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Friday, 24 February 2017

Kelewele Date with Marietta (28/02/2017): February Musings

Hello world and you are welcome to this month’s kelewele where I will write and talk about all things pertaining to my interests.

February was a very short month. You wake up late and you’ll realize it is afternoon, and you’re now going to get breakfast. By the time you are done eating, it is evening, then you’ll go back to sleep.

It has been a very unproductive month for me, but I’ll try and catch up as soon as possible.

Apart from the month being unproductive, I have been up my poetry game. My inspiration comes mostly in the early hours of the morning and I try to write the idea down, if not the whole poem. On St. Valentine’s Day, I wrote some short love poems on the blog. You can read the poems here.

I was fortunate to meet my friend after 5 years. We were studying Science together and were in the same class. I was so excited to meet her.

More pictures with friends

My selfie game is getting better. FYI, I’m not good at taking selfies.

I even take selfie on a taxi’s rear view mirror

I was a twin for a day. We called each other companions.

I still visit my friend’s salon. She massages my hair though, while washing it and I like it that way.

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Tuesday, 21 February 2017

Life is Short and You Only Live Once

Life is short and you only live once. These statements makes me think twice to enjoy life three times more.

Life is short, so laugh out loud. Life is short, so throw away sorrow. Life is short, so allow the sunlight to enter your room. Life is short, so wear that lipstick.

You only live once, so fill your memory cards with pictures and videos. You only live once, eat your favourite meals. You only live once, so laugh at your mistakes. You only live once, get closer to your Maker.

Life is short, so give out more hugs. Life is short, kiss often. Life is short, you’re not too old to play.

 Life is short, so don’t criticize children.

Life is short and you only live once, so DREAM BIG!

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Tuesday, 14 February 2017

Short Love Poems by M. G. DeGrant

Currently playing: Mi Naa Bo Po by E.L

Hello world and Happy St. Valentine Day!

I hope your day would be filled with love and red and chocolate and roses and cupid and everything associated with it. 🍫💗💏💑💋

Every year, on the blog, I write a love poem on the blog. This year would be a little different. Instead of writing one love poem, I present to you four short love poems that you can easily remember.

I hope you love them and enjoy them.

These are poems from my imperfect poetry collection.

I have some poems written by me that I claim to be imperfect but I love them too.

Please enjoy, but remember to have fun.

p.s. Mi Naa Bo Po has been on repeat since last week, and I am not tired. I’ll be tired of it soon.

1.Even if my poem is not appreciated by others
 At least I can write about you
 And it would stay between us.
 Everyone would see the faults in my poems
 Only you would appreciate every flaw
 And embrace it with your imperfections

2. Your imperfection is like ice cream
    It has no definite shape
   But every lick is mesmerizing

3. Some people fear the idea of forever
    But I know with you
    Forever is too short a time

4 Put your head at the corner of my neck
And breathe hard into it
For it is soothing to my soul
Talk into it
And let me feel my body vibrate

Which of them was your favourite?

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Sunday, 12 February 2017

Sunday Catch Up 🍵

Hello world!

I usually don’t blog on Sundays because I consider Sundays to be my day of peace and rest. Sundays are the day I observe as the Sabbath as a Christian, so I take this time to be offline for a while. (Actually, not the whole day, tbh).

Anyway, I just decided to blog today, just like on a quiet Sunday and we are sitting together on my bed, with some snacks and we are just talking the rest of the quiet afternoon away, till it is time to cook supper.

I have been writing a lot of poetry these days, and sometimes feel proud of them. I know I am the type that after writing a poem, I hate it the next day. But these days, I write poetry I am proud of. Maybe, I can publish them one day and they will learn them in schools. The sight of published works of mine in bookstores and libraries will definitely bring goosebumps on my body, I know.

There is this quote I would love to share by President Gordon B. Hinckley (1910-2008). He observed:

Love….is the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. Love is at the beginning also, and from it springs the beauty that arches across the sky on a stormy day. Love is the security for which children weep, the yearning of youth, the adhesive that binds marriage, and the lubricant that prevents devastating friction in the home; it is the peace of old age, the sunlight of hope shining through death. How rich are those who enjoy it in their associations with family, friends, church and neighbours.

