Tuesday, February 8, 2011

To Ghana Men... you know the ones..

"Obruni koko, what is your name?
Are you from US? Germany?"
No, I'm from Canada, call me Abena
"Abena, all the beautiful girls, they come from Canada"

"Girl You shaped like a bottle of coke, I love your teasing bones"
Like coke? I'd be a hard habit to break... I know.
"Baby girl you got a phone?"

I got a phone. I'll give you my number, it's MTN
054-fuck-you-very-much
Call me sometime, maybe we can do lunch..

Then you'll take me home to meet your mom

"Ma this my wife
Ma this the girl who changed my life
I'm gonna buy a ring for her"

A ring?
Thanks, but you can put that on my middle finger

I'm flattered by your complements
But boy, dont touch me, let go of my fucking wrist
I dont need you to hold my hand
I have a boyfriend, a fiance and a husband.

"But you can still be my lover girl"
No. You have no chance in the world.
No chance in hell no chance on earth

I'd peel the skin off my own legs,
before i'd be your 'lover girl'
Just the though of all of that
makes my fingers want to curl
and clench my fists and...
and...
and...

Sorry! Are you bleeding? Poor baby.

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