Letter to the Mother-in-law I never met.

This month brought the good, bad and ugly. I lost a woman who was supposed to be my second mum but she left us so soon. I did not even have the chance to meet and thank her for the gift she gave me free of charge.
 I remember the day Mr. G called me all excited that his mum had seen my picture on his phone ,asked him a ton of questions and ended by saying "I was pretty". From that point onwards I started liking her eventhough I had not seen her. She seemed a far cry from those evil mother-in law's you see in movies :). Now she is gone I really wished I had met her am sure we would have got along quite well.
The positive is that she is in a better place now, watching over us and definitely praying because she passed away on her knees praying and interceding for others.
Farewell, for now because we will have our mother and daughter reunion later in the heavenly places.

I am Officially Ghanaian...

'You are officially Ghanaian' those are the words my trainer told me last friday. After he said that I was utterly confused, I thought I had been Ghanaian all along although I must admit there are some basic features like speaking my language fluently that I lack. A few seconds later I realized he was saying that whilst looking at my little finger. My finger looked like it had been submerged in ink or overtanned. I looked at it said 'Oh' and we laughed it off.
 The question is how did my perfectly manicured little finger look like it had been roasted? Let me narrate the events that led to the above statement.
In a few months every Ghanaian will be going to the polling stations to vote and only last week our government decided to start the biometric voting registration which is supposed to cover a duration of two weeks. It is important to note that we are over 22 million citizens and many of us work or go to school and it seems unfeasible that the majority of Ghanaians would be able to register in order to vote during this short amount of time. So, in order to beat the system we device strategies. This is going to be my first voting process and it has already left a bitter taste in my mouth. I had to wake up really early because didn't want to be in a queue but I eventually ended in one. When we arrived there was so much chaos. People shoving,pushing and shouting. Some random guy was shouting on the top of his lungs that he had slept there the night before keeping vigil on his position....hmmm can you imagine.
Fortunately for us(my sister, brother and I) we had gotten some insider to speed up our process. In other words we had oiled a little the hands of some worker.
P.S this information is to be kept between you(fellow bloggers) and I.
This sped up the process a bit but it rather intensified the commotion outside because people started hurling insults at us and saying threatening comments like' You guys are not going to get out of here without a fight' etc.  These comments did not scare me a bit because Ghanaians are more of the talking type but never arrive at the implementation stage. After all the caucus, my fingerprints were scanned, my picture was taken, my name was keyed into a database by a lazy service personnel who took ages typing and in the end my little finger was dipped into some black ink that can not wash off.
The black ink means I have registered to vote, I'm performing my civic duty(whatever).
This ends my tale. To be continued later..
                                                                               Yours Sincerly
                                                                                Officially Ghanaian gal lol

1,2,3 Action!!

1,2,3 Action! That is how I feel my life is turning out like now.  This is no April fool gimick, though I wish it was.Too much activities and the time management I talked about previously is really not working. Last weekend I catwalked at a fashion show organized by my good friends it was awesome! I had the chance  to wear clothes by up and coming Ghanaian designers , walk with other models and enlarge my social contacts. This week I am reciting a poem for Spanish week in my department on top of that I have to submit my research/ thesis proposal this week.
What I would love to hear is some soothing music or my boyfriend talking me to sleep(too bad he is in Nigeria). Am too tired to talk, type or blog. Love you guys but goodnight for now.