I love this piece so much. It is poetic and I ponder it in my heart.

Last night, I wrote more than five short poems and none of them was a love poem. I didn’t even realized until I was out of inspiration. I later didn’t mind because my love poems are not the best anyway.

Here is a wisdom knot I want to share with you

Just as no one can
Tell you how to feel
About a beautiful sunset,
No one can tell you how
To live your life.
You are the artist…
And must shape your experiences
With your own hands
-Susan Staszewski

Happy Sunday and enjoy the rest of the day and the week.

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Wednesday, 1 February 2017

Burst Into Bloom 💞

Hello World! And Happy New Month.

Today, I bring to you a post where I will talk like a real African.

I am already a real African, so don’t ask.😂

And as you read this post, listen to Becca’s African Woman in the background.

*clears throat*. This post is dedicated to All African Women, especially my mother.💕

If I had Akan font, I would have written the entire post in Akwapim Twi, and most people will not read it because they can’t read Twi.

A moment of silence….😓

I admit that there would be spelling mistakes if I had written this post in Twi.

Nti I will write it in English. Case closed.

*clears throat*. When you hear the noun phrase, African woman, you might thinking about a woman who lives in the bush, with children and is working on the farm. When she is coming home, she is carrying firewood on her head, holding a bunch of plantain on her right hand, and a pot of ermm... something on her left.

Is that an African Woman?

Well, maybe not. That is the ancient way of thinking.

To me, an African woman is a brave woman, a mother and a homemaker. She is a survivor and a friend of nature. She hunts and feed her off springs. She communicates with the wind, and knows when danger is approaching. She is a doctor. She is a fierce black woman.

Dear African Women,
You are beautiful, and intelligent and clever. Be proud of your colour (I’m not even supposed to tell you. You should know that!). Be proud of your heritage. Your hair might not be able to dance in the wind, but trust me, you can do many things with it. You can make it stand, you can make it relax.
You are a survivor, you know how to roll with the wind, in good times, and in bad times.
You are a treasure, a jewel, a gem. You cannot be priced because you are priceless.
Never let anyone tell you, you cannot do it. Never let anyone tell you, you are worthless.
Say what?
If someone tells you that you are worthless, use your hand to grab the words, and trample on it, or better still, THROW IT AWAY. Like, do it. I mean it. Do it in their faces. After all, we all have one brain. No one has two.
Burst into bloom. Let’s do it.
Yours truly,
Written in purple ink

Let’s Chat: What would you like to say to an African Woman?

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Monday, 30 January 2017

Wake Up With Me in Winneba: Returned

Hello world!

I am back to the beach side…for a long time……again.

So, since I left the small town in May, I’m back. (Except for a few times when I came over for events)

There are so many things to do this semester; both academically and socially…..and work. Well, we are back to continue to struggle.

Just kidding. We are back to continue with our work.

God bless us.

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Friday, 27 January 2017

Kelewele Date with Marietta (27/01/2017): Is January 365 days Long?

Happy Friday everyone!

You know, I almost typed a complaint about how long January is because the fact that next week is still January really baffles me. I mean, how? But that’s not a way to start my blog posts because it would bring wearier, and I don’t want my blog to ever do that.


By the way, thank God for February.

You are welcome to the first kelewele date for this year. Maybe we should talk about how long this month is.

Ugh…what are the odds? Even next week after this kelewele date is still January.

The fact that everyone is complaining means that you have really overdue your stay, January. I think you should just go.

I used to dislike May for this very reason, especially when I was in Secondary School. School reopens in the first week in May. By the second and third week, you’re already broke, and you haven’t even reached June.

Your life is literally over. Seriously.

Maybe, January is so in love with the year 2017, he can’t let go.

This is me right now, even though I am not 25.

You know what? I want kelewele dates on this blog to involve readers of this blog. This is the opportunity to show your writing skills. Send an email to with your post.

Please no topics on politics and religion.

Food posts are so welcome.

Anyone and everyone can send the posts/articles.

I’m waiting.

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