Raw Passions: His side of the story

(Photo Credit- cjoyzv.tumblr.com)

(Photo Credit- cjoyzv.tumblr.com)

I sat behind her in my room. The more I shifted to the other side of the bed, the closer she drew towards me. I could smell the pomade in her hair and the perfume in her dress. Yes, we have vowed to stay off any form of intimacy including cuddling, kissing ,sex, etc. I only brought her to my room to show her a movie on my laptop and as we watched, she kept snuggling closer and closer to my side. I was feeling uncomfortable, I kept my cool though.

As the smell of her perfume filled my nostrils, it became overbearing. Let’s just say I lost my cool. I drew closer to her now. After all, this is the lady I will be getting married to in future, so what is the big deal if we did something beautiful and different tonight? My blood began to boil as I felt her body close to mine. I started whispering sweet nothings into her ears. I didn’t know what she wanted, but I knew what I wanted. I raised my hand and touched her left breast, she starting whimpering. I could see the fear and confusion in her eyes. Have I misread her emotions? My hand still laid on her breast and she made no attempt to take it off. I pulled a little bit harder at it. The room was silent except for the movie which was still showing on the laptop and the pounding of our hearts.

I have always imagined how our first time was going to be during our honeymoon. Of course, I have assured her I was never going to attempt anything ‘crazy’. We have both vowed to remain chaste. That was months or even years ago. But tonight is different. She was the one who kept snuggling closer. I was the one who kept pulling away. She was the one who started everything, so what am I supposed to do, now that she has succeeded in turning me on. I could feel heat emanating from my body.

I jumped off the bed and pulled her closer to me. She felt warm and God, didn’t she smell good? I held her tight in my arms and shut my eyes, wanting this moment to last. I drew away and tried to read the sentiments in her eyes, since she has suddenly gone dumb. I have been playing this scene several times in my head even before today, but in those scenes, I expected her to pull away. The look on her face spelt fear, but I knew her body wanted something more from me. I pulled her closer again into my arms for a tighter cuddle. It was as if we were being held together by some force, it felt good, I must admit.

I was disorientated too. What is my next move going to be? Should I just leave her to go or I should listen to what was going on ‘down there.’ I held her in my right arm and with my left hand, I tore her dress to see what she has been hiding all these years, and my God, what a sight? She was so beautiful.



Raw Passions : Her Side of the Story I

(Photo Credit- cjoyzv.tumblr.com)

(Photo Credit- cjoyzv.tumblr.com)


I am  trying my hands on something a bit more creative this time.  Raw Passion is in three parts: two parts from the point of view of the lady and the last part, from the point of view of the guy. Hope you  enjoy it……….

She felt close to him; It was that intimate kind of closeness. As he sat behind her on the bed with his head leaned on her shoulder, he started whispering sweet nothings into her ears. She felt great.

“This is what I have been missing all this while.” She thought to herself. “Something I haven’t experienced yet.”

It felt good and she did not want it to end. She kept inching closer and closer till she could feel him behind her. Suddenly she could feel something heavy of her left breast. She touched and it was his hand.

“What was he trying to do?” she thought

Things started getting a bit rough. She could just feel it, a premonition maybe. The hand that laid on her breast was now pulling it so hard she could feel the pain. Her heart was racing. She was getting scared because this was not what she had had in mind. She tried taking those heavy hands off her breasts, but it seemed he was stronger than she had imagined. She could feel the bulge in his pants. “There!” She thought again, “I have done it.” She had turned him on in the wrong kind of way. “Is there a right and wrong kind of intimacy?” She asked herself.

They have vowed to stay off any form of intimacy including cuddling and kissing till they got married.  But that was months or even years ago. Has he changed his mind? And was it her fault? All she wanted was some closeness. Not all of these.

He got up from behind and stood right in front of her. She thought it was over. But no, he was not finished with her yet. He pulled her in a rather tight embrace now. Very uncomfortable. He pulled away and took a step back. He looked at her intently, rather strangely, as if that was his first time seeing her. It almost felt as if there was fire in his eyes. She knew he was burning with passion and desire. He came closer again and held her tight. Even tighter than before. She could almost taste his desire. But that is something she knew she cannot satisfy simply because they have vowed to stay chaste. A vow is a vow, something that should not be broken so easily, right?

