God knows I dont easily get impressed. Yet in all my sporadic long years of blogging, only few pieces have caught my attention and stayed with me, especially when it is a short piece. On yes, on those, i set the bar really really high.
The last time some short piece did impress was one by Nana Yaw Asiedu, one of Gh's fine bloggers.
I have taken the pain or rather pleasure to reproduce it in its entirety here.
"The
Devil Tried to Sell Me Bread Last Night
I
was stuck in the Accraian vehicular mud on the way home when he accosted me
near the dark Airport Traffic lights. He materialised upon me, wielding a loaf
of bread in his right hand. His left hand was out of my view, so I could not
see the miniature pitchfork certain to be clutched in it. His eyes were hard
and bloody, his ears, hairy and elfin. He gave one severe look, and I zigzagged
through the queue. He may have been a human vendor, but I didn’t stick around
to discover. I fled with the thought that since the time of Jesus, You-Know-Who
has been tempting Earth with bread"
The next was by KASAPOLEY. Yep! She only calls herself that though because as she puts it " Kasa Poley is Fante for talkative. I feel I have something to say. This is my way of putting it out there. Her last blog post was in 2011. Sad. Such talent.
Just read below
CELIBACY.
I am a very sexual person. I don't see myself
as a nympho. I just like good sex and I'm stupidly open-minded. I'm only
twenty-two and I think I have done everything.
Recently I have been making lovey-dovey
feelings take over my life because of sex. I love being single and I hate
pressure. I feel like most people around me want to fuck and it is getting
annoying. I don't know how not to be myself. I can meet someone for the first
time and if I like the person's vibe I feel free to talk about anything that is
on my mind. Sex is a topic that everyone finds interesting so the moment that
comes up and I free my mind I start getting hit on. It is becoming irritating.
I always feel like I have ''FUCK ME'' written on my damn forehead. The fact
that I am open doesn't mean I'll fuck.
To me, sex is art. I feel like an artist
during intercourse. I get this emotional rush. I feel like whoever and I are
the only ones in the world and at that particular moment the person is my only
care in the world. Pure pleasure. I don't get attracted to people's appearance.
I won't fuck you because you are beautiful or handsome. I'll fuck you because
of where your mind is at.
I have named this post celibacy because as at
midnight today, I decided to become celibate. Sex is complicating my life. Too
much emotion running around. I'll start having sex again when I meet someone
who I want to be in a real relationship with.
I
hurt someone last week and I'm feeling really bad about it. Although it is not
entirely my fault it is my fault. (I don't know if you understand it but I
can't be bothered explaining it).Sometimes following your instincts gets you
out of drama that could easily be avoided.
I
hope I dont get tempted.
Back though to why i have summoned y'all here to this blonce again after such a long hiatus.
As a way of reviving my blog, I figured the best way was to guest feature someone to write a piece on absolutely anything. The results most definately blew my mind away.
The writing is deliciously exquisite and gosh i cant believe she is a novice to this. If Efua Sutherland is ever gonna be outdone, i guess we just found out by who. The writer though only ghost signed the piece and I'll oblige in not revealing any further about her identity.
You right, I should let just let you have a first hand feel. Do well to leave your comments and reactions to the writing style. As always mind little the content but the strokes of her ink. Its beautiful. She calls it the weird bday
WEIRD
BDAY
So
am a weird person. That fact was settled longggggggggggggggggggggg ago, wont
bore you with details but yes its confirmed by every single person i have ever
met. However there is always a need to keep calm and never (never ever) give
the first impression of my weirdness. This I do gleefully and without malice
(who am i kidding. i do it gleefully with cunning malice)
SO
UPON MY ENTRANT INTO THE LAW FACULTY AS A STUDENT, I ALWAYS HEARD ‘PPLE’ (and
by people you know who. Our learned gossips. Best source of dishing info on
anyone at any time. As for its credibility well…)…..so I heard about a certain
obnoxious and very very very very rude man (man?) huh student (that’s better)
called Oliver.
He
generally shied away from ‘the populace’, always had the I-know-more-than-u
do-look. I was instantly ‘enchanted’ like a virgin bride on the first sight of
her own to be devourer’s anatomy. I was transfixed! Not to blow my own horns (although
that’s the idea) am pretty. I like to choose my kind of men and never the other
way round. I know am a dish and I don’t care.
Back
to the subject matter...OLIVER! Getting close to him was ‘THE CHALLENGE’ haba!
Never saw him and when I did, having a one on one (clean thoughts Pls) proved
to be the slaying of the kraken. BUT even that giant demon was slayed.
Cunningly and with wit, I made my way into his way ‘drunkenly’ at a beach
party. Now I must say I love my drinks, I know my drinks and I NEVER get drunk
enough to hinder my mobility so that drunkenness could be argued to be
perhaps…unreal? Fictional? U decide.
The
rest was blah blah blah blah….as usual crawling (yes crawling. That dude was
just something else) my way in UNTIL on the 21st of April. Now I
must say I really didn’t see me becoming his friend. To me, he was a conquest
sort of. We were gonna have a little fun then we would no longer be so tight
well at least I would be gone (Marion jones style). But on the dawn of that day
which happened to be my twenty something bday I received a call about a
delivery at my door, opened my door to find presents only and no person. I was
(tearfully?) so touched. Oliver remembered my bday. From then on, he made a
friend in me.
Morale
of the story; presents can swiftly shift you from an amazing shagging mate to a
friend faster than lightening. If he hadn’t he would have been tapping this
ass. Kisses. AWO
You know who, I know you gonna hate me for this, but this is actually really beautiful. Just my way of saying, please please, when you become a Famous writer do remember you did it here first.
