Citizen G

*Mum:* Koobee! *Me:* Yess Maa!  *Mum:* Did you say goodbye to Ofa Atta? *Me:* Errrm, I think so.  *Mum:* Well I'm just seeing his nineteen missed calls.  *Me:* Ohhoo! Nineteen whaaat?  Well, my little uncle, 'Operation Man', as they affectionately called him was becoming so annoying. Ever since the computer posted me to his Alma mater,  he never seized to amaze me with so much attention.  My first choice to 'Accra Aca' backfired when he was kicked out of Italy.  Ofa Atta did all he could to force his sister to change my preferred high school. Just Imagine! I was so bored; I refused to eat for three days and  two nights. Every evening, Ofa came home to chat with Mum about the big men who had passed through the school.  He kept mentioning names like General Afrifa, Kojo Botsio,  Gbedemah, Sam Jonah, Stephen Appiah  bla bla bla. Eventually, I threw in the towel. Yes! I found solace in Ephesians 6:6 of the Bible.   Yet, what puzzled my mind so much was his refusal to ac

Friday, 23th October, 2009, STC coaches to Cape Coast were fully booked. Of course, an all-knowing Auntie Sabina had influenced my decision to wear an unprescribed khaki pant. I was first to arrive at the stop. I sat on the front row  of the bus unassuming, anxious, with no idea the end from the genesis of my 4-year stay on the hill. Two-hour drive from Ring Road West through to Mankessim. My  good self fell; fell asleep. How ridiculous! The gentleman who sat next to me couldn't sit for the final WASSCE exams. He's in heaven as I speak.  Six shapeless beautys alighted at Mfantiman School, seven and half guys 'dropped' few meters to our destination.  I didn't witness the direction those squad from KwaBotwe took thereafter. In fact, I can't fathom the number of pages this true story of ours entails. Would you mind counting from now onwards?  Life has  thought us several interesting courses: the ones we trailed, the few we excelled, some of which we had to resit.