole event for this simple reason: the weather was really really hot and the last thing any of us wanted to do was sit through an event that was of no benefit to us.... Yeah, I'm sure you are thinking "this is deviant behaviour' but hey, there are days when good girls snap. :-)

Anyway, before we could even get to the bathroom, we heard someone shout "Teachers are coming" We all knew what that meant, Scatter! Some students ran out of the dormitories but yours truly, who prides herself as being the queen of hide and seek decided to hide and, so did some of my mates who had also decided not to attend.

So as I hid under the bed of a mate who had scattered books all over in her corner and, had lots of stuff under her bed, I knew I was safe (anyone who got there would assume that the person was packing stuff and had to leave for the ceremony). Smart, aye?

Toshie, my dormmate was not so lucky though. Till this day I still can't figure out why she thought barricading the doors with a trunk would prevent the male teachers from entering the dorm. As she hurried to hide under one of the beds, she chose a really low bunk bed. Wrong decision. See, Toshie was big, with a large backside so kindly try to visualize what happened next.

Yes! My dear girl got stuck. Her head and upper back were under the bed and her butt was sticking out. the worse part was that she could neither go under the bed nor come out. I struggled to muffle my laughter when the two teachers burst into the dormitory and whipped her stuck butt  as she screamed Oh Sir, Oh Sir Oh Sir.......

Anyways, we all had a good laugh as I re-enacted the whole show later that night after prep........

Got any interesting experiences to share? Please let it out.... I'm dying to hear them.....

Cheers....