It’s not as if she has it easy. She has also been having her share of sleepless nights. There were times when she felt she needed someone close. But she knew she stood no chance of getting that kind of satisfaction. At least not now. She only sought for closeness, an embrace was what she had in mind. She didn’t mean to wake passions in him. She never imagined this will happen. It was as if he could not pull away from her.

His demeanor suddenly changed. Everything about him became rough, even the embrace. She started fearing what was going to happen next. Still holding her in his right arm, he tore her dress with his left hand. He threw the dress away as he stared at her partially exposed body. She didn’t recognize him at this point.



A letter to my Blog: Tourists Invasion

Dear Blog,

I know you are angry with me for not being a good friend. The agreement was one post a week and it’s been three long weeks since I posted something here. It hasn’t been my fault. We have some visitors from Germany. They are Germans, Caucasians, very white people and Blog, you don’t know what we went through. We (my family) virtually turned the house up-side-down. I don’t know if you are Ghanaian, but I know if you were, you would understand what I mean when I tell you we have ‘white’ people visiting us.

So I have been busy, but I know it’s no excuse for not speaking to you. I miss you a great deal. Blog, on a serious note I want to be rich. I know you are laughing and wondering why the sudden change of mind. Yes, I want to have money and tour the world. I want to visit castles in England, go skiing in Austria and bungy jump in Australia. Blog, people are really having fun touring the world. So younow see why I want to be rich?

Kakum Canopy Walk in Cape Coast

Kakum Canopy Walk in the Central Region

Did I tell you I followed the tourists to Kakum for the famous canopy walk? Oh, sorry. I haven’ t spoken to you in a while, so you probably don’t know. That was my first time and I know most people have spoken to you about it and how they were scared, but yours truly was nervous for the first part of the canopy walk and the rest was like she was walking in her bedroom- no flutters in tummy. In the end, I concluded the canopy walk fear has been hyped or people pretend to fear to catch the attention of others. I have seen videos on Youtube with people weeping while walking on that, but I was full of smiles on that walk. Maybe I need some suggestions on stuff that really scare the hell out of people because the Kakum Canopy Walk failed to do that to me. You could also try it one of these days.

Anyway, I was also at the Elmina Castle and you won’t believe what fellow Ghanaians do to tourists. Can you believe sea shells are sold to tourist for about 5 cedis? Don’t worry, I will show you photos of the shells I am talking about.

The sea shells with the inscription sold to tourists

The sea shells with the inscription sold to tourists

After the sea shells with some inscriptions in marker are handed over to the tourist for a fee, the tourist is given a form to sign and this form is supposed to support some football team in the community, and the poor tourist pays some money after she signs that form. And when I was trying to intercede, my fellow Ghanaian says to me in our local language, “Oh, Madam, why you don’t want us to eat?Let her give us something small.”  So I had to look on for the tourist, who has such a good heart, to support a football team whose match she will never see in her life. So Blog, what will you have done if you were to be in my shoes?

It seems I have spoken so much in this letter, so let me leave you to have some rest. I will definitely speak to you soon. No more long silence. Believe me.

Your Blogger Friend,


Three-Day Professional Photography Experience

A representation of the city-one of my photos

A representation of the city-one of my photos


“She has to know the aperture.” One professional photographer said.
“Yes, I agree. You have to know the ISO, the white balance and the shutter-shock.  You can google those terms. I believe you would understand the terms better and maybe capture better images” Another photographer added in agreement. “She needs to know the camera she is using. She has to get used to it. The camera she is using is powerful. She can capture equally good images with what she has. That is all she needs.” Another male photographer chipped in.
“Aper-what? What is ISO 80, white balance, understand a camera? Why? Is the camera a human being??” Those were my thoughts as the professionals bombarded me with the terms and I believe most of us will find ourselves in a similar situation, if we were to be in the midst of these professional photographers.  It hardly crossed my mind that people will be so fascinated by cameras and understand it’s language so well. To those of us without the eyes, a camera is a camera. It has to take good photos and we will be fine. But the professionals- Simone Gilges from Berlin, Germany and Mamadou Gomis from Darkar, Senegal and the other photographers I met during a three-day workshop understand images. They understand cameras, lenses and tripod stands. They can tell a relationship between an image and it’s environment. They believe photography is a universal language that is understood by all. I have never met a bunch of people appreciating something so passionately such as a simple image, like these photographers.

