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Ermilia’s Picture it & Write.

The pier was her place of retreat; her place of peace and quiet, where she could take a vacation from people-pleasing and be herself. The red garment she lay on kissed the lake in romance and she, seduced by the words on those pages she was glued to. She was in another world, much less boring than reality.

Suddenly, she turned at the sound of rustling bushes near the bank. She had the feeling that someone was watching her, but brushed off the idea, thinking it was a deer or hedgehog. No one knew about this place, except her parents, who had died in an accident the previous year. Still the bush rustled. Now, she began to panic. Could there be a peeping tom in there? She sat up and called out, ‘Anybody there?’.

There was silence. The bush stood as still as a doorpost. The silence, now riddled with mystery and uncertainty, troubled her. She squinted, trying to make out what was behind those bushes. Was that a rifle sticking out somewhere in the middle of the foliage? Was that a man in camouflage? She was about to call out to him when…

The bang jolted her up with impunity. She sat up, wet from profuse perspiration. She looked around and saw the Daniel Radcliffe poster on the wall behind the bed, glowing in the dark.

‘Are you alright, Dear?’ her mother’s warm voice inquired from the doorway. ‘Your father and I heard you shouting.’

logo-ligi is a Ga word (spelled lɔgɔligi in the Ga language) which means tickle.

The Gas are the largest tribe in the Greater Accra Region of Ghana.

I enjoy a good laugh especially in the company of friends.

I love it when people laugh together over trivialities or serious and sensitive matters (to lessen their weight).

I want to tickle you with my articles, cartoons and other entries on this blog until you burst into laughter so you can have your share of fun every now and then.

And when it comes to serious matters, I will tickle your imagination and intellect to encourage you to be innovative and to take initiatives when reading, writing and exploring your hidden talents.

ANANSE NTONTAN (SPIDER’S WEB)

I introduced this blog on the 31st of December, 2011 (click here to view this post)

You can also go to the About page (click here ) for further information about the blog and its icon.

logo-ligi… to inform and inspire

 

Entering Aunt May’s orchard required stealth, cunning and a bit of espionage. There were the guard dogs, Ares and Mars, the barbed wire, and the briers and brambles she had planted beside the metal fence as a further deterrent. Nobody dared enter her estate without prior notification. That’s what twelve years of reclusiveness can do to a person.

What’s her story? Some people say she lost the love of her life two days before their wedding. Others say she had a nervous breakdown after losing her only child. Nobody really knows the mystery of lonely Aunt May except Aunt May.

WORD COUNT: 100



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The Early Bird…

 

The Early Bird

Hello folks! I find that having to sort through blogs for a review of a particular book amongst many other articles can be frustrating. Search engines can be of some help. Nonetheless I’ve decided to make a gallery where you can easily spot the covers of the books I’ve reviewed and subsequently, all the books I will review.

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DIPLOMACY

 copyright-scott-l-vannatterI know they’re sayin’ all sorta things about me out there, so it’s time I set the facts straight. This is what really happened. I just sat by quietly and watched her make Christmas ornaments. I didn’t touch nothing. Look at my paws. Am I capable o’ strummin’ a banjo? I don’t have opposable thumbs, for goodness’ sake. Maybe they mistook me for Puss ’n Boots… Naaaaah! That ain’t right. He ain’t even from this part o’ town. It’s all a conspiracy, I tell ya. And they got the songwriters in on it. Ask Dinah. She’ll tell ya the same story.” 

Friday Fictioneers is a meme by Madison Woods

Now hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Ermilia’s Picture it & Write.

This popular nursery rhyme is what came to mind when I saw this week’s picture.

How many of you know all five stanzas?

     Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
     How I wonder what you are.
     Up above the world so high,
     Like a diamond in the sky.

     When the blazing sun is gone,
     When he nothing shines upon,
     Then you show your little light,
     Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.

     Then the traveller in the dark,
     Thanks you for your tiny spark,
     He could not see which way to go,
     If you did not twinkle so.

     In the dark blue sky you keep,
     And often through my curtains peep,
     For you never shut your eye,
     ‘Till the sun is in the sky.

     As your bright and tiny spark,
     Lights the traveller in the dark.
     Though I know not what you are,
     Twinkle, twinkle, little star.

TRIVIA:

 The lyrics are from an early 19th-century English poem, “The Star” by Jane Taylor.

The poem was first published in 1806 in Rhymes for the Nursery, an anthology by Taylor and her sister Ann. (Courtesy: Wikipedia)

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In retrospect, his father had it easy. All he had to do was send a letter or postcard each month to let the family know which swamp or jungle his expedition had taken him. No rebuttals or instant interrogations. Marriage wasn’t complicated further by social networking and IMs.

Forty years later, John smirked at fate’s twisted sense of humour. Here he was, caught in a battle of words on skype, explaining to Lily why collecting insects in the heart of Guam was more important than spending Christmas with his family.

His father had it easy. The world had really shrunk.

Friday Fictioneers is a meme by Madison Woods

Now hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

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