TIME FLIES with LOVE, BEAUTY & OPPORTUNITY

Wow! The things I have said and learnt from these silly scripts working in radio.
Just found these edited words (not mine originally; I only rewrote and imbued them with a sprinkling of collective wisdom and wit) from old scripts saved under T for Tourism dating from the 90s.

Hmmmmmmm.  Ns3m piiii!

I guess all of us, men as well as women, must invest in only loving and giving people; put valuable time and effort into worthy relationships in our youth or rely on the government to assign us unwilling helmets and boots for partners when life really begins. 

How time flies when we are in good company. How time flies with love, beauty and opportunity!

Geography of WOMAN: A Guide for tourists

Between 16 and 20 a woman is like Africa,

mostly undiscovered; part wild, part civilized. 

Naturally beautiful and fertile but easily persuaded by all things flashy and foreign. 

Needs a sharp focus on education, health and basic infrastucture, 

not embellishments and entertainment.

Parental guidance desperately required.

Between 21 and 30 a woman is like America,

Well developed, hot and sexy. 

Over-confident in looks and over-rated in abilities. 

Open to trade especially with investors in possession of ready cash 

and highly visible collateral. 

Over-reliant on the maxim: Turnover is vanity, Profit is sanity, Cash is reality. 

Attracts keen tourists of all kinds and many investors looking for quick dividends.

Aversion to greed desperately required.

Between 31 and 35 she is like India,

quite hot, yet relaxed in the conviction that any fading charm 

is compensated by a career on the rise, beautiful belongings

 and her exotic cuisine. 

Continues to attract tourists and investors, 

albeit in smaller quantities due to publicized problems.

Self-awareness desperately required.

Between 36 and 40 a woman is like France,

In possession of a well-developed taste for décor,  

cuisine and entertainment.

Graceful but aging.  

Still a warm and desirable place to visit for vacations. 

Reality check and humility required.

Between 41 and 50 she is like Yugoslavia;

Bruised and battered in a lost war or two, 

haunted by past mistakes and past 

unworthy investors. 

Radical internal and external reconstruction is 

necessary if she is to stay competitive in the new world markets. 

New strategy and reinvention required.

Between 51 and 60, she is like Russia,

very wide with open unpatrolled borders but the 

frigid climate and chapters of unpleasant history 

keeps people away.

Openness and kindness desperately required.

Between 60 and 65, a woman is like Mongolia,

with culture, and a glorious all conquering past

but alas, read about only in books. 

New associations desperately required

After 65, a woman is like Afghanistan.

Almost everyone knows where it is, but no one wants to go there 

unless visiting family or conscribed by government.

Paid or subdued partners may be acquired.

Thank goodness, they say, age is just a number. It has nothing to do with how old you are.

GOD BLESS THE FATHERS WHO CARE

This Sunday 17th June, make some time to remember, honour and celebrate the father in your life. 

The 3rd Sunday of the month of June is Father's Day, a celebration honoring fathers and celebrating fatherhood, paternal bonds, and the influence of the 'daughter's first love', the 'son's first hero' and the 'first leading men' in every society. 

Each of us is born of two parents, father and mother. Some are fortunate to have their biological parents present, visible and influential in their lives.

For many, however, the roles of father and/or mother have been played by other kind and generous spirits who have loved and nurtured, provided for and protected them.

Raising, mentoring and teaching a child is arguably the most rewarding work many of us will ever do.

And those who commit to do it deserve acknowledgment, recognition, even praise. 

Good fathers come in all shapes, sizes and types. Some are sages, some are humorous, some cash-rich, some disciplinarians, others cautious and anxious, some humble and soft-spoken, and some even border on the copious and obnoxious.

Whichever type destiny served you, make time to say a word of gratitude and send your heartfelt wishes to him.

Whether they are the one who made your mother pregnant, the one your mother chose to be pregnant by, the one who was named as father of the child and accepted, the one who honoured and married your mother or the one who chose to be there for you as you grew up, so long as they were kind and generous enough to do right by the child, they did something right. 

And there will always be something to remember them by. 

Hell, they say, hath no fury like the wrath of a woman scorned. Not a good circumstance for the child but little wonder that some fathers have been prevented by angry mothers from seeing their child. Some failed to do right by their child to hurt the mother. Some have been cut off because the mothers found more comfortable circumstances elsewhere. And some lost their way because they found another to warm their beds. 

Wherever you are, remember where you belong. 

Every parent has a duty to make their child grow strong. 

A dedicated father is a blessing indeed. 

I am fortunate to have been blessed with a purposeful, provident, powerful, prayerful and playful man who has guarded and guided me through childhood, adolescence and manhood. By emulating what he does, I am a better man and father too.

I will forever love and respect you Dad.

Opanin Kwasi Darkwah. Nyame 'nhyira wo.

God richly bless the Good Father.

Life is a bed of roses, with a few thorns for punctures and punctuation

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"Life must go on, and so it does unabated. 

Whether you actively participate or indolently hibernate, 

the sun will rise and shine, dew drops will fall, birds will fly, 

cattle will graze, and at the end of each day the moon will reflect the rays of the sun. 

Life goes on whether we like it or not.

As my good old buddies Jedi Blue sang in the early 90s in a lovely cover ...Why Worry?

The twists and turns that scare and demotivate so many are not wished for, but one grows to learn that they are to be expected. 

At it's time of delivery, what would the newborn child be without it's cry? 

After his last breath, what would the powerful man be other than peaceful and quiet? 

In between life and death, the starting and final whistles, what would the beautiful game be without firm goal posts and some dribbles, lobs, decisive shots, back passes and robust tackles in-between? 

So go on. Set your goal and follow your dream 

Sometimes you must tread softly, others you'll have to scream

But live your life whether you're seen as friend or foe

And keep on trucking through the desert towards your stream 

There will be sunny days and breezy nights 

There will be grey clouds and ..errrm.. mosquito bites 

There will strangers bearing good tidings and sorrow 

And dearest friends today turn enemies to fight 

But such is life whether you are husband or wife 

Or lonely heart in search of your peculiar strife 

There are fragrant roses in the garden for you 

Go get them but be prepared for the odd prick and knife" 

-Kwasi Kyei Darkwah, MA