My thighs were aching and begging for mercy. A quick glance at my wrist told me that it was a few minutes to midnight. I was one of the few SS1s left upstairs in D Dorm who was still doing this unnecessary exercise. In Achimota School, we called it ‘adanko’, when you cross your arms, hold your ears and squat up and down, up and down. You only go to bed when you have sweated enough. And since I’m not one who sweats readily, I was among the last to leave. The senior, by the way, had his coffee next to him as he was wrapped in a school cloth reading his Chemistry GAST textbook. What a waste. While my mother probably thought I was asleep, I was doing punishment because some senior decided that the SS1s in Aggrey House should be punished for coming back from prep 5 minutes late.
Yes, if you were fortunate enough to experience Secondary School (and not this Senior High, or whatever it’s called) those were the good old days. True, those who experienced the 6th formers had more tales to tell, but since I saw none of those days, I’ll only tell a few stories that I heard.
I’m probably not the best person to tell homoing tales. Motown isn’t exactly known for its slave drivers parading as senior students (unlike Adisco or Koforidua Sec Tech). I mean, by the time I was in SS3 it was actually cool to be good friends with the SS1s! No chance of meting out similar atrocities on those behind us.
Homoing really can’t be defined, the way I see it. Is it punishment? Harassment? Cruelty? I really don’t know. All I know is, most juniors can’t wait to get into the position where other people will also mention their names with bitterness, for whatever immature reason. After all, it’s all part of school life.
Totally unnecessary, but what would secondary school be without it? For instance, what benefit was there in making the SS1s form a circle and knock the head of the person to his right? And before anyone could finish massaging the pain out of his throbbing head the senior announced that we were turning it around, knocking the head of the person to the left. Disgraceful. For what reason?
Maybe I was a bit naïve, but looking back, I wonder what I was thinking sometimes. One senior in my house sent me to go and collect his notes from another senior in Livingstone House. This guy from Livi put a stone in my hand and asked me to give it to the guy in my house. Foolishly, I was marching along, making the short walk to Aggrey House. I shudder to think what my fate would’ve been if one kind-hearted senior hadn’t asked me why I was carrying a stone and saved me from some more unnecessary work.
But one boy from St. Augustine’s told me that a senior asked him to tell one other senior that he was a fool. Obedient well-trained boy that he was, he sent the message. He ended up kneeling down till 3am the next morning for calling a senior a fool. His days in George’s House were never pleasant till SS1 ended.
In Achimota School, we had a rule not to eat in any buildings (except the D-Hall, of course). My Dorm Monitor once invited me and two of my friends to a meal of gari and corned beef by his bedside. We couldn’t believe our luck. At the end of it, he asked the question, “Why are you eating under school roof?” I could’ve choked. He actually made us weed the stubborn grass in front of the house.
This was the same senior who first made us stand up in the dining hall because he appeared in the dining hall, to our shock, at the tail end of lunch on Wednesday and asked for his plantain and beans. We the SS1s, of course, had eaten it, assuming he wouldn’t come. He never came, anyway. We forfeited our siesta to jog in the dorm, supposedly to jog off the excess weight we had gained from eating his food. And in the evening, he ate our meat. It’s only as I type this that it’s dawned on me that that was his ploy all along.
And it was the very same senior who said I should bring my chopbox from the Chopbox Room and tell him everything in it without opening it. I would lose anything I missed out. So if I had three sardine tins left and I said I had four, then I was a liar and would scrub the gutter. If I had two, then it means I have more than I need, and would pay the difference of one.
I was a kind senior, if I could say so myself. The worst I did was seizing an SS1 boy’s mattress and making him spend the night under my bed. For two nights. And when I released him, he slept on the wood of his bed till I felt appeased. I didn’t do anything like one friend, who made one junior ‘set his back’ and had the outlines of his fingers tattooed on the boy’s back. This is the famous ‘bomadze’. The junior bends low and waits for the senior to slam his palm into his back. It was also nothing like one senior in Gyamfi House, who asked a junior to pick all the dead leaves off the ‘yooyi’ tree because he bathed outside the bathhouse.
