Pet Peeves: Obviously Not A Doggo

Haven’t posted anything in what seems like years but has obviously just been months. Not that I don’t have anything I want to write about. You’d be surprised at the number of posts I have just sitting and collecting dust in my drafts. But it’s been hard, being able to organize all my thoughts, and also finding tangible enough words to be able to express those thoughts as clearly as possible.

Lately, I’ve observed I get mad more often and more spontaneously than usual (menses, maybe?), and most of the things that make me mad, in my defense, are pretty justifiable. Funny thing is I’m able to let go of a lot of big things, but the very little insignificant things continue to offend me on a daily. Do I understand why? No. Would be able to deal with most of them eventually? Maybe. But in the meantime, here’s what’s most likely gonna be an incomplete list of things that annoy me. Things that just get under my skin and force it to crawl. Things that are pretty much too subtle to be noticed by anyone else.

Ladies and Gentlemen, in no particular order of importance, my great list of pet peeves.

  • Bad customer service. I keep telling people that if it was up to me, I’d brainwash everyone else to stop using the services to anyone who tends to be rude or behave terribly towards their customers on a regular. Unless I’m really desperate, there are a couple of stores I never buy from — even if it means walking a much longer distance just to get the exact same thing — because of rudeness, indifference, inability to handle or package items properly enough, lack of sanitation, or anything else related.
  • People slowing down or standing at a doorway or a walkway, in the way of everyone else who’s also trying to pass. I’ve had women yell at me in the marketplace a couple of times because I happened to be walking too slow. Me getting in their way wasn’t intentional, but I’ve eventually come to understand why it made them so mad, and I can relate with them. Lots of people really don’t make the effort to be aware of their surroundings and make allowance for everyone else. I get that you’re lovebirds or a group of friends gisting and catching up before you split and go to your rooms, but some of us are trying to get somewhere too. What’s worse is when students who board the school shuttles don’t shift and move inwards so that the 100 and something students who are also trying to get into the bus can get a place to stand as well. Selfishness in its least conspicuous form, if you ask me.
  • People who chew with. Their. Mouths. Open. No offense, dad. But why? Why?
  • Litter. Tbh I’m still learning not to be messy in my own personal space, but once others are involved too, and there’s litter lying around, the dormant neat freak in me suddenly arises and begins to pick around like mad.
  • People who endlessly make fun of other people’s ‘insufficiencies’. And this is coming from someone who has pretty much felt insufficient her whole life. Sigh.
  • “You dawg me oh”. ‘Nuff said.
  • People who like to complain about every single thing. Unless your complaints happen to be fixing whatever it is you don’t like.
  • Spitting. Spitting everywhere. *Buzz Lightyear meme*
  • Moments when people sneeze without covering their mouths and propel all those droplets across the whole room. Ew. I don’t want to smell it, let alone catch whatever it is you’re coming down with.
  • People who spell ‘no’ in Twi as ‘nu’. If you tried pronouncing it as you were spelling it and you spoke even the most basic Twi, that spelling would probably be enough to make you cringe.
  • When people who refuse to prepare adequately enough for themselves end up interfering with my plans more often than not. Even when it happens to be as small as ‘I’m going to get food. What do you want?’ ‘I don’t know oo.’ And all that indecision ends up delaying the one who knew what she wanted to eat two days before by about thirty minutes, if not more.
  • People who chew gum ‘ta, ta, ta’. You don’t get it? Just fink abawd id.
  • People who come with the fake innocent smiles and the long intros before they hesitantly ask for a favour. I know some people take it personally when you come to them for help after you haven’t been in touch with them for a very long time. But for me, I wouldn’t mind if you just went straight to the point, without adding all of those insincere ‘hi’s’ and ‘It’s been long’s”. Better to know you’re just coming to me for my help rather than pretending to care and then flushing it all down the toilet with the apparent reason.
  • People who love to gloat with all their heart, way long after you’ve accepted and acknowledged the fact that you were wrong and they were right. Okay, Mr. Know-It-All. Miss I-Know-How-To-Do-Everything-Right-The-First-Time. Sister I’ve-Never-Done-A-Single-Wrong-My-Whole-Life. Come cast the first stone at me and let everyone else follow, since you’ve lived life with a straight record of perfection without any mistakes.
  • Unnecessarily loud noise, especially if it’s in other people’s personal space. Sometimes it can even be embarrassing, talking to someone and having them talk loud enough to distribute all of your personal business out there.
  • People who pretend to know EVERYTHING. They don’t just know, apparently; they’re experts, Even worse, they try to force all that ‘knowledge’ into you at a go. Please. We live in an era where consent exists.
  • Trying to impose or force me to do/like something I don’t do/like, or trying to make me feel guilty for choosing not to do/like what everyone else does/likes. “How can you not like listening to this music?” “How have you not watched this movie before?” “Ah so you don’t like eating this food? Why?” “You’ve never heard of that place before? Are you even in Ghana?” These are traits I see more in people on Twitter than all the other people I know personally. I accept the fact that, yes, I don’t put myself out there much to learn about what’s going on around me, and I mostly just sit in my personal bubble and learn about things passively. But it’s very very annoying when you come at me (and others, I assume) making it look like I’m the most naïve person, or the one enjoying life the least, just because your preference isn’t mine. If you’re suggesting, fine, but if you’re imposing, I’m not interested.
  • Questioning my preferences or my ways, just because they aren’t yours. Here again, Twitter people. You see someone who likes to eat a particular kind of food, and just because you’ve never tried it before, you go ahead and use the “You’re capable of committing murder” line on them. I’m holding most of my words back for this particular category cause it annoys me so much that I get pissed even when it’s being done to other people. “Oh, so why are you so quiet? That’s not good.” “So you why do you like to walk all the time? Don’t you have money for a car?” “Soakings at this time? Are you broke already?” “You’re always walking alone with those earpieces on. Don’t you have any friends?” Pretty much anyone can be quick to use all those cheesy “be different “, “be yourself ” quotes but they can’t seem to be able to handle it when they see people putting it into practice.
  • Putting r’s where r’s don’t exist, because you think that’s all a foreign accent is made up of. This is actually more hilarious than it is a peeve😂. It only gets annoying for me if someone is trying to show off with a fake American accent and this trait begins to manifest itself.
  • Stuffs. Make-ups. Foodstuffs. All dat.
  • Cutting queues without a good enough excuse. You’re not better than me who has been standing here waiting too, whether it was two hours or five minutes. Periodt.
  • Taking my stuff without permission, not returning my stuff to me on time without saying anything, or bringing something of mine back in a worse state than I gave it to you in. In a nutshell, you probably shouldn’t be touching my stuff plix.

