I grew up in Ghana but there is no bit of any of the infamous ridiculous traits of a Ghanaian left in me.
I have always wanted to be intelligent by spending a lot of time trying to understand so many dead men theories, but I recently realised you don’t need to know everything to be intelligent.
Being a man comes with a lot of props but being a woman sounds equally advantageous. Above it all, being a human is more important.
Love without dedication may work for a short time and the ease of having it so is very tempting, but the beauty of love is hidden in the difficult work channelled towards its full enjoyment.
Reading law has taught me a lot about the importance of rules but knowing the rules is not as important as living within it.
I find it difficult to choose between black and red even though black is my favourite. Red always wins because that is her favourite. As if I have any choice.
Beauty and appearance can easily get one into a relationship but the sustainability of any relationship is deeply rooted in intellect and the connection that can continue to create the wild excitement.
A few years ago, I was confronted with the greatest conundrum of either to pursue a postgraduate degree in philosophy or law. Finally, I found myself back in a law school. After all, philosophy creates nothing, says my friend.
I am African well informed by western ideas but shaped by those true African notions which make life a hell of an adventure.
While my friends struggled to select a college some years back because there were several good ones at their disposal, I took the easy route by assessing what books my top two colleges offered in English. Mfansimpim offered Animal Farm and Adisadel College offered Things Fall Apart. I will forever be glad Chinua Achebe was such a persuading author.
It is difficult to be a real critic but more difficult to be really criticised. That explains why many love the former but detest the latter.
Sometimes, I miss the sense of hope, comfort and the over-reaching joy of afterlife that believing in God brings mankind. However, none of these is a true indication that the God hypothesis is really true.
I have ended up with women because of several attributes but it took me just one to realize that, love is best experienced when you let go the rules and allow yourself to go with the flow.
I love learning about people but not as much as picking that particular someone I so much desire to learn about, even if the language is in Chinese.
Women these days love money, so they say but I am yet to meet a rich man who will not play the money card at the first opportunity offered by a woman. Ultimately, someone gets the money and the other gets whatever he wanted. But the real winner is the one who goes for something with limitless value. I will always advise that a person goes for personality or intellect as if the two are exclusive. But most people do not know the value of these.
I do not believe in anything with a Godly attribute—and I am yet to meet a person with a plausible argument in support of the existence of a God. Perhaps, it could be you…
I travelled to Denmark many years ago to meet a woman after many days of impressive conversations–from cosmology to sex. But I realised, albeit late, that some people do not deserve personal presence–as they only have voices over the internet.
It’s always difficult to ascertain what drives a person, especially a woman—I mean the one whose confusion of self and wants are as thick as her make-up. Therefore, many men these days simply can’t be bothered. After all, what’s the end game, they ask themselves.
My friend says he can’t understand why any man should worry himself convincing a woman to see the sense in taking interest in him. Because, to him, while men employ logos, women are inseparable from pathos. And interestingly, he is right.
We spend our entire life chasing two main things: money and money—forgetting that, life laughs at us from the sidewalk.
Relationships were seen as broken many years ago by our grandparents. But if they are to witness what we call relationships today, they would instantly collapse—for we have become a generation of social media idiots, glued together by fickle LIKES, followers and fake emojis.