Someone please tell me why me and two others decided to play ‘chaskele’ one holiday. Some wicked senior (and I was in SS2 by this point) ruined the fun and said it was against school rules, because we had breached commonsense. Silly. We scrubbed every inch of the bathhouse.
This was nothing compared to what happened when the 6th formers carried out their reign of terror on campuses across Ghana. I even heard one story of a master being tossed out of a window in Suhum Sec Tech. The poor guy had gone into the dorm under the cover of darkness to see juniors undergoing some homoing. As he was writing down the names of the seniors responsible, he was spotted. I heard he limps to this day. True or not, I’ll never know.
One boy in Ghana National College told me that he was asked to kneel down at the ‘atonko’ because he was study mates with a girl a senior was rather unsuccessfully conning.
So that’s my trip down memory lane. Stories I’ve grown to laugh at. I could go on forever. But then, I’m sure you’ve suffered worse things than these. I’m just dying to know, about 10 years after my days in Achimota School, what happened in other schools before and after I went to Motown, especially the girls’ schools and the Cape Coast schools. Let’s hear your own experiences, and send a shout to the most cruel seniors you encountered in the good old SS days.
Thanks to Esi for allowing me to guest blog. Quite an honour, actually. Please read up my posts on my own blog, The Daily Commute: From Bridge to Ridge. I talk about the hilarious side of taking public transport in Accra. Dig in.
LOL I went to a very similar school in Zim! We also had prep and the seniors were cruel as well!ReplyDelete
I had the unfortunate privilege of being one of the few SSS classes that had four years of entitled seniors to contend with: Upper 6, Lower 6, SS3, and Form 5. This was also in Aggrey House, Motown (which admittedly was one of the tamer boys' houses). I entered as an innocent, sheltered, happy, smiley, trusting 14 year old. Within two weeks, my parents barely recognized the hardened stonefaced schemer that resulted from the constant harrassment.ReplyDelete
During our first mid-term break I caught myself instinctively turning and running IN MY OWN HOME after seeing a pile of laundry outside my parents' room. I was halfway across the house before I realized what was going on. That is just how tightly we were wound! That same break a friend of mine got to the gate of his parents' house and just broke down in uncontrollable tears.
Once, while kneeling down hungry in the middle of the stoney road with my arms up and mouth open for being late to the dining hall and not having a handkerchief in my pocket, it was a passerby who came to beg the prefect-on-duty to let me go "because I was somebody's child!" LOL
Two of my mates and I spent an entire afternoon crammed in the tiny filthy space under a senior's bed while he occasionally rapped on our ankle bones with a spoon, for trying to hide when he called for "one small boy." One was supposed to run to the caller, who would then select someone from the crowd of hapless boys to do his bidding. I spent dinner and prep-time there as well because I wouldn't pay the bribe requested for release.
I could go on for days with these stories, but suffice it to say those were some of the best times of my life! :) The guys I suffered with are brothers for life, and I learned a ton about myself and life in general in those years.
I would have written a comment as long as Earthqwakes but I've been beaten to it, lol. Men it's funny how alike these stories are.ReplyDelete
In my senior high, I went to a different school from my junior high and it had only ss1 to ss3. Come and see wicked seniors! We actually had a ritual called "cutting of tail", where we're packed into the dining hall to receive all manner of atrocious punishment. OMG.
My set revolted after that and had a war along the line, major riot, lol. Things stabilised after that, but it also meant we couldn't mete out overly stiff penalties to some tiresome ss1 girls when we were in ss2 and ss3, lol...
There was this one girl in my dorm that NO ONE MESSED WITH, even the seniors cos that girl took no bull from no one. She was my role model haha so I learned from her... And I single-handedly got some seniors punished once- they were made to cut some serious grass HAHAHAHAHA. Pretty sweet!ReplyDelete
Achimota school life was rough! 4 sixth-formers got suspended for smoking in school. They marched to the assistant headmaster's office, ripped the suspension letters in front of him and told him they won't go. They kept their bad asses in school too.ReplyDelete
This is what they did to school authority. Can you imagine what they did to us when they were up studying late or just bored? There were nights when they would wake all form one boys up and have us sit on the floor, awake all night just sitting there, whilst they studied. We dared not doze off.
