*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 accompany us to the school with his Tundra. What on earth was he hiding?
Exactly noon, we had landed on the hill. The forecourt of the chapel was all white with form one boys. Perhaps I was the odd one out.
Next, we joined a winding queue leading upstairs to Adminstration.
"Vlademir Osei Kuffor"; I heard someone whisper my name from behind.
I turned and behold! : Here was an old time friend from primary class four.
He had grown thick-tall and looked more like an adult far from his age.
*Me*: Joooe le Kuuuukus, Charley what you dey do for here?
*Friend*: I dey come do shopping.. Ah! Wey kind nonfa question this?
*Me*: But you, I wasn't expect... Or I mean I'm amazed to see you cos it's being a long time, you know!
*Friend:* Well it's a round world they say! But wait! Are you a form 2 student.
*Me:* Me? Naaa.. We dey the same level
*Friend:* Ah.. Then why are in khaki trousers? The seniors see you aaa them go worry you oo...
*Me:* Hmmm my bro... No be me oo, That's my Mum over there. It's her doing.
*Friend:* Hehee! Mummy's boys as usual..
Well you are gonna change completely since you are here now
*Me:* Change? What do you mean by change?
*Friend:* Haha! You will see... Just wait for it.
Joe was the least brilliant back in the days. He always carried the class.
No one would have believed if he found himself a Grade C school let alone a First Class School.
However, Joe was from a rich family. Wealthy and influencial from grand parents to uncles. I wasn't surprised when I got to know he was on the protocol list.
One hour on, we were directed to log in at our permanent houses. Joe was sent to lower school(Kantanga) whereas I was lucky to get the house just opposite the Adminstration Block.
The next morning after dinning, I met Joe again and he bragged: "Them take me go my old boy house oo, ridii I dey Cantab."
Oyiwa! I said it! Didn't I?
( *To be Continued*)
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