the peach colored HOUSE

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In the summer of 1964 at the age of seven, I went to boarding school in Surrey county, south east England.

I can remember the crunching sound as the driver of the hired car, eased gently over gravel into the somewhat circular driveway; in front of a peach colored house.

My mother and I were welcomed at the front door by the caretakers: Mr and Mrs A.

They had an only child and a dog.

Loving family.

We were ushered into the greenhouse style enclosure where we would have our meals when we got settled. Then to the garden with cut lawn.

Children played in the garden, chasing each other and laughter was all around. I was from Ghana everybody else was British.

Mother left me there.

I guess it was “catch” we were playing when the Alsatian came and bit my elbow.

Surprised, I told Mrs A: “The dog just bit me.”

“Oh, he thinks you’re sheep, you have wooly hair.” she said.

Henceforth, I kept one eye open for the dog. Even as we said grace before each meal: For what we are about to receive, may the Lord make us truly grateful. Amen. It would on occasion still come around and bite my bum and I would jump with surprise.

I told Mrs A. several times.

This was an all boys boarding school and I had an older brother in the main school. The main school was a walking distance from the peach colored house, so we walked in twos every morning to classes. Where the path was narrow or the street unsafe, single file was the best. I experienced and saw snow for the first time. Lovely to look at and play in, but cold nonetheless.

Very cold.

Homework was done weekdays back at the house. We the children played games, read books and other fun stuff weekends.

As life would have it, there were occasional flare ups of fights. It was over in less than a minute before Mr or Mrs A. could catch us. It was usually wrestling with your opponent until several taps with a hand from one, would signal he had given up.

For Christmas and Easter holidays, my brother and I would go to a paid Guardian. In the summer holidays we would visit our family.

After the first year of school a little white kid came to school there. He smiled so nicely we liked him instantly. He was so little though.

We resolved to protect him from any bully.

Bedtime was fun because, Mr A. would come every night and kiss every child good nite.

All of us.

Sometimes, he would make us laugh by removing his false teeth for us to see.

One ordinary day like the others, the sun rose in the morning. Then grey skies with a hint of rain. We walked to school and walked back. Removed our shoes in the mudroom put on our slippers and dashed into the playroom. There was our little friend with his face bandaged up.

The dog had bitten him.

In the face.

I guess his height afforded the opportunity, or was he playing on the ground at the time? When? I never did ask.

It was a sad day I would say for all the children, as we were unable to protect our little friend.

We heard that the dog was to be put down.

Later, we heard that Mr and Mrs A. had said no, to the request from the authorities. They could then, no longer be caretakers of children.

They chose the latter.

All the children were moved and housed in the main school.

We lost our family.

The nation America and now the world is reeling from the death of George Floyd. This is a story about heeding the call to fix what seems to be someone else’s problem before it becomes your own.

We all have choices to make. Let us choose to do good.


Life leads us in different directions but it’s so lovely when your paths cross again.

I used to work with Nessa Dove in Maryland, until she went up to New York to pursue her music. We stayed in touch on social media, checking each others stories as often as we could.

Then we decided to collaborate on a song that led to other lives being put in the mixer. I’ve never met any of the others but with technology we’re able to do things together.

The song: Stay Strong is available on iTunes and other major platforms.

NESSA DOVE: Singer , Song writer


Woman Be The Key

Spoken word in Pidgin English with music, for the encouragement of women.


WOMAN IS KEY or Woman is important

Anyting she want do, she go fit

Anything she wants to do, she is capable of doing.

Eyes she go take see

She’ll use her eyes for vision. To see physically and perceive spiritually.

Nose she go take sense

She’ll use her nose to detect things. If it’s chicken but smells like fish, there’s something wrong.

Moff sabi fine vibe

Her mouth speaks gracious words.

She for teash har Papa, har Mama, har pekin also

She should teach her Dad, her Mom and her children as well.

I sabi my mission

I know my mission.

True talk no be lie

To speak the truth not lies.

Shun da damage

Stop destroying or damaging.

So ladies gbele your ears

So ladies open your ears or listen up.

Make you no fear

Don’t be afraid.

Make you bright pass the years

Shine throughout your life.

Make you bright pass gold

Shine brighter than gold.

Make you bright pass diamond

Shine brighter than diamond.

Make you bright pass anyting

Shine brighter than anything out there.

We are still in the month of March 2020 and it’s still Women’s history month. History is being made as we write. We are also in the middle of a big health challenge to planet earth. Women and men are working together to combat the corona virus, for the benefit of all of us.

Let’s give honor to where honor is due.