They were easy on me 70% of the time since I was their jot errand boy, but I still did my share of "electric chair" i.e. assuming the position of sitting in an invincible chair with arms stretched out in front.
G'berg was a house you didn't want to go to or walk by. The form one boys in that house didn't even live there!
I think for most people who went to boys schools like I did, we were these stories like badges of honour. You can learn so much about your true self during this periodReplyDelete
@ Earthkwaque... lol "he is somebody's child"ReplyDelete
These are some of the skills/lessons I picked-up by living with over 100 crazy people.
1. Politics: how to form strategic alliances, build trust even with enemies, flatter those who suffer from vanity and lie with a straight face (Clinton seff go shy).
2. Stamina: how to sleep for only 30 minutes on a bench in the chapel or swimming pool changing room and be totally refreshed after staying up all night because some lunatic decided he was Jesus Christ and needed 12 disciples around him.
3. Nutrition: how to cook with an iron/water heater coil/etc, how to eat any meal in less than 3 minutes, how to make a passable meal out of literally anything you can find.
4. Finance: how to hide the little money I had or anything of value for that matter, how to buy on credit, how to barter anything from key soap to toothpaste or even school-issued government text books.
5. Personal security: knowing when to run, when to fight and when to "take takashi over somebody", learning to swerve work, punishment, asoma-soma, etc.
I could go on forever. Those years taught me a lot. Thank you Achimota School (and all the crazy people in it from 1995 - 1998).
The strategy in SS was catch-me-if-you-can. I had decided earlier on that i was not going to have a school mother. The first night was a little bit of hell because one senior told the house prefect to let all the SS 1s come out because the Chinery House SS 1s were out (how dumb is that?)So we were made to kneel down on the gravels in front of the House till 2am when our house mistress caused 'sca taa' (commotion) by coming to the House.ReplyDelete
What i adapted was pure 'psycho'; the purpose was to make the seniors forget the reason why they called me, usually it was to 'homo' me. The first thing you are asked is your name; i indulge my full name ("not telling you") if i assess that the senior will want to 'homo'. My name usually leads to a full blown discussion on where are you come from, your parents name, et cetera. Mission accomplished. I am usually left to go my merry way afterwards. Sometimes i am asked to sing because abruptly my name had surfaced somewhere that i had a nice voice ("that is true; no boast").
It helped that my classroom was located on the Science block away from the other SS 1 classes. The seniors hated climbing the stairs to my class and only did when they absolutely had to.
So after waking up very early to take my bath and perform my duty (sweeping around the cold store), to the classroom, back to my place of duty for inspection, to morning assembly, dining hall for breakfast, classroom for studies, then to the dining hall for lunch, back to the classroom, to the dormitory to change into my House attire, back to the classroom again usually to wait for the dining hall bell to ring for supper, to the dormitory to take my bath, then prep and then dormitory after waiting for the last bell to be rang, i was hardly in the dormitory. "If you can't see me, you can't ask me to do nothing"
My behaviour was classified as slyness but mine was on a different level. I was never openly defiant that called the attention of seniors who in turn inform their classmates about you. The Visual Arts class was notorious for punishing any SS 1s or 2s who entered their classroom. Send me to that class when it is not dining hall period and you will have me coming back with an all too believable story about the person not being there or not finding what you wanted because there was no one in the classroom.
My first two years in SS were mostly uneventful and i hope it was too for the SS 1s and 2s (at least those in Butler House) when i was the house prefect.
I learnt a lot of things in school and one i will not forget because it is now a part of me is water management. If you attended Mfantsiman Girls' before 2005 (the year i heard water is now flowing like air), you had to learn how to use water efficiently. One gallon can take you far, no joke. Mansyte that!!!
