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Love-making is wonderful! It is one of the most amazing experiences in life. People make love (or as we love to say bluntly, have s*x) for many reasons: to consummate their relationship, to make babies, or just for the fun of it. Love-making is seen as a sacred act in our society. It is believed to have spiritual implications hence it is not to be taken for granted. In the typical Ghanaian society, a youth is not expected to have any form of sexual relations until they are married. Those who are caught flaunting this are often shunned and labeled as social misfits. The major reason for the preaching of abstinence from s*x until marriage is to prevent wrong mixing of souls: it is widely believed that soul/spiritual ties are formed when a couple have s*x, and these ties go a long way to affect our lives and destinies. But, what if there is a chemical reason for that soul-tie feeling? One important organ involved in sexual intercourse is the brain. The brain sends and receives s

Everyone loves Friday! Friday is the only day among the week that promises freedom from bosses and clients/customers, much needed rest, and some time to make up for lost time with friends and family. We welcome Friday with this popular abbreviation: TGIF! Where did this come from? What does it mean? Origin of “Thank God It’s Friday” History cannot agree on the exact time that TGIF began to be used. However, according to the Encyclopedia of Slang, the expression “Thank God It’s Friday” appeared in print in 1941. Over time, people used the expression to show their joy at the approach of the weekend. People say “TGIF” or “Thank God It’s Friday” or “Thank goodness it’s Friday”. Is It “Thank God It’s Friday” or “Thank God Is Friday”? People on social media platforms celebrate the advent of the weekend with pictures and texts that express their joy of break from the hard week and the opportunity to relax before the onslaught of another work week. Unfortunately, some of thes

By: Emmanuel Coleman She lay back on the bed and ran her palm up and down her belly. She wished. Oh how she wished! She slipped off her night gown and rose from the bed. She went to stand in front of the full length mirror and looked at herself.  She slipped off her panties and stood, completely in the nude. She surveyed her voluptuous body from head to toe. Her breasts were full and firm. She had a little pot belly but her shape was lovely. Gerda sighed and patted her crotch. Her nipples stood out, yearning to be touched. She sighed again. She stood there for some time equivocating. The clock struck 12 midnight. Gerda finally made up her mind.  She quietly padded barefoot out of her bedroom and moved to Kwaku’s bedroom. She turned the door knob and went in and flipped on the light. Kwaku Kissi was fast asleep. Gerda trembled with desire.  She went to his bedside and lifted the covers. She slipped into the bed beside him. Kwaku was awoken by her kisses on his face.

THE LIVING SOAM By: Emmanuel Coleman This morning, when I bought my copy of the Daily Graphic, his picture was boldly displayed on the front page. I haven’t seen his face for the past twenty years. When I read the headlines it said: CONTRACTOR CONVICTED FOR CAUSING FINANCIAL LOSS TO THE STATE. The story said he had defrauded the state of over fifty-five million dollars for contracts he wasn’t awarded and never performed. The judge sent him away for a whopping seventy-three years in prison with hard labour. That was as good as a life sentence. When we were in the second term of our first year in Bishop Lawrence’s Boys Secondary School, Kwesi Enu joined us from another school. He became both my class mate and dormitory mate. He was a lively little chap who most of the time wore a self-satisfied grin on his face. In no time he became one of the most troublesome juniors in the school. In fact not a single day would pass without my friend getting into one form of trouble or the o

By: Emmanuel Coleman As the young lady approached him, Kwaku Kissi saw she looked friendly. Maybe she could be of help to him. Maybe she could suggest a boarding house or hostel he could spend the night. “Hello, wie gehts?  My name is Gerda,” she said. “Wie heist zu? What’s yours?” “My name is Kwaku,” he replied. “I’m looking for somewhere to lodge for the night. Can you help me?” “Why don’t you come home with me?” Gerda suggested without thinking. “I live alone in my cottage; you can sleep in one of my rooms.” Kwaku Kissi couldn’t believe his luck. And Gerda, she only realized what she had done when Kwaku thanked her profusely. She shrugged and said, “Let’s get on the way before I change my mind.” They strolled together through the lanes towards the edge of the village where Gerda’s home stood. It was a sweet little cottage surrounded by a well-kept garden. She had inherited it from her parents who also inherited it from Gerda’s paternal grandparents. Her parents an

By: Emmanuel Coleman Kwaku Kissi was running from the Polizei and immigration officials. His crime? He was an illegal economic immigrant. The day before, he was nearly accosted because someone informed the police of his illegal status. He had to take flight to avoid deportation. He had clambered down the fire escape of the next door and hid in a drain until the cops left before he could get away. He did not have anywhere in particular to go to so he headed in one direction hoping that he would get as far as possible from the long arm of the polizei and immigration. He walked through back alleys and took care to avoid contact with people. He trudged on and on, famished and knackered, until he found himself in the countryside. He kept on with his journey to God knows where. Now and then a truck passed him by. Now and then a lone car whizzed past. On one occasion, a polizei patrol car cruised by but thankfully the occupants paid no attention to the lone hiker on the road. He

 Oh! Babies!!! A little bundle of delight Full of joy and wonder of the unknown A blessing to a couple A gift to all.

Since time immemorial, women have been the recipients of congratulatory messages upon childbirth. The idea is that, the woman carried the baby for nine months and went through the terrible life-and-death ordeal of bringing a new life into the world. Women are also known to be more caring than men. Therefore if any appreciation is due, it must go to the woman. Recently, "Blessed is the fruit of thy womb" is becoming popular among Christians who wish to congratulate an expectant mother or women in general. This expression comes from Angel Gabriel's greeting to Mary when the former was sent by God to the latter. Mary was to be the human mother and carrier of the Savior of the world, Jesus Christ. The father was not going to be Joseph, her betrothed, but rather, God. Therefore, Joseph the Carpenter had no hand - or testicles - in the conception of Jesus Christ. Hence, "Blessed is the fruit of thy womb" as greeting to Mary was reasonable. However, before