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.
Be citizens and not spectators... Let's take the chance to make choices we can smile at tomorrow :-)