I am a product of the secondary school system when we were the last batch of form one students. There is nothing like coming to school the first day and seeing seniors with beards like your fathers. Needless to say, we had to grow up and learn wofa erics skills very quickly. Which really only helped to a point because how do you fake an illness to "Guy Jesus?" There was a lot that happened which will be now considered as gay,severe child abuse, child endangerment etc. I mean, how do you explain to someone that you had to hold a seniors penis from the 3rd floor to the bathroom, point it to the right spot for him to pee, shake it and back up to the dorm because he was too tired? When you really had to disapear for a few days was mash kenkey weekends? This is when a chop box is filled with kenkey for a few weeks to ferment and turns into pretty much moonshine. Now just picture what happens after they drink it. Beating was just an everyday affair that you got used to. The belts had names and you picked one for a week. With all that said, I had a great time and learned a lot about life.ReplyDelete
I'm always in two minds about boarding school. On the one hand I think it was a great learning experience on how to deal with others.ReplyDelete
On the other hand, I think it corrupted a lot of us completely to be power-drunk. Name how many seniors exercised their almost absolute power over their juniors with any restraint? Is it any surprise that any one with any power in the motherland wants to prove it at the slightest opportunity? Impudent sales people, extortionate police, aggressive drivers, bullying soldiers, inconsiderate politicians, vindictive husbands, ... --I see perfectly decent people become monsters as soon as they're given any meaningful power over others.
I wish instead that I'd learnt about how to be gracious in conquest, firm but kind, magnanimous when proven right, patient when aggrieved.
So while the bullying taught me survival skills I think I'd have been better off learning how to be a constructive citizen instead of one who has to assume that everyone is out to get me so I ought to be sly to have some peace of mind.
Sadly but maybe fortunately I was a day student thoughout my SSS years so did not experience homoing much, though even the day students didnt escape entirely. Being the "pet" of some male seniors who I guess were all fighting for my attention also saved me from "envious" female seniors. So besides a few kneeling,"tabo" etc....I must say I was spared.ReplyDelete
Gey Hey from '97 - '00 was not so bad. No senior ever asked me share the contents of my chopbox and there was no kneeling or weeding, or digging of pits. Just had 3 experiences that could be considered homoing.ReplyDelete
1. There was something called "Pillaring" which was to stand without moving i.e. like a pillar for as long as the senior wished. I think half of my dorm pillared every night for the first semester. The rule, the dorm monitress' rule, was that if the lights out bell caught you out of your mosquito net, then you were supposed to pillar. So we would pillar for hours. At least it seemed like hours. Her name was sister Esther. lol, and whilst we pillared, she would be talking to the whole dorm, from her bed. So so nonfa talk. Like about some guy called commander kk that one of the form one girls was supposedly dating. hehe. And giving announcements. Sometimes it was funny stuff but you weren't supposed to laugh. Oh man!
2. I was going about my new life as a form one girl, thinking to myself how some form one girls are such babies and would cry about small small things like being away from home and feeling mighty proud of myself for not being a cry baby. Then one day, as i was going my somewhere, 2 form 3 girls who did not know me from anywhere just called me. Herr form 1 girl. Is that how to walk? Go back. Walk. Herrr! Is that how you walk?! Go back. Walk again. Fine, so i was doing as i was told. I must not have looked scared of them. 'Cos one of them said that eeeh i look like i think i'm too shEE for this stuff. So she asked me if I had cried since i entered the school and i said no. That was my mistake. I should have said yes, because those 2 girls then proceeded to just jojo me. I can't remember what they even said but I started crying and feeling so miserable abt being in the school and just wanted to get the hell outta there.
3. I was in form two and sort of in the running for becoming house prefect. As y'all know, when u're abt to chop prefect, you don't want any form 3 girl to come and say you don't respect or you did something that will then make voters think you're not HUMBLE. LOL. Funny now but in those days, one of the key criteria for prefect chopping was, as my friend yaw likes to say, "HUMBILITY". So me, I was minding my own business when a form 3 girl in my house asked me to wash her bowls. I kept quiet and washed her bowls not thinking i'd done anything wrong. But noooo, she felt I had not displayed enough enthusiasm about washing her bowls. huh? How much enthusiasm can one display for washing someone else's dirty bowls. Aden?! But i was hot for a while 'cos she went and told other form 3 girls how these days, m'aba so. Oh charlie...
