Definitely not, said Meryl. She added that she was aware that people might well have conflicting thoughts about their decision. And Mwisho? A stand-up guy, one of the most genuine people he'd met. Munya, who was disarmingly nervous about hosting the ceremony, said Meryl understood him even before he walked through the door Eish peeps, have to say that although Munya and Kaone have never been among my top favourites, they more than rose to the occasion on Saturday, pulling out all stops to ensure it was special.
Everyone buried any personal differences and celebrated the moment. More than that, they did it wholeheartedly and with grace. A big up to them! As the sun set on the day, Uti remarked that it was probably the nicest day ever in the BBA house.
For Munya, it was awesome, while the engaged couple sent some heart shout-outs to Biggie. The generosity of spirit in the house was a far cry from the meanspirited atmosphere that prevailed in Farmville. They mourned. They wailed. They lamented. They fumed. And boy did they fume. Eish, they're going to have to fumigate The Barn after the show to get rid of the fallout generated by Saturday's orgy of jealousy.
The air was thick with the green stuff; it rose like a towering nuclear cloud, a giant mushroom of envy mingling with self-righteousness, disapproval and malice.
So toxic was the atmosphere that Jen started to see green men, or women. Heck, who knows. Uhmmmmmm, whatever Jen. No ways. Not them! The disapproving sisters would have gone upstairs to the bedroom and got drunk. Oh you models of propriety, you! Don't know where the Witches of Eastwick were on Saturday night, but the Byatches of Beastwick were out in full force, drinking deeply from the chalice of malice.
And daCode? My eyelids were stiff and had some burning sensations when I touched them. I applied a little shea butter and other creams on the lids, and in the next couple of days they would heal eventually.
I check out of the motel after two nights and picked up my son, Nathan to go visit my wife in Seattle. I have always wondered how parents of very young children manage it when they fly together. Unfortunately I was doing it all alone. He was surprisingly well behaved when we got to the airport. We queued up patiently and went through the security checks brilliantly with his nose mask on, all the time. But the troubles started when we headed towards our boarding gate.
He wanted to have anything he saw in the shops, from snacks to drinks, including alcohol. I got some snacks, water and candies just to calm him throughout the journey. He was all over the place and simply uncontrollable. He started crying and throwing tantrums when I refused to buy everything he wanted. Finally we got onboard and got seated.
Fortunately, we were alone in our row. Nathan was quiet and well behaved before take off but started misbehaving shortly after. He would open the trays in front of him; and kick the seats here and there. I calmed him down a bit when I handed him some Haribos and snacks. Occasionally he would even throw some of the snacks into the general cabin. Goodness knows how uncomfortable I felt. Thankfully he fell asleep and I got some respite for the almost 6-hour flight.
I also tried to get a little rest as well. When he woke up he soon started with his tantrums and before the flight ended, I experienced one of the things I dreaded most about traveling with kids. Yes, Nathan urinated on himself without telling me he wanted to Pee and his pants were wet. Even worse, I had forgotten to pick an extra pair in his carryon bag. I took him to the lavatory and changed his underwear and got back to the seat.
Soon he got cranky and started crying about his tummy, and each time I gave him some water to cool him down. When we started to descend, he started crying about his ears because the pressure was building up in there. I tried to comfort him by hugging and covering his ear. Soon, I sensed that he had pooped, when I started smelling it. I held him closely so he would be still for the landing.
Before getting out, most of the passengers kept praising Nathan for being well behaved and in my mind I was like what!!!!!? Anyway, I quickly dashed out and made my way into the family washroom to clean him up properly. We made our way to baggage claim and there was even more tantrums from Nathan as we waited to collect our luggage from Alaska. When we got our bag, we headed out to look for my wife. We were excited to see her, and after all the hugs and kisses we hit the road to drive for some few hours to Whidbey Island.
