of peculiar flowers/like sound of laughter/fluid in words you could spell/only after lettering down/libations on territories/virgin with mystic bites/of your footsteps/creating gardens/of hope beyond tales

Monday, August 8, 2016

What the KasapaFMOnline Apology to Kaya Adwoa Forson should have read

On the morning of Monday August 8, 2016, we published a story on Ghanaian Swimmer Kaya Adwoa Forson.
On the morning of Monday August 8, 2016, we IRRESPONSIBLY and APPALLINGLY published a story that referred to the TALENTED 14 YEAR OLD Ghanaian Swimmer Kaya Adwoa Forson, as SEXY.
The headline referred to her person as ‘Sexy’. We have since corrected the error.
Our UNFORTUNATE HEADLINE indeed reflects how low we have sunk in performing our duties as journalists. If sexiness could win Olympic medals perhaps we could have an excuse for being the PERVERTS you have rightly pointed us out to be. wishes to apologize to Adwoa Forson and all who were hurt by how the headline was captioned. The story was in no way seeking to objectify her person.

KASAPAFMONLINE.COM REALLY HAS NO EXCUSE.  This is just PLAIN STUPIDITY and an ABSOLUTE DISREGARD for OUR RESPONSIBILITY TOWARDS CHILDREN.  We did not only objectify Adwoa Forson, we also effectively condoned inappropriate sexual behaviour towards Junior High School PUPILS.
We wish Adwoa Forson well at the Olympics. As started this morning, we are celebrating all members of Team Ghana at the ongoing Games.
ADWOA FORSON is only 14 years old but she is already making Ghana PROUD. We as fully grown adults have failed at our jobs and fucked up Ghana even further.

Thank you

AtwommÉ” Editor

You make God so real Adoley

You loved it when I said hell is only a place
Out of your two million shoes
you picked up a pair
dusted it and walked out of hell

You are flying across oceans
wearing high heels meant for your feet
my love, my friend, my little sister
you make God so real

Do you remember when we cried
when we were so afraid that maybe
tomorrow will swallow us up
and spit us out
at a place that will kill our dreams?

Do you remember
how we sat on the floor
in that single room apartment and ate
Plantains, Kontomire and Kobi?

Did you know that today
when I think about you
is what chokes me
till my eyes collect tears
like rain on the eight day of August
when you, this fantastic creature
was born with that terrible morning breath of yours
and a heart that finds its way to laughter 

Happy Birthday precious love 

Pillow fight

My pillow ate half of my neck last night and left pain
sticking out like a fish bone on an emptied plate
One, don’t take work to your bedroom
Two, sit upright and smile at nothing
Three, get up and stretch like a baby’s yawn
Four, drink more water like the Harmattan
Five, eat something more than mangoes and coffee
Six, lift your head up from the screen and call your mother
Seven, masturbate and hug your pillow
This is the only way to stop your pillow from eating
any part of your body on a Sunday night