come on here alot. neva commentd...but i cldnt go without writin sumtin on dis 1... :)ReplyDelete
no matter how "bad" goin thru those ‘homo’s durin dat time was, u cant help but look bac now, lauf n appreciate it all...mehn those where some good days...remember ma fisrt day in sch. da head house madam did her best to prepare me for all dat i will encounter..but they still ‘knockd me down’...i got there n the first tin i was ask to do was "bor hor" (go down on ya kneez)--come see da shock on ma face; cos it showd me it will only gon go down from der..i wantd to ran bac to ma unc n ant lol--, after bein interviewd, i was ask to go look for ‘Anti Mercy’ n ‘Alapo’..me bein as ‘green’ as I was, went thru out da whole gals dorm lookn for em, n i was smacked on da back of ma palm in every room i went 2 for comin to ask such a stupid question....but nobody found it necessary to tell me dat dey weren’t ppl but …menses n da #2 respectfully…lol
weedin (which was err’day) in da mornin was for da boys, n in da afternoon, gals…y? cos da seniors did not see y da PAID workers shld do it wen da “green horns” were available…n da scrubbin di3r—massa don’t go der…!
n da “er-jo-joo” 4rom da senior gals jus cos u said no to a senior boy who wantd 2 holla was jus baffling…cos if u say yes 2, wahala! dey 4 ya head top…
for da 1st yr, i used to cry when eva i came back to sch from a break n saw dat Welcome to AKISS sign cos I knew for da next 3mths it was gon go down, n ma mama wasn’t der to shield me...lol...ohh but boy did i make da “tradition go on” wen I got 2 form 3 hahaha
all of em are all great memories now...cos in there i grew up fast, got over ma shyness n learned how to play da game..lol...did sum crazi thins (cos I hd VIM now lol) lik go out to town wit no permission, see a teacher, talk to em nicely (he cant do notin to u cos u not on sch grounds), hv da teacher tell u that wen u get to campus u r under punishment..get to campus n wen da teacher comes for u, u tell dem it wasnt me..lol..yeah "so far as u did not catch me, hold me n bring me to da sch", IT WASN’T ME!…lol
ohh da joys of SSS boardin sch…
Form 1 is a desease thats what they used to say back in the day when Seniors were (unofficially) allowed to whoop the living s**t out of form 1s. For me secondary school meant freedom, no mum,dad or gran to tell me what to do so I kinda thought it was strange when most of the form 1 boys were crying when their mamas said bye and left dem to the mercy of the seniors and the ultra cold Kwahu weather. I really never classified the homoing as bullying but only as a 1 year period of Hazing( word used in U.S colleges for the homo kind of experience people who want to join fraternities go through). The homoing taught me lotsa stuff, how to be cunning, how to lie through your teeth and beat any polygraph test, sensing trouble hours before it happens and Solidarity. It also made some of us timid, dadabee, jimi jimi dorks who prior to boarding school lead pretty sheltered lives grow up quickly and face life.ReplyDelete
There used to be a dorm called 'Virgins Villa' where apart from the form 1s in that dorm, no other form 1 ever went in and came out without crying, in fact breaking down in (genuine) tears was your only ticket out of that dorm.The torture that went in there will make Jack Bauer look like Uncle George Laing.
Some times a senior would organize the form 1s in his dorm have them carry him to the outhouse(atonko) whilst chanting...'odishi3 ba oooo odishi3 ba, woko ni ama ni ho abai no' tr. 'the prince is going to take a dump to relieve himself'. upon reaching the outhouse , the form 1s would remove his clothes, hold them and wait for him to finish handling his business. after he's done, they would put his clothes back on him, carry him back to the dorm chanting...'odishi3 ba ooooo odishk3 ba, wako ni ama ni ho abai no' tr. 'the prince has finished taking a dump to relieve himself'.
St. Peters for life!!!!!!