After days of family bonding and some small rest, we headed back to New Jersey. This time, I packed extra cloths in his carryon, just in case! Thankfully, we made it to Newark around 11pm. And, although I had said I would stay in motels to save money, I booked the Double Tree by Hilton hotel for the rest of my stay. So after collecting our luggage we ordered an Uber to the hotel for some much-needed sleep.
I took Nathan to his grandmother the following day. I used the rest of my stay to do some shopping, visit friends and family and also do interviews before leaving.
I was initially worried when I got to the lab and found out that my booking was not in their system, but I was re-registered and the test was conducted. In less than 24 hours I received my results via email and I uploaded it to the United Airlines website. On my last day before my flight home, I visited Rahway and observed a car show that took place there.
When I posted the video on Facebook, a young man who runs a foundation that supports families of Ghanaian police officers, left a comment that he was close by and wanted to come meet me. I told him I was in Newark and I was leaving town the next day. He offered to come visit me early in the morning. My team covered the launch of his foundation in Ghana so I was familiar with his name and thought it would be great to see him before I left town.
A post shared by Ameyaw Debrah ameyaw He called me in the morning, just before I checked out of my hotel, that he had arrived. So I went downstairs to meet him. So he parked and waited for me to finish everything and complete check out. But looking at the bags I had on me, we thought it would be better if he took me to the airport, instead of my mother-in-law. That way he could help me with my luggage. So we drove back to pick it up before heading back to the airport.
At the airport, one of my bags was overweight when we weighed them, so I had to move some items from it into my other bag to balance things off. I was lost for words but I knew he was godsend. I eventually made my way to my flight to Washington Dulles, but not without some little incidence. The crew wanted to collect my carry-on luggage and check it in, for me to pick up when I arrive in Accra but I said no. So took my bag inside and luckily there was space in the locker for it, phew!
There was a little delay so when we arrived in Washington, there was a bit of a rush for most passengers who had connecting flights to catch. I had a little over 40 minutes before boarding time, so I took my time and had a long walk to the gate for our flight. Shortly it was time for boarding and I joined the queue for my zone. So I joined another line to get everything validated before my boarding pass was stamped for me to get on the flight.
I went back to the flight manager who now allowed me to continue into the plane. Luckily I found space in the overhead locker opposite my seat. So I tucked in my luggage and took my seat quietly. I sat down quietly and waited for the flight to fill up so we can set off.
When the plane was almost ready to fly, I saw the same flight manager from earlier walking towards me. He asked me to collect my luggage and move in front with him, so I did just that.
Yes, he took me to the business class cabin and gave me a seat there. He introduced me to the purser and the rest of the crew for the business cabin, as a top blogger from Ghana, who was doing a lot of great work for the country. Wow, I was so happy because I really need some good rest. I sat down and soon noticed that I had left my phones and passport in the pocket in front of my original seat in the economy cabin. I quickly rushed back there to pick it up and made my way into my new seat.
The purser had promised me an awesome cocktail so when the dinner service started, he brought me juices and spirits to for cocktail alongside the beef and potatoes I requested. I was really tired and needed sleep so after watching the new Mortal Kombat I leveled my seat into a flatbed and dozed off.
Damn, the perks of business class!! I woke up in the morning and ate breakfast, just before we landed in Accra. When we got to Accra, we were the only major flight in, so it was smooth going through the COVID protocols at the airport, and being in business class meant I was amongst the first in the queue.
However I found out I was also supposed to fill a health declaration form online. Since my details were not in the system when they checked for the declaration, I had to enter them using a tablet provided at the airport. I then proceeded to go through the immigration checks. I then moved to baggage claim to pick up my bags from the carousel.
My iMac was the last to arrive since it was a box marked as fragile. Then came the experience from hell that ruined my fun business class highlight. Yes, I caught the prying eyes of customs, and apparently I had to pay duties on my iMac. The customs officers asked me if I had an invoice for the computer and I said no, but I told them the price so they could use that for their calculations. When they gave me a seat I should have known I was in for a long wait. After about 30 minutes of nothing happening, some officers immerged looking to ascertain the weight of the iMac.