The Ghanaian reaction to a camera
The young photographers at the workshop were to capture images that represented the city of Accra. Have you ever tried capturing an image in the middle of the city, while everything showed clearly you aren’t a tourist? I believe Ghanaians react differently to the camera,when they can tell you are not a tourist, but just one of them. The reactions varied, but mostly annoying;

“What are you doing with that around your neck(referring to the camera)?”

“What are you going to do with those images, if I should ask?”

“Are you taking the photos abroad?”

“Herr(a rude way of calling somebody in Ghana), please make sure you do not capture me.(this was a warning directed to me)”

“Please, wait for me to pass before you take that photograph.”

Those were a few of the comments I heard. The most annoying one was, “What do you think you are doing? Do you know it’s a security zone? You may be arrested if you are seen with a camera around here?” My reaction was, “Really? Since when did taking photographs of billboards become a crime in the city?” I didn’t know about that, but I put my camera away because of this ‘national security alert.’

I was capturing another image when all of a sudden, I felt an arm wrapped around my neck, I froze in fear, turned around and saw a dark guy with a very wide smile. I looked at his face trying to see if I recognized him, but he smiled more widely, unperturbed. He asked, ” So what are you doing? Which organization do you work for? What are you going to do with the images?” ” I wish to know, maybe I could also apply.” He added. I just stared at him as if I did not understand the language he was using till he left me alone to capture my images.

Now, I appreciate the work of the photographer better.


Representation of the city- another photo of mine

Representation of the city- another photo of mine

A growing concern: Will books be extinct?



A few of my favorite childhood novels, will they be available in five decades ?


A few years back, my dream was to save some money and visit a particular bookstore in Accra. Books in that store were cheap. They were books that have been shipped into the country, fairly new. They could be described as second hand  books(people buy them new, they read and re-sell them overseas, and they are shipped into the country). But strangely enough, I was unable to raise that money, so I never visited that shop.

Recently, I visited that bookstore. It was with mixed feelings of nostalgia and high expectations; I was fulfilling a childhood dream and desire. With smiles, I entered the store in anticipation. I imagined finding books on different subjects and at cheaper prices.

I was rather thrown aback when I entered and found the shop rather empty of both books and customers. The only person in-sight was an attendant reading a Bible. I looked round the shop and saw some old dusty books on the left side, a long mirror right ahead of me and to my right, were some paintings hanging on the wall. I found this weird; what are these rather unusual paintings doing in the bookstore? I decided to engage the bookstore attendant in an informal interview. First, what are these paintings doing in the bookstore?


The rather weird paintings in the bookstore

His response was,” They are not odd, you only have to read the inscriptions and you may like them.” I took a closer look at the paintings and I still found them strange. I told the attendant about my childhood desire and the expectations I had earlier.  And to that, he replied,” Very soon, this bookstore will be no more.” I was awed, I looked on, while he explained. “The book selling business has become slow. They are not being bought at a fast rate. Now, people have turned to computers and tablets. They just get on the internet and they have whatever they need. They prefer that to reading from books” He said,” We are going to use this space for something else; for a more vibrant business, something which will move faster.” He added.

Books on my Amazon Kindlefire

Books on my Amazon Kindlefire


The bookstore attendant succeeded in putting me in a reflective mode. I remembered the Amazon kindlefire I had in my bag. The result of my new possession is the disinterest in visiting bookstores like I used to. I remember one particular habit I picked up from a friend which was quite useful. Visit the bookstore not necessarily to buy the book, but to read a few of the pages of the book you wish to possess. This habit takes you to the bookstore almost everyday; you keep going there till you finish reading the book, without buying it. Now, instead of bookstores, I search for WiFi spots where I can assess internet to download books, mostly for free. I started observing public spaces and at events, and I realized, maybe in a few years time, books will be extinct.  People are now using more sophisticated means of storing books and taking notes. No wonder book shops are closing down. I started asking myself these questions, “Are we going to find hard copies of books in say, five decades from now? What were your favorite childhood books? Will they still be available in some time to come?’