My Dei Tumi Moment

30 Apr

For the past month and a half, I have found it very tedious to come up with anything meaningful to write on. It is not as though I haven’t found topics. I started writing on how painful it is to be a creative person in this country, another one on a client who owes me and my crew money for the past three years for work done but is living the good life on social media and receiving all the 405488_10150429681401404_153185629_n.jpgaccolades from organizations, royals in Ghana and the office of the president( as for pay di3 they will pay or I’ll pull a Jocelyn Dumas very soon), poems on various themes, my unfinished novel, and other projects I have to work on.
It just felt like I wasn’t connecting to the various things I had to write on. Imagine trying to connect to your kasapa GSM phone in this era when people are talking about 5G or being invited to dinner with your up the ladder girlfriend’s family only to get there and realize that your knowledge in medicine does not go beyond swallowing Panadol for a headache during the entire evening’s conversation because her entire family have individual PhDs in the medical field and are ‘booklong’ people and you, a hardworking pupil teacher in Kojokrom who just happened to be born at the other side of the ladder through no fault of yours. I hope you get the drift now.
I really love to write for fun but I have realized that I have been struggling to do so for a while now. I can’t actually blame it on writer’s block because I write when I’m contracted to do so. And so, I have come to the realization that my lack of enthusiasm for writing for fun is due to adulting and priorities. Like many of you, when the priorities of adulthood begins to knock you on the head like those French teachers who escaped the civil war in Togo and wore faded starched Khaki pair of trousers pressed with box irons with tucked in linen Lome shirts used to do to us back in the days, you’d realize your survival mood self-archives the things you used to do for fun. In its place you begin to worry about all your insecurities about life and mount pressure on yourself like pressurized cassava dough sacks overloaded in a rickety hard body Isuzu pickup truck descending the Kpeve mountain on a market day
So here I am wide awake after 1:00 am thinking about all those moments I couldn’t wait to become an adult as a child and thinking to my myself, Mehn, growing up is a huge scam. If you do not agree with me on this, then I’m grateful I’ve been of great help to you like a broken disco watch but if you do, worry not, for its shall pass if you really want it to or you’ll just end up like those sunken ships at Prampram beaches with no treasures and do not forget to clap for me and let the accolades flow, for I have just had a Dei Tumi moment with you as my audience.


Posted by on April 30, 2020 in Poems


2 responses to “My Dei Tumi Moment

  1. nanaadjoa2325

    April 30, 2020 at 2:17 am

    The growing up scam part just weak me

  2. Judith

    April 30, 2020 at 6:48 am

    I can so relate Selikem I only started blogging a few weeks ago after starting and stopping so many times. You write with such depth I pray you find more Dei Tumi moments lol


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