This a chapter one novel I have written which motivates people to hold up to their dreams, no matter the obstacles and circumstances. Never Ever Give Up is all it says. If you have a dream, then you must do everything to make it into reality, it doesn't really matter how many times you fail a test, never stop believing in yourself because life itself is a test, sometimes you will fail, but the only way you can be a failure is if you stop try. So whatever dream you have, use all your energies to make it into reality

1. 1
aTHE GENESISb
— ------------ %]I Can Is Better Than I.Q]%
𒁈
It all started form a small village in the Greater Accra region called Dodowa.
A great piece of land of harmonious fertile soil where farmers cultivate good
yield with great income. A land full of hospitality, where fraternity is
exercised in the heart of every man. Ga-Adangme is said to be their main
language and the land most fertile to bare mangoes.
𒁈
I was of age fifteen when I first moved in to Dodowa because my school, that
is, Ghanata Senior High School is located within. I seemed to look like a
country dweller, probably a villager, because I was all peeping through the
window, staring at the environment because it was a new surrounding
nurtured by mountains, a lot green plans and most of it all, the dazzling big
palace found along-side the road. It was a jolly ride to my school where I
enjoyed myself with some crunchy-salted pop-corn and some naturally

2. prepared juice of banana mixed with milk and fried groundnut specially made
for me by my pulchritudinous mom.
𒁈
The journey became very jerky when we got to almost half pass the road to
my destination where the road became very dusty and roughen, and the
almost wrecked trotro bus massaged us with a melodious waist and back
pains. The trotro was so damaged that, you could see the running speed of the
ground when you look at the base of the vehicle. After an hour and half, we
got to the main junction, alighted and had a short trip to the school which
took us about four minutes or five using a taxi.
𒁈
When we got to the main gate of the school, my heart started beating quite
faster and I caught myself gasping because I had never been to a boarding
school before. The name of the school was boldly written in front of the main
entrance where the administration block serves as the first welcoming
building. You would see a huge sculptured badge of the school with the
motto, ‘Carpe Diem’.
“What does that even mean”, I asked myself, wondering what language it
could be.
We drove straight to a big tree behind the assembly hall and discharged all
my items under the tree from the taxi car. We had to wait under the tree for
the house master to make his inspections on my items. We were later

3. informed by a senior who is most known as Hot Bwoy Fuzzy. He was a tall
and lanky guy who has acnes on his face and has a wide tricking smile. He
told us first have to move to the senior house master’s bungalow to submit
some equipments. We moved straight away to his bungalow and found him
arranging some already received items. He was a quite median tall man who
welcomed us warmly and congratulated me for getting the school Ghanata,
for short. He has a daughter of age ten or eleven if I guessed it right and
named Agnes.
“Agnes!”, cried out the senior house master.
“Yes daddy!”, Agnes responded.
“Get me three bottled water from the fridge”, he added.
Within seconds, Agnes came along with the water, standing very quiet and
looking somehow shy, serving us with it to refresh ourselves after a long trip.
During the submission, I had forgotten one item which I must run back for. It
was quite a length to jerk for but the sun was so hot that I had sweats running
all over my chin. I took the item from the taxi and ran back with it to the
senior house master’s bungalow. Within an hour, I qualified the submission
and inspection process.
𒁈
A sad emotion stroked me down like thunder when it was time for my parent
to give me their last words for a period of three months before vacation. My
mom then inculcated into me some advice and motivational words that; “the

4. main purpose why I am in the school is to strive hard to achieve my main
goals and dreams and to become a great and better person in the future”. She
also inspired to me that; “the greatest harm a man could do to himself is to
stop learning and when he stops learning he will begin to face the worse in
life”, so I must take my books more seriously. We had our last conversations
and they drove off. I was flabbergasted when I saw three students, probably
my seniors, running towards me as if they are to arrest me but to assist me in
packing my belongings to the dormitory. The school is actually a mixed sex
school and has four houses, that is, House One as Modesty, House Two as
Excellence, House Three as Fraternity and House Four as Royals. I was
placed in the Fraternity house which means ‘Brotherhood’ and in dorm
seven. I met ten students in the dormitory with thirteen students excluding me
yet to come per the number of empty beds I have seen in the dorm. I got to
know few of them by names as we made some short introductions and
dialogues. I got to know Mohammed a.k.a Innocent, Zakari a.k.a Pocket, Jojo
and Winston a.k.a Roll Khall. They helped me in packing some of my items
and also in laying my bed.
𒁈
They inculcated into me few rules of the dormitory, color code for laying my
bed either morning or evening, positioning my items and helping me know
where some facilities such as the bath-house, washroom, ironing bay and
washing bay are located. I was told white T-shirt and ‘kaki’ shorts are our
dormitory and grounds work attire. I saw some of the seniors ironing their
uniforms, others playing football on the compound and others entertaining

5. themselves with manual beat and music. I took a glance at the school’s
facilities and saw that, everything is quite perfect here.
“Who has shi!?”, cried a senior who just entered into our dormitory.
Everyone was just gazing at him without a word because the word ‘shi’ was
peculiar to us.
He then insisted; “So nobody has ‘shitϽ’ here?”
“ShitϽ?, and where from the word shi?”, laughed Roll Khall.
“Shi or shitϽ, whatever!” quipped the senior smiling.
I remembered I had two containers of black pepper, that is, shitϽ, in my chop
box so I told him to come for some portion. I gave him a quantity of the
pepper that satisfies his wanting. He excitedly thanked and blessed me and
shot his nose back to his dormitory. Just after then, I changed my uniform and
decided to have a siesta after a long trip.
After a while, I woke up from my sleep and noticed it was time for lunch.
“Ahh! A two hour rest?”, I whispered to myself looking surprised.
Lunch starts at 1:30pm on Saturday and everyone has to be seated before the
time. I made all my preparations and got myself ready for lunch. I started
panting while heading towards the dining hall because I am going to meet a
lot of different people, probably students, all over. A fact about me is that, I
am an introvert. I feel too shy to talk to new people and probably want to be
isolated from them. Boom! I had my first foot into the dining hall, and the

6. place is so enormous to contain thousands of students. I followed my just met
dorm mates to a table and had our seat. There was conversations all over
which held the place very noisy. I was only seated very quiet because I
thought that was the best thing to do as a new comer, that is, a fresher. Kling!
Kling!! Kling!!! A bell has been rang and the whole place went silent. Pantry
bowls of food had already been served on almost all the tables in the hall.
“We are praying”, shouted the dining hall prefect from the high table. “We
invite the Lord to dine with us, Amen!”, he continued
“Amen!”, exclaimed almost all the students.
Wow! I got marveled, what a very short prayer! A student from each table
stood up and started serving the food into all available plates on the table. I
decided not to take part in the meal because I had already eaten enough food
before the trip to the school. After a minute of five, serving had been done
and Yummy! Yummy!! Yummy!!! almosteveryone started enjoying
themselves. The meal was cooked beans (mostly known by the students as
GϽbɜ) and ‘gari’ with fried plantain. Whiles eating was on-going, I got a
novel entitled; “A Journey From The Land Of No” from my bag and had a
firm reading, so as to avoid been lonely and also to terminate having
unnecessary eye contact. Using the cutlery set was compulsory to all students
so some of the seniors went round for inspections.
𒁈

7. Few minutes later, the inspection was done and the form one students had
been congratulated for obeying the rules of the dining hall for the first time.
Just then, a young man with an alluring white long sleeves and jeans trouser
steamed with a pair of black ‘Versace’ shoes and sunglasses entered the hall
through the main door and the whole area went silent. He made a debut with
his grammatical dignity as Sir Johnson, the dining hall Master. He was an
eloquent man with effulgent smiles and I wondered if someone pays him per
smile. He echoed again that, his nickname is ‘Show Dem’, which means to
exhibit. He won the reverence of almost all the students because he’s found
out to be a man who loves children.
𒁈
He told us everything we have to know about the dining hall, its rules and
requirements for its attendance. Some of the rules are ubiquitous because we
mostly practice them at home. After he was done with his uttering, a closing
prayer was said and it is no difference from the starting prayer.
“We thank the Lord for this food, Amen!”, was the prayer and a concluding
response; “Amen!”from the students. The dining hall has a washing bay
perched just behind the hall where washing of plates and cups after eating are
to be done. After the washing, was the time for some of the students to
socialize. Though, getting to know people is quite a good thing but my
coyness will not permit me that. I was standing on the corridor, lingering at
the gigantic greenish mountains all over the surrounding when someone
clutched me hard on the hand, turning round to see was a friend, whose junior
high school was located right behind mine. Maxwell was his name and the

8. nicky of Suspect. He’s a short muscular boy with a very wide smile. I was
very surprised seeing him in the same school. He’s also in the Fraternity
House, just that he was in a different dorm. He introduced some of his friends
he just met in the school to me, exchanging names and dialogues was
something I was trying the best to cope with.
“I am Marco”, I echoed, stretching my right hand towards Suspect’s friends.