Then it became a matter of whether they should weigh it with the box around it or not. I soon started complaining that I was being delayed unduly. After over an hour I was given some forms to go and pay to the cashier. When I got there, there was nobody there. So I went back to complain and they found the cashier. My first real encounter with customs at the airport! Phew it wasnt fun. I spent over one hour just to pay duties on an IMac. And not because the place was so busy.
Finally when it was time to pay the cashier, I was told my debit card couldn't be accepted. My wife recently spoke to me about getting some video games for our three-year old son to play on his tablet. She had seen how the children of her colleagues play various games on their smartphones and tablets, so enthusiastically. Nathan is used to playing a lot of education videos and games on his tablets but my wife felt it was perhaps time to try something new like Candy Crush Saga or Temple Run although these games are recommended for age 10 plus.
I have also observed keenly, how video games excite children, so I agreed it would be a great option for Nathan as well. I still remember my earliest encounters with video games. I always wanted to have a video game for myself but my parents denied me during my primary school days. My father said it would distract me from my studies. The Iconic Tetris console was of course a favorite for me too, back in the day.
When I got my first laptop in my university days, it was the era of the Internet and so I explored a number of games online. But after the university, I had not played a video or computer game until recently when I was looking for options for Nathan.
I came across plays. It stocks a number of free browser-based online games. There are hundreds of free games across various genres including arcade classics, cartoon games, comic games, education, solitaire, sports games, pinball and more. All games are unblocked free HTML games which you can play directly in your web browser with no app downloads.
One thing I have noticed is how computer games have now turned into intriguing storylines, filled with extraordinary graphics, inspiring characters, and elements of realistic approach towards gameplay setting, and overall production design.
But when I really looked through the options onsite, I knew deep within me that the true essence of computer games has never changed. He gains unique magical powers in each world. The game is easy to play and there is a full guide on how to play it even before you start, from how to hit and block punches to how to swerve the worms and other adversaries that come your way. My favorite is using the special moves to kill them faster or easier. I am not one for reading guidelines so I went straight into it punching may way through it all, and discovering new tricks as I went along.
Here, the opposition was largely easy to defeat worms, and some robot-like machines. I fairly aced it in a matter of time, with no failure. Just as most combat games, I was able to pick up items that boosted my lost energy due to the hits I received, as well as extra lifelines along the line. So I will try it again when I have some more time on my hand.
According to details on the website, beating the game unlocks a second harder version of the game called Nightmare Mode. I will surely keep trying to see what the nightmare mode has waiting for me.
I want to thank everyone for the amazing well-wishes, prayers and gifts that characterised my 40th birthday celebrations. You inspire me to excel more each year! One of my biggest highlights was on Monday, when I visited orphaned children and abused women at the Potters Village Home, in Dodowa. I first heard about the home when Ameyaw TV was invited to cover a donation earlier in the year.
I was touched to make a similar donation when I watched our video from that event. The Potters Village is a charitable organization established to provide care and support to women and children who suffer domestic violence and abuse. Wendy Shay has heaped praises on her manager, Bullet for being the best in the industry. Today, I ask whether that category is even necessary? What is the true measure for the artist of the year — be it for a genre or the ultimate? An obvious standard for measuring an outstanding artist would first be the body of work.
I know the Ghana Music Awards over the years has also considered the level of artistry and the performances of the artist as a key indicator or measure for choosing the artist of the year, which I find pretentious and even contentious because we each look for different things in a performance.
So by logic, in choosing an artist of the year, the number of hit songs good or bad , album or EP ratings, and public ratings would be good indicators. Looking at the nominees in the category this year, the others had more than just these attributes! Over the years, we have come to accept the Ghana Music Award scheme as being a judgment of the Board, the Public and the Academy. While I love it for this unique outlook, it comes with its inherent challenges also.
And I feel that to preserve the integrity of the awards, some changes need to happen. This includes scrapping off the Artist of the Year category.
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