The Almighty Breast!

I presume, no blasphemy intended, when God was creating woman, He spent half of the time on the breast. Where it's placed is catchy no matter the angle of elevation or depression of the eyes.

The architecture and sculpture into the breast is one sight of a lifetime - it doesn't repel the eyes. That's why I empathise with those who sometimes get their eyes fixated on an innocent breasts! Show me one who can take away his eyes away from the master artwork of the breast in a millisecond and I will show you a traitor.

The breast comes in small, medium, large, X-large, XX-large and sometimes very hard to group sizes. Out of this thousand and one sizes, none is above the other. The breast is unique - no matter the size, the value is the same. It serves all purposes for which it was designed.

The breast radiates erotic gamma rays which penetrate all numbness of varying degrees. Your proximity doesn't count much, the eyes has its own specially designed microscope that magnify the breast to its cells details by a mere sight, touch and even sometimes by imagination.

The breasts remain the only two-variable equation for which every daft can adduce values for.

The breast has that prominence to be integral part of trying to describe a lady to someone. Like, "that girl with the breast as if she's carrying the breasts of all the girls in this school" or "the girl whom God almost forgot to give breast to" or "the skinny girl whose chest has no speed ramps"

I am afraid there are magnetic bars with an alloyed steel in the breast - the very reason of its attractions whiles in firm posture.

The breast deserve a 21 gun salute for it remains the entrance to the building. (Ooh, blame me! What did I just say?) Blame Snr Abdul Hayi Moomen for pushing me to write this piece of explicit eroticism!

Feeling shy now!

New year or just another day?

It was 7:30 pm, on new years eve, and I was force feeding my son in his sleep. He hadn't eaten since late afternoon and I didn't want him waking me up in the middle of the night because the hunger pangs were setting in. He was tossing his head, with his lips pressed together, firmly choosing his sleep over my convenience.I finally gave up, and settled in for a few hours wait.

My hyper active baby was asleep, and the best thing to watch on television was a repeat of a movie I once found fascinating. I wondered why Jackie Appiah only got burnt on the face after the acid attack when her hands were clearly covering her face during the altercation. The eye roll was inevitable, so was the subsequent mind wandering.

My mind's eye roamed wildly. I tried not to dwell much on any particular thing. I determinedly tried not to focus on issues that involved thought. Gradually, I tuned out the activity around me, till I came face to face with what I had been avoiding. Me!

The true me. No pretences. Just scared old me. I was thinking about myself in a way that seemed eerily removed and distant. INTROSPECTION? Layer upon layer, I'd undressed myself, and staring at the me I now faced, I felt a mixture of emotions. I assessed my fear and grimaced at the fear of my fear. I weighed my options, and felt the ignition of hope I had been hoping to turn into a raging fire, catch on albeit almost imperceptibly. I smiled at how lucky I have been. To live, to be healthy, and to have hope. I chided myself for some mistakes, and made a resolve to be better. I was looking at me, and I wasn't sure that was what I wanted to see. I could be better. I thought about the people I had lost within the year, some to the hereafter and others to the world, and prayed for them.

Katari started to stir. Half an hour later he was washed and tucked in, and my reverie continued. I was also now in bed, facebooking mindlessly. My news feed was decorated with many inspirational new year messages. Some were "like" worthy, others "puke" worthy. Unfortunately Facebook doesn't have a puke bottom. The majority of them had no notable effect on me.

Then I thought...Tomorrow is 2015, a new year. How different is it going to be from today, the current or is it old year? I'll wake up the same person, still afraid of my shadow and reflection, running away from me. In that instant, I sat bolt upright and thought, tomorrow cannot be just another day. It might be just another day but it is also the start of the new year. It is a new year for the rest of the world so it can be a new year for me.

Then the significance of new year resolutions dawned on me. A significant statement that serves simultaneously as a plan of action and a vision statement. A new year resolution is not just a statement of a resolve to be better, it is a statement of hope. Carefully I made mine. I stated it mutedly so the rest of the world couldn't hear me, but loud enough for God to.

Today is the 1st of January 2015. It could be a new year for you, or just another day. If it is a new year, let it be a beginning of a better you. If today is also just another day, be reminded that it is also a new day. A possibility for you to be more fulfilled. Be reminded constantly of the inconstancy of life, and make every day, be it in the middle of the year, or at the end of it, COUNT!

To a better 2015. Happy new year people!

Written by: Shiraz Saajida

The power in you!

One day all the employees reached the office and saw a big advice written on the door.

"Yesterday the person who has been hindering your growth in this company passed away. You are invited to join the funeral"

In the beginning, they got sad for the death of one of their colleagues, but after a while they got curious to know who was the man who hindered their growth.

Everyone thought: Well at least the man who hindered my progress died!

One by one the thrilled employees got closer to the coffin, and when they looked inside they were speechless. They stood shocked in silence, as if someone had touched the deepest part of their soul. There was a mirror inside the coffin and everyone who looked inside could see himself.

There was a sign next to the mirror that read:
"There is only one person who is capable to set limits to your growth...It is you. You are the only person who can influence your happiness, success and realization.

Your life does not change when your boss, friends or company change.....your life changes when you change...you go beyond your limiting beliefs and you realize you are the only one responsible for your life.

Its the way you face life that makes the difference!

If an egg is broken from outside force....life ends but if it is broken from inside force life begins. Great things always begin from our inside. Believe in yourself. Make your change".

Artisans are invaluable

Japan and many other countries have been able to speedily recover and rebuild their cities and communities after natural disasters such as typhoon, earthquakes etc. The secret is they have professional artisans. The deal is, I build your house, you roof my house, I paint your house and you sew my curtains. In most of the rich Arab countries, where skyscrapers and magnificent edifices are springing up, they prefer artisan immigrants (hand skilled workers) to white-collar job seekers. A lot of these artisans who are struggling to make a decent living in the country end up migrating to help build other nations to five-star status. It has always been my thought that all my kids will learn an artisan work along with the main stream overhyped formal education. Africa is a fashionista sadly I'm yet to see a world-class clothing line from Africa. Nike, Reebok, D&G, G. Armani, Paul Smith, Jon Sean inter alia are renown across the world and is making lots of money in Africa too. Trust me, a group of well resourced tailors and seamstresses can start a big brand. Elikem The Tailor is making waves. One big support and he's gone. Maybe it's about time the government reconsidered where we spend our money. Fifty percent of our budget on education yet the education is just the name - little or no impact. I've come to realise that talent and skills pay more than the much chased certificates. Fact is, the world's most richest man has never been the world's most educated man. Well, Ronaldo with his talent and skills makes more money in a week than the highest paid civil servant in Ghana. We need a rethink! Talent and skills are greatly rewarding. We need to build our capacities in it as a nation.

The boy with two 1 cedi notes

I met one small boy crying with two 1 cedi notes in his hand! I asked him why he is crying? He said his mother sent him to by 1 cedi sugar and 1 cedi cowbell. But he has forgotten which of the 1 cedi is for sugar and which one is for cowbell.