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.
The world has to brace itself for episodes upon episodes yet to unfold.
Life is a handsome charger. A handsome charger indeed!
( *To be Continued...*)
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