Oh my goodness, Mr. Bigglezz, are you serious?!ReplyDelete
ɔdehyeɛ ba ɛkɔ ne ama ne ho abae no?! Now that made me laugh! I'm sure it was no laughing matter at the time, but seriously, that's some story. This is the kind of stuff movies should be made from. I don't know why movie makers are scrambling...using porno to try to make a buck when so many of our real stories remain untold.
Motown. Akora, class of 2002.ReplyDelete
I cannot relate with those who say that they learnt anything positive from boarding school homo-ing. Really people? Really?!
That mess served no purpose whatsoever other than to humiliate and attempt to 'break' a person. Mostly seniors having been homo-ed themselves were merely taking the opportunity for revenge, ridiculously misdirected aggression if ever it existed. Same phenomenon where victims of abuse become the abusers.
I think some knowingly or unknowingly derived some sort of sadistic pleasure from it. Probably more than would care to admit it. So if you're trying to convince yourself that there was some deeper lesson, higher ideal that was gained from such utter inhumane behaviour...well, that's not exactly odd, it's merely your choice of a coping mechanism. Maybe further to that, the way you justify to yourself, your own subsequent wrongful treatment of others.
Yea, some of you might think I'm taking this personal paan. But it is personal, it was, but more importantly, it is wrong! And I really don't see anyway of getting around the problem
(because that's what it is, it is a 'problem') if we cannot even see and call it for what it is.
It was wrong people.
If you might allow yourself to consider for a moment what the larger repercussions these experiences might have lead to. In shaping us as individuals and a larger society. Were the lessons we learnt about the abuse of power and authority really what makes for a decent society, nation?
Let my people think...
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Ohhh Anonymous, don't cry ok... I will buy you York City dotch ok... heheheReplyDelete
Ok, seriously, I agree it's wrong but in most cases this stuff isn't that serious so you move on in life and get over it. Anonymous, you are almost ten years removed from those experiences so just grow up and get over it.
Well you know what eric, you make a most tempting offer, had you thrown in some fried sweet potatoes I might have been sold.ReplyDelete
Slapping on the usual 'faakye' band aid does about as much as it ever has: 'digging a hole in the ground to hide your head in'.
I have just about had it with our hypocritical way of avoiding pertinent discussions under the guise of "it's not that serious". It's serious to me buddy. So, "NO" I will not "get over it". Why don't you grow a pair and get with it!
I will not "pretend there is no problem" because I live in Ghana, I work in Ghana and somedayI will have my kids in Ghana. And I am NOT ok with "not that serious". I would much rather have "healthy and conducive learning environment".
Like I said, it's personal.
I agree with Anonymous on this one. Let's call him Akora2002 because I hate addressing anonymous people.ReplyDelete
I think Akora2002 and Paa Kwesi raised good points. Yes, we want to share stories and have fun and go home, but it's important too to think about what it means. It's important to think about how it affected us, and our relationship to authority and if perhaps it may be the root of our problems with leadership in this country. What was the lesson to be learned, for example, from the form 3 girl making me cry? And even for people like me who did not in turn make people cry when I got to form 3, I still made form1 girls fetch me water, and iron my clothes, etc. What was that teaching me? What was it teaching them? That when in a position of authority, I should have people serve me? Just to demonstrate my power?
Yes, I do agree that boarding school does teach a person something but I'm not sure that the teaching is found in the bullying. I'd say that it's in learning to manage the food/money you're given till the term ends, in learning to live and work with others, manage your time, etc but does it really teach any good lessons? Many of the "lessons" that people have mentioned in response to this post have actually been negative.
And if so many of us go through boarding school and this is what we learn about life there, then shouldn't this be an issue of National concern and again, shouldn't Ghana's own Mel Gibsons and Morgan Spurlocks be making a movies or documentaries that shocks us all to sit up address this monster? More than talking, shouldn't the current students in SHS be part of this discussion and be made to come to terms with what it is they are doing? It was 10 years ago for Akora2002, but what's scary is that it probably still happens today.
