interior/ product designer
i love everything art
if am not playing games then am designing something 3D or learning a new design program ;p ^_^
Today I had to meet a client. Who was as usual late so I missed the. blogcamp14 awards. Thats the bloggingghana awards.
BloggingGhana .... ie ( Ghana. Association. Of . Bloggers .and . Social . Media . Enthusiasts )
Soooooo I followed the tweets and my fav was the this
"@jabdulai: #BlogCamp14 Award for Best New Blog goes to www.ammakonadu.wordpress.com Congrats, will be checking out!"
(▶_◀) So I went on her page and yeah I loved it. I love short stories and I love reading what people think about and how their minds create different ideas.
To me it's sort of like "essay writing" in schools. A teacher gives a topic and the amazing part is one topic but different stories. That's beautiful.
(●_▲) Anyway ECG in Ghana has ( for lack of better adjective/adverb ) theif-my-light !! Ask any ghana-man. They do it shamelessly all the time. So I'm gonna read. First one I read on her page is
" GREATER THAN…LESS THAN "
The write up makes it simple. Are you that righteous to judge?
Read read. Read. Read read Read read. Read. Read read Read read. Read. Read read Read read. Read. Read read Read read. Read. Read read Read read. Read. Read read
Little Johnny watched his daddy's car pass by , school playground and go
into the bush. Curious; he followed the car and saw Daddy and Aunty Jane
in a passionate embrace.
Johnny found this so exciting that he could hardly contain himself & ran home and started to tell his mother. "Mummy, I was at the
playground and I saw Daddy's car go into the bush with Aunty Jane. I went back to look and he was giving Aunty Jane a big kiss and then he helped her
take off her blouse. Then Aunty Jane helped Daddy take his trousers off, then Aunt Jane..."
At this point, Mummy cut him off and said, "Johnny, this is such an interesting story, suppose you save the rest of it for supper time. I want to see the look on Daddy's face when you tell it tonight."
At the dinner table that evening, Mummy asked little Johnny to tell his
story. Johnny started his story, "I was at the playground and I saw Daddy's car go into the bush with Aunty Jane. I went der to look and he was giving Aunt Jane a big kiss, then he helped her take off her blouse. Then Aunty Jane helped Daddy take his trousers off, then Aunty Jane and Daddy started doing the same thing that Mummy and Uncle Ben used to do when Daddy was in the Army."
Sometimes you need to listen to the whole story before you interrupt!
Learn to listen oooo.
Listen with the intent to understand not to quickly reply!! - mum
Life in kumasi ....... you will love it I promise!
Every morning my friend Rebecca sends my friend Naa and I texts to start our day with. Three of us have been friends since Senior High School. Still friends and forever friends.
I'm gonna be posting them all
I'll label bek's own as
Beks' morning text to naa and I ( BMTTNAI)
Oh and My friend Mary Ann too sends some of to our WhatsApp chat group. Ill put that up too.
That one will also be tagged
MaryAnn's morning text to our chat group ( MAMTTOCG)
Link : http://q4aso.tumblr.com/
So I'm having a convo with my very first ex yeah. Stubborn as ever but we get along just fine.
Men and women who was born with kill- blood.
Silly topic yeah I know. But ghana ECG has taken our light so sooooo .
Well finally we came to this
1. Every woman CAN kill
2. We were born with the ability
3. it came with patience. A really big God-given-heart-of-patience ( yes make sense out of it yourself )
4. You ( any man) are probably a life cos your mum and all the other women you have come across haven't run out of patience yet.
5. Statement number 4 " you": represents all men respectively.
Yes my ex and I are bored cos there's no light . Roflmaol.
Just being silly.
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