Harry's Bag

Two men walk to the Kwame Nkrumah Circle, Tiptoe Lane Area, to buy mobile phones. Both buy phones wrapped in brightly coloured polythene bags and walk home jolly. One unwraps his polythene bag and takes out a beautiful new smartphone in a box. The other opens his polythene and takes out the contents, his jaw dropping in surprise because he got a bar of soap instead of a smartphone in a box. His surprise is even more amplified because he thinks to himself “ how did the other man get a smartphone whilst I got a bar of soap even though we both bought from the same area? ” Lots of people have bought soap instead of smartphones at the Tiptoe Lane area. Yet others have bought very good smartphones from this same Tiptoe Lane. There’s a morbid concern about love relationships and marriage these days among young people. The concern has been accentuated by social media pages and groups where people share their stories both good and bad. In sharing these stories on the good-bad sca

How does anyone pay about GHC 1,500 a year for membership of a gym? I mean gyms are attractive: bright lights, loud hip hop music, enthusiastic sweat-glistened patrons clad in attractive sportswear (you should see the young ladies, damn I wish I was young again) . But GHC 1,500? C'mon maen. I'm not the only one who has found gyms attractive. Loads of people do, and they are trooping to gyms to shape up, among these are married women who feel the need to get their shapes back after childbirth or a close shave with a shapey sidechick. To most of these women getting a figure 8 makes them sexy enough to keep their husbands. All this is good, but dark stories are emanating from the bright gymnasiums ( that's the full term for "gym", but you know that right? ). Stories of steamy sex involving the married women and male gym patrons after the vigorous exercises. No, I'm not talking about rape, but consensual sex between the married women and male gym patro