I think this would be a pretty good place to conclude my list of pet peeves. I know without a doubt that I’m not the only person on the face of this earth who gets offended by the aforementioned, and if any more happen to come to mind, I might just mess around and continue with phase two. Besides all of these on the list, I guess I’m just a pretty tolerable person, who’s learning to fall in love with other new and different things. There’s a lot more on my love list than on my hate list. Including doggos. Especially doggos. As a matter of fact, if my future husband is reading this, you should probably propose with a doggo instead of a ring, if not both. 🙂


Why I Still Fuss Over Your Cuss

“Wanna hear a joke?”

“Well sure, why not? Everyone loves a good joke”, you reply, as you listen intently, ready to be overcome by extreme hilarity. You hear the joke, and, well, if you agree with me, there’s no better feeling than laughing so hard that you feel your ribs about to crack and intestines about to spill over. “Oh my God! That was so funny.” “Wanna hear it again?” And the cycle repeats itself. The joke is told, you laugh out loud — and manage not to topple over. You’d probably leave feeling happy for the rest of the day.

But what if you had to hear that same old joke. Every. Single. Day?

You’d try to fake a laugh, maybe, just so you don’t hurt the other person’s feelings. But every single time the joke is repeated, a bit of the hilarity is stripped off, because a joke is at its funniest only the first few times it’s told (if not, then it must be a really, really good joke which I’d also want to hear). When overused, it just loses its essence.

A lot of things have evolved over the years, most of which have come to stay.

Technology. Ripped jeans. Fast food. Random swear words.

Of all the things that disturb me in this world, nothing disturbs my insides more than the last one. Well, maybe because I haven’t seen anyone walk virtually naked or eat anything disgusting in front of me before. Majority of the posts I find on social media are in one way or another bombarded with curse words. Then there’s a lot of music. Not to talk of the movies. It’s not as frequent for Ghanaians as it might be for those in the Western world, due to cultural differences. Nevertheless, it’s still quite frequent.

Throwing my mind back to my second year of secondary school, I can vaguely remember four of my dorm mates and I heading out of our house to the assembly hall for entertainment. It was a visiting Saturday as well, so we had to clean up after the messes that had been made before leaving. Upon getting to the entrance, we chanced upon a very aggravated form three girl, who, apparently was trying to mop up the floor, but couldn’t do so as quickly as she wanted to because everyone else kept stepping all over it on their way out. That’s when she decided she’d express her anger in words.

And my, what colourful vocabulary she used.

A couple of her friends who were around were laughing in surprise at her sudden outburst. But those I was walking with weren’t amused at all. The person I least expected to show displeasure was the one who spoke up. She said something that has stuck for a while now. If I can paraphrase correctly: “She should know her limit. The number of swear words you use in a sentence isn’t supposed to prove anything.”

