This is me four years ago reading the news the day Ghana beat USA at the 2006 World Cup. The whole country was in a frenzy. I’d never seen anything like it. It was our first appearance at the World Cup and I felt so proud to be Ghanaian. Four years later, I’m in Atlanta, and I’m wondering how this World Cup is going to be like for me. What will I do without the fever and pure bliss that gripped Ghana four years ago? What will I do without crazy guys dancing on top of taxis and every car horn on full blast? What will I do without the almost choreographed scream that splits through the whole nation each time Ghana scores a goal? Is this going to be one of those ‘when in Rome’ experiences? Check out my three-day video blog on experiencing the world cup in Atlanta.
Yvette and Ruby have known each other for a lifetime, 20 years, and have never ever said to each other – I never want to speak to you again (I say it at least once a year). I suck at friendships, badly. When I get to heaven, I’m not sure I can explain my failure at friendships. I think their Gayle/Oprah-like friendship is remarkable, which is why I jumped at the opportunity to talk to them about what has kept them together for 20 years.
In a few days, double trouble (Yvette and Ruby) will be facing a long separation – Yvette is moving back home to Ghana and Ruby is about to begin a New York adventure – but before then, they provide us with a little insight into their unique relationship (on the left is Ruby and on the right is Yvette).
Nana Nimako stood up from the sofa and closed the door to the living room. He had begun spending more time with his son and his family, and had sort of moved in temporarily. This was a difficult time for all of them and his son needed him even more now. Nimako couldn’t talk to his wife, children or friends. His father was his only confidant now. Nana also needed his son. In all his years, nothing had ever terrified him this much. When his wife died, he had been terrified of living without her, but this was much worse.
I know most of my blogs start with ‘I was talking to a friend.’ Since I started this blog, two things happen in my conversations with friends – either they say, please don’t use this in your blog; or hey what I just said would make a great blog.
That’s how this list started. A friend of mine, who definitely wants to remain anonymous, sent an email with a very simple question: ‘how can you let a guy know that you are not interested? I kind of worked myself into a pickle and don’t know how to get out of it!’
To me, it’s very simple, you just tell him. But I admit I have used cruel and unusual tactics before. There was this guy I had absolutely no interest in, but he was incredibly persistent, seriously. As his calls and visits increased, I knew I had to do something but I couldn’t figure out what to say. He came over one night and the ‘retired’ evil bi-atch in me just appeared. Please note the operative word ‘retired.’
I have not, and may never sign up for any online dating. This post is just to generate dialogue and obtain opinions about online dating 🙂
I know this is one subject that a lot of people, particularly Ghanaians – if I may so, have strong opinions about. The few people I have spoken to don’t have a middle ground on this, it’s either for, or against.
The day of my photo shoot with Justin, later that night, Pearl, Esi and I were lounging and the topic naturally veered off to men. What else do we have to talk about? I was lamenting, as always, about the dearth of ‘good’ men. And Esi said, why don’t you try online dating? Ah, online dating, the unspoken death sentence of a single woman. I said I had actually thought about it, and Pearl vehemently said, ‘no way, I am not that desperate.’ And Esi, God bless her, said, ‘why do you have to be desperate first?’
Michael Jackson is gone and millions of people are truly saddened. The emotional pain is undeniable and the anguish is obvious. I cried, I’ve really cried. He was, and will remain, one of the greatest.
Michael Jackson’s death has made one thing starkly clear for me, it’s important to love now – not later, not when the person is gone, but NOW.
It is moving, and yet troubling, to see the outpour of grief from close friends and family. Lisa Marie Presley admitted she gave up on him and regrets it. I’m sure many more close to him regret a lot. MJ was quoted many times as saying ‘I am lonely.’ I’m not going to talk about who was there for MJ and who should have been. I don’t know, I’ll never know and it doesn’t matter.