I've heard stories, also of people in Achimota during the 6th form era who would wake up a whole dorm to go look for GREEN SHOE polish. That makes me smile. It's the kind of thing that would be funny in a comedy show but when you think of the fact that form 1 boys didn't get any sleep of this person who decided to be funny...it's no longer quite so funny, is it?
Inasmuch as I do agree with both sides of the argument so far from before and after Akora2002 commented, I think that it shouldn't cast a shadow on the SS days.ReplyDelete
It's just like making lemonade from the lemons life gives you. Yes, some of the homoing was senseless, and yes, some people got carried away, even literally (the "Odehye ba" song from Persco was really funny, though). But then, I've learnt to have a laugh about those. I've put the pain of the past behind me, turned it into a happy song, and I'm moving on from it. Even from those, I learnt some good things. They may have meant it for evil, but my goodness, I sought the good out of it.
We learnt the good with the bad, as we would in any other situation. We'd have learnt to be authoritative, barbarian, corrupt and deceitful with or without homoing.
It would be wrong for me to say Akora2002 or anyone else should grow up, because we all deal with past events differently; but we can choose what we learn from each dark day we may have seen. And if indeed I got a few stories to tell the grandkids, then it's not too bad.
On a lighter note, I hope Akora2002 wasn't in Aggrey House, 'cos that would be when I was in SS3 when he (is it a he?) came, and surely, my batch was not so bad...
Hahaha...I like the nic Esi, nice ring to it.ReplyDelete
Alright so I don't want to put a damper on the quirks of boarding school life either and there were some good times, 'intersports' (Esi, here's an idea, how about a thread about those experiences) and those terms 'gating', 'kayabs', 'douch'(think only Motowners used those words). My comments are as ubiquitous as anyone else's on Facebook when someone digs up an old photo.
Asomasi, the stories are the best part.
Here's the crux of the issue for me, I would like to be able to reminisce about those times without that ever constant dark cloud making an unwanted appearance.
Alls I'm saying is why are we so used to accepting injustice and unfairness without as much an a whimper of protest? Why don't we stand up for ideals we believe in. I would love to be the proverbial proud Akora. (Said another way: I would love to be the proverbial proud Ghanaian). My entire family went to Achimota, my mother, practically all my aunts and uncles. So inevitably my brothers, sisters and cousins followed suit.
But sadly, my children would not be attending the Motown I attended because I fail to see how locking a child, my child, any child up in a box bed for over 8 hours teaches them to become a decent human being.
lol, I was not in Aggrey, Asomasi...although some of the most horrifying stories did seem to come from Aggrey along with Livi and Stopford.
Aite, believe my point has been extensively outlined. Thrice nonetheless. Word, I'm out.
Akora2002, are you female or male? I graduated in 2002 also and I have some very similar stories to share...ReplyDelete
@Akora2002 I agree wiv u about some sadistic seniors who just took the whole homoing thing too far even to a point I would describe as bullying. There was this senior who actually succeeded in making me cry my only consolation came 4 years after when this same senior and I were both freshmen at legon, I even had the dude ponded. there are some others with whom i still have an beef with. But nonetheless such experiences taught me to be frugal wiv my stuff, know where to go and where not to go at what times and most of all how not to be a sissy pants.ReplyDelete
bigups to Seniors like Schwazenneger, Rasta, Rocann, Jimmy Joy, Swapo y'all taught me valuable lessons.
Esi, I loved every bit of mine! The fooling, the chase, the 'beating',.... so much adrenalin in my first year. It was like hide and seek initially but because I'm huge and very obvious, I could hardly play. Took guts, puppy faces and a little bit of enthusiasm to get through my first year at Pope John SHS. YOu realise that as u progress, your 'pain' and suffering is made up for and you become the antagonist... SWEET!!ReplyDelete
anarchy in schools=anarchy in societyReplyDelete
I was asked to tuck my housedress into my panties and use my write my name as i stood up using my ass. My first and last name has about 22 characters so go figure. And by the way i had to do this infront of 50 odd seniors and even some juniors who were all laughing at me. So i use my hands holding my waste and start A-K-O-S-U-A etc etc - using my ass to write this long name - I will never forget the humiliation.ReplyDelete