Now, I’m not someone who can admit to never having sworn before. In fact, I do it most of the time, when I get pissed (and I can get pissed over the slightest things). Sure, I don’t make them as audible as most people would, but at that moment I truly understand that, “Out of the abundance of the heart, the mouth speaks”. After I’m done, it leaves me feeling like I got a load off my chest. But despite the fact that I do occasionally swear, I can never get used to being comfortable hearing swear words. For some songs I listen to, I literally have to turn down the volume whenever it gets to some parts, and eventually, I stop listening to the song altogether.

Even as a medical student, I have become accustomed to openly talking about body parts freely, not excluding the private parts. But then hearing people refer to private parts in the form of swear words just seems to add some whole other weird meaning to it, making it uncomfortable to listen to altogether.


My own artistic representation of different reactions to potty mouths.


I came across a quote just recently, which I do believe to an extent.

People who use swear words regularly tend to be stronger emotionally and more intelligent.

Taking into consideration what I said about me swearing to myself during my emotional outbursts, I look at this in the perspective that whoever runs their mouth without thinking twice has probably reached the point where nothing perturbs them anymore. That person has either been exposed to a whole lot of disappointments in the past, or well, just doesn’t care.

But everyone, as my friend from senior high school would say, should know their limit. People who go on diets might have what we call ‘cheat days’ — the days they get to (moderately) eat anything that’s not on their diet menu. But what’s the point of being on the diet if you get to eat the junk food whenever you feel like, and as much as you want to. All the junk feels good, but restraining yourself and going by your diet discipline will most likely leave your body feeling healthier.

Of course, not everyone will agree with me on this — not that I expect them to — but I think my previous analogy is pretty much applicable to my main point. Sure, you may not be able to stop yourself from using curse word altogether. But with a little time and effort, everyone has the ability to be able to exercise self-control. Regulate yourself. Cut down. Get a muzzle too, if you think that’ll help. 😂


The kind of stuff that comes out of your mouth can go a long way to determine others’ perception about you. That may not seem to matter once you’re surrounded by your normal everyday people. But how easy is it going to be to keep your potty mouth to yourself when you’re somewhere that it really matters? Old habits, like trees, die hard.

Maybe put in a little bit of deeper thought before saying whatever it is you want to say. It counts if what you say uplifts a person’s spirits or brings them down. You never know what kind of impact the words you utter could make.



Trying Things Differently

“Well, that’s awesome. Why don’t you continue?”

“I don’t know. Writing back in Senior High School was practically the most interesting thing there was for me to do at the time. Since I graduated, I haven’t had the time — or made the time — to think of how to end the last story I was working on. And being in university makes it way worse. Everyone here seems so serious. So focused on getting on with their lives and becoming dependent and successful adults. Not that it’s a bad thing, anyway. But I guess the seemingly childish atmosphere back in high school gave me more room to be comfortable indulging myself in the fantasies that inspired my stories.”

“Oh alright … I understand. But then … It’s still not too late. At least, if you can’t write those anymore, you could try something different.”

Silence. Wondering, how’s that ever gonna happen?

And that’s when it hit.
Okay, so here we have a book lover, an aspiring writer, a music addict, an art ( and meme ) enthusiast, and on some days, apart from anything related to FIFA, a person who shows some level of interest in video games, all cleverly mashed up into an introverted medical student, still trying to figure out how to put all she can do into good use. Sure, I do have a couple of ideas pop up from time to time, but bringing them to life is the actual problem.

I was pretty much surprised myself when I realized I had finally brought myself to create this blog after so much self-doubt … and procrastination. 😛

Truth be told, I know nothing about blogging, or what content blogs entail. After a couple of quick researches, I thought, if you think you can’t make those kind of updates because you don’t know how or cause you’re not on that level of interest/know-how, then why not just wing it like you do all the time?

As at now … my plan exactly.

So here, I guess most of what I post, generally, will be stuff I feel I’d want to share, interspersed with a little bit of my “writing abilities” ( which obviously need a lot of improvement ).

Oh, and … just to draw your attention to the fact that, the ‘anoMELy’ found in the username, is generally a summary of my dominant temperament and characteristic behaviour. A little something I coined up back in high school.

For lack of motivation to look into a dictionary, or to even open a different tab to Google, copy and paste, I’m going to quote Lecrae’s definition of the word ‘Anomaly’ from his album which bears the same name :

“A deviation from the common rule. Something … or somebody, that’s abnormal. And doesn’t fit in.”

I’ve also come to accept that my dominant temperament is Melancholy ( judging from the number of interests I have, and my emotional instability, because unfortunately I was born with a relatively low threshold ).

And there you have it. An anomalous melancholic. An anoMELy.




I’m sure in a couple of years I’ll look back at this, see how far I’ve come, probably wonder what I was thinking to have written all this trash, but then be happy that I started in the first place. Until then, ladies and gentlemen, watch this space, and see weird but interesting things happen . 🙂