Osibisaba

Soa wo sunsum wo kenten mu,

eti s3 wo de nsuo agu mu.

Nanso mpaebo de3 ye be toa so.

Yenhu mfaso) mome,

Enso eny3 hwe.

Na ya ma ye ho so,

Daakye ebe ye yie.

ko wo nkotodwe so.

Wonnim s3 saa na ye y3 no?

bo mpae, na tua wo tithes.

Sunsumsore de3 ye de be soa wo.

Mendwene se a pa wo ho.

Ye de wo sunsum be hy3 kenten mu.

Anokye kraa, wei de3 wannsum ho dae.

Heavy Spirituality

Put your spirit in this basket.

See? It spills out like water.

Pointless isn’t it?

Yet the prayers to keep it in that basket,

rage on.

Don’t ask us questions.

All we’ll do is shrug, 

and tell you it’s nothing.

One day, 

Tomorrow,

Soon… everything will fix itself.

Get on your knees.

Don’t you know that that’s how it’s done?

Pray hard and pay your tithes,

because you’re never escaping this

heavy spirituality.

Don’t you dare think it’s passed you by.

Though it is pointless,

we will pray your spirit into that basket.

And we will succeed, in ways Okomfo Anokye* 

didn’t dare dream of.

*Okomfo Anokye is an historic famous Ghanaian fetish priest (or medicine man) who worked for the Ashanti people. Among his numerous feats, was conjuring a stool of solid gold out of the sky. This stool survives today and represents the soul of the Ashanti people.

I’m home again. And realising that this summer is full of planning for me. But it should be good. We havent felt this full of purpose in a while. But as always, sitting in my window seat as Accra and it’s lights appeared below me (although today there were regular flashes of lightning because we were weaving around a thunderstorm), I remembered how good it was to be home. Bogas and all :).

The greatest feature of Princeton life in the last week, has been all the boxes. We’re all boxing our lives up for the summer. Well not our entire lives, but a good deal of things. I watched one of my friends say goodbye to his room, and I was refusing to be sad, but I am now. It was so weird to see this room empty. Stripped down to floors, walls a dresser and a bed. And that’s what happens. I’ve been sluggish with packing because a part of me dreads to see my room (although it was one of the places where I spent the least time) stripped; of the early excitement that very first summer afternoon, as I moved in to PRINCETON. My room, as I made new friends, and they sat on my bed, ate my chocolate, and showed me youtube videos. And my friends rooms, where most nights were spent, on the floor, a window seat, a bed. Freshman year is over. And I hate emotional statements of this sort, but it hits me that Princeton has become my life. I’m looking forward to home, Hong Kong and Shanghai. But isn’t it the weirdest thing, that whenever you walk into a room at the beginning of a school year filled with fresh hopes and anxieties, you always leave a different person?

And now, I’m boxing my life up. Stripping my room, putting it back the way I found it, and leaving, to go and live another life for three months. And I will come back in September, to boxes I fear will be moldy, and wild, lazy hazy summer nights.

We toy with this fear.

Sweat dangles in front of you.

And, and,

stammering is easier than speech,

denial is always easier than truth.

So we toy with the fear.

We rearrange the lies,

because really,

the truth is never any fun.

Your day goes so horribly wrong, all you can do is laugh.

“Pure water cannot come and overtake the rubber that was holding the first water”

-Wanlov the Kubolor

I just discovered this blog. Oh my God! Best thing ever! Too funny!

• The person that thought inception was something new needs to bring himself/herself up to speed. Only when a man needs to implant an idea in a woman’s head is the process that complicated. Women have been doing this shit for years.
• So after a conversation with one of my friends, I’m doing lots of thinking. Fairly confused, but perfectly calm about it. Bottom line, what is the point? (yes this is cryptic, it’s only here so it gets out of my head and I can go to work)
• The summer is going to be long, and i think that i might actively miss Princeton and its people. Weird. It’s not the norm with me. Dont get me wrong though, I’m looking forward to going home and then doing some globetrotting :).

And so it was a joke. Ignore me, I was being melodramatic.