Unlike most Ghanaians, I had to attend three secondary schools. Yesterday, I saw two of them represented at the Ol' Skuul Reunion. I also happened to see the Sacred Choir of ATL, my University Hall, busily singing their profane songs as usual. One Vandal nearly broke my camera because they didn't want to be photographed. The Katanga boys clashed with the Police and Military Police. I have to confess I didn't enjoy what I saw and also understood why most people I know were not interested.
I witnessed this eating competition between an Accra Aca boy and a Temascho Boy. I laughed. They ate like girls. I know a bunch of guys from time who ate with the ferocity of malnourished hyenas. Today, they wear suit and tie and work in banks, pretending to be gentlemen. The Temascho boy won hands down but the Accra Aca boy was a better performer.
That is the Katanga yellow flag somewhere at the back. The boys were too aggressive and I didn't have the energy to beat their security. I went there to relax, not work. I feel my creative energies have been low lately. In fact, I think you can feel it on the blog. May be I need a new muse, may be I should turn my attention to one of my many other hobbies. May be I should just sleep more. It's a season. It will pass. Have a great week.