Monthly Archives: March 2012

I have not been watching too much TV these days, I have watched all the episodes of gossip girl which were so kindly downloaded for me, and have gone through most of the other shows too. But I don’t mind, … Continue reading →

Since I have come to live in Ghana I have developed a bit of an accent. It is not Ghanaian although my British friends think that there is a touch of the African in there. It is not British, although … Continue reading →

In my previous life, I used to see my director every morning on the train. He would get on at Southwark station and we would both alight at Waterloo and take the walk down the road to the office. There … Continue reading →

I’m so tired now but just stopped for a drink, and filled the gap with a boiled egg with fresh hot pepper in the middle. At 20p it’s cheap, it does the trick, and the pepper dilutes the alcohol. Ok … Continue reading →

What a day it’s been. Got to work at 9 today and been busy doing nothing all day. Well I have been doing a lot actually designed a nice powerpoint presentation on a new template only to be told that … Continue reading →

So it’s a waiting game at the moment. It has been confirmed that I will move to marketing to become a brand manager, but my move is dependant on the plan for the current brand manager. I am thinking June … Continue reading →

I want to start of by thanking you all for the birthday wishes, what was a panic state turned out to be quite nice. So I am not at the top of the mountain yet. At least I am blessed … Continue reading →

When I came to Ghana, I only knew a few family members. They were all fairly well off so honestly, they looked after me. They housed me, fed me, provided me with a constantly flow of electricity and water. ECG … Continue reading →

So wasn’t able to turn back the hands of time. It’s arrived, I am now officially in my mid thirties. Saying goodbye to 30 and on the fast train to 40. I look back on those days when I couldn’t … Continue reading →

I am exhausted. I have come to the washing bay, sat down while the boys was my car, and don’t know if it will be possible to get up again. One thing I love about Ghana is that for less … Continue reading →