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Reggae Rising hits TV!!

Oh yeah! It was grrrrrrreat! :):)
TV3’s “Music Music” was set ablaze last night as each Reggae Rising artist delivered incredible performances. We were live! And it felt great to have such a massive platform to share our music and good vibes. TV3 in Ghana is nationwide, and probably the most watched local channel. “Music Music” is one of the oldest and most successful programmes on TV3, featuring live performances every Saturday from 8 to 10pm.

Ras Boomba started the show right with a good medley of tunes followed by Osagyefo who got the crowd even more hyped. By the time I got on stage to was pure fire. Beginning with an acoustic cover of “Jah bless Africa” by Nasio Fontaine, I followed up with “Medication” and then “Paddy”.





I was followed by Knii Lante who performed beautiful melodic tracks like “rocky road” and “Gimme the roots”



Then it was time for Jahwi to “Erupt”! Sending the studio up in flames once again. Jahwi also performed  his new single “the call”. Fiifi Selah closed the show in grand style with yet another electrifying performance starting with “money cant buy me love” and ending with “Taxi driver”.

Jahwi in action.
Backstage with Osagyefo, Fiifi Selah, Root eye, and Jahwi

To be continued….

Love eternal. ♡ Losing your loved ones.

10 years ago today a massive blow hit my family. We woke up to find out our beloved and cherished Waleed was gone. My youngest brother, friend, confidante, my “son”, my guitarist, my jewel. Gone. Like dust in the wind. I remember that day like it was yesterday. I remember the crowds of people that flocked to our home for the love of Waleed. I remember my mother collapsed. I remember seeing my father sobbing like a baby for the very first time in my life. I remember sitting over his lifeless body in total shock and denial. And then it all went dark for a long long time.

My parents remained in denial for quite a while after the funeral. My father was the first to show signs of giving up. He turned off his music for good. No longer producing music or doing those things that would make us the first musical family in Ghana. Why should he anyway? Waleed was no more. His musical prodigy. The one he held closest to his heart. The one he was training to produce music and run his studio. Gone. And for my father, so was the music. Gone.

After battling his illness and state of mind my father left us 3 years later in 2008. These were the darkest times of our lives, presenting the deepest of voids that simply could not be filled. My mother remained in denial. Imagining that Waleed was away at school or maybe on holiday outside the country. She kept up appearances and continued to smile her pain away. It didn’t seem to work because as the years go by, as she looks in the mirror and sees a shadow of her former self, she begins to realize that time has no mercy. Tears ran down my cheeks as I watched her looking through photos with me on Waleed’s birthday. “10 years”, she said softly. “Oh Waleed, 10 years.” It hit me at that moment that no one but Waleed was her real true love. Not even my father. Her smile had begun to fade and I saw how much she needed me by her side. She had only now begun the grieving process for the love of her life.


My brother Waseem and I processed things differently. He became angry, and I withdrew from the world. I couldn’t find any joy in life at that time no matter how hard I tried. And then our babies came!! What new joy! The birth of our children must have turned things around for Waseem and I, even with each of us going through their own spiritual processes. I started making peace with those departed. My spiritual journey was leading me to understand that our departed loved ones are still around. Still loving us and even offering guidance at times.

We are all staying close to mum. Offering her support and love in her difficult times, and making sure she recieves even more love and healing from her grandkids. It is well. ♡

Sell with paper bags! Says the Green Butterfly ♡


Since I visited the Nungua beach and saw all the devastation to the beaches and ocean caused by plastic waste, I’ve been thinking of ways to contribute to the elimination of plastics in our community.  I started with myself and my small business, switching to the use of paper bags versus plastic bags in our retail sales.

I’ve got a group of Eco friendly entrepreneurs to join me in making this commitment to paper bags; and now I am training young people to make retail bags not just with brown paper but also with old magazines. Through my social enterprise – “The Green Butterfly”  I intend to establish this paper bag project which will not only help with elimination of plastic use but will also create jobs for young people who desperately need the income.


If you live in Ghana and you own a business engaging in retail, we encourage you to make a change, and to order your paper bags from the Green Butterfly!

Contact us to place your order:
No. 45 Norley Road, North Dzorwulu
Tel: 233 247900791
Click here to visit us! 👉 The Green Butterfly on Facebook

Pass the butter!

No. This is not a beauty post, neither is it one on music. This post is about the Ghanaian economy. I’m not blogging as an expert of any kind, despite a degree in Business Economics, I am looking at this purely from a lay woman point of view. And from that point of view I have to say, we just can’t enjoy our butter anymore! … and I will explain.

Two weeks ago my mother in law exclaimed, “Can you believe this? Butter now costs 12 cedis! Not so long ago it was 6 cedis! I won’t have butter for breakfast anymore.” Knowing how she LOVES her breakfast with all the condiments, I know what resolve it must take for her to eliminate the beloved butter from her breakfast table. I took her comment in with a grain of salt and a little pepper.

Last week I took a trip to the supermarket myself only to find that the cost of butter had gone up again to 13 cedis and a few pesewas.  I decided to buy a packet for my mother-in-law.  And since we frequently have breakfast together, I thought it will be nice to still have some butter on the table. As usual she was her bubbly self and exclaimed, “oh you bought butter! As for me, no more butter for me.” I insisted, put the butter on a dish, and proceeded to help her set the table and make the toast. As we enjoyed our food and chit chatted at the breakfast table, I buttered my toast and passed her the butter. She refused. “I’ll keep it for you in the fridge”, she said, “so that whenever you come over for breakfast you can have some. As for me, I’m finished with butter.” For the next minute it was “oh please have a little butter”, and the answer would be “oh no, you have it!”.

My mother-in-law is on a pension, and uncontrollable inflation in recent months has led to scenarios like this. It makes me wonder what is going on in the homes of middle class Ghanaians. Prices are rising steadily, the exchange rates are going haywire, speculation is making matters worse, and don’t let me get to the issue of gas and fuel prices.

It is very easy to blame the government for all our problems. But have we forgotten that only WE the collective, can make positive change happen? We rely too much on imports and are too quick to react without being adequately informed. Tell me. If you grow vegetables in your home and sell them out of a shed in your front yard,  how does the exchange rate or increase in oil and gas price affect your selling price? These things may affect you only marginally, yet you will find such a person telling you, “I had to increase my prices because the cost of fuel has gone up!”. This is purely speculative behaviour and can lead to inflation snowballing out of control. We need to be better informed and small business owners need to get a clue. We need to create and innovate, export and sell quality made-in-Ghana products. Export more, import less. These are some of the ways we can live more comfortably. Like the adage aays, “you cant love until you love yourself.” Appreciate what Ghana has to offer and make yourself part of her development.  Let us stop focusing on destructive things and re-construct  our country by climbing the ladder of innovation.

Yes let us occupy. But occupy yourself first, and occupy responsibly. As for me, I’d like to see some butter occupying my mother-in-law’s breakfast table.

Yasmeen | Global Rockstar – Believe in Music

I believe in music. I was approached by a representative of the Global Rockstar online music competition, inviting me to join. I entered my newly released single “Medication” yesterday and to my delight, won artist of the day.


If you love good music and wish to support me in the contest please visit this link >>

It takes only a few minutes to register as a fan and to vote for me if you believe in my music. Keep supporting me and I may win artist of the week! Many thanks to those who have already voted. Bless you all ♡

Wash and style. Easing my frizz.

The more I do this, the more I love it! This week I had been so busy I didn’t do any moisture treatments. It was an up do all week long..


This morning I had to do my usual bicarbonate wash. I followed up with a vinegar rinse and then I soaked my hair in M.Y. 100% natural hair oil. I put a really generous amount of oil in there because I had some breakage recently. I twisted and pinned it all together like this:

(Caution: early morning no polish photo. Lol)


Now I am air drying it and then I will style it.. or let it style itself. I will update you when it’s dry.

I never thought I would be able to get rid of my frizz and feel so great about it. It seems harsh chemicals in fad hair products do major damage to the hair which includes the hair rebellion popularly known as ‘frizz ‘! I have never looked back since giving my hair freedom to ‘breathe’ and to stay natural; feeding it only pure organic nourishment, and managing it the right way.

Amateur Art is Art too :)


Here are some of my recent Doodles. I always felt I had art in my heart. Never took an art class or anything but I really want to pursue it. I feel like I would like to go into more depth with drawing and painting and such. Well, we’ll see I guess!!

Here’s another one. What do you see?


More later!! 🙂 ♡♡

The Cycle

My grandmother has dementia. I love her, and I know she loves me too. Read on..

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It starts again.  The cycle.  The never ending punch in the gut, jolt to the heart, baffling cycle.

The first stage:


“Have you talked to mom?”  The question I hate to hear when one of my four brothers calls.

“Yes.”  I close my eyes before I ask, “Why?”

“She just seems,” Sigh, “Out of it.”

“No. I haven’t noticed.”  I lie.

Then I end the call and pretend it never happened.  I go about my day.  I play with my children.  We do homework.  I cook dinner for my family, a mediocre, limp mess that we call a meal.  I sit in my chair at the kitchen table, fork some food into my mouth, chew, and swallow, all the while trying to push her illness away from my reality.  I smile at my son as he tells me something really important about one of his Lego Star Wars characters…

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Poem – I have been here with you ♡


Each in our own time
but I’ve been here with you.
We saw things
We did things
We felt things
We lived things.
So sad for the ones
Who never dared
Who never tried..
Who never took in
All this beauty,
Even living, they had died.
I really loved my time with you
The sights have been magnificent
We will leave one day
And then we’ll say, 
What amazing glory! 
What beauty we have seen! 

♡~ by Yasmeen ~♡

Make sure you enjoy your day to the FULLEST because life is short.

The Open Air Stock Exchange – June 2014

I’ve been a busy bee as usual. On the first Saturday of every month I organise a community flea market to support locally made products and the eco friendly lifestyle. It’s called “The Open Air Stock Exchange”. The market has now become an important pillar of support in the lives of many small scale traders and innovators. We all love meeting here once a month. Apart from buying and selling we engage in positive networking and socialising and it is usually a very happy day for all.


The market supports a healthy lifestyle as one can find organic herbs, veggies, seeds, honey, nuts, handmade pasta and tortellini,  free range eggs, pickled olives, artichoke hearts, sun dried tomatoes, wholemeal and cholesterol free breads, muffins, and more.








The Open Air Stock Exchange flea market happens at the Goethe Institut (German cultural centre) in East Cantonments,  Accra. Visit us on Facebook >> The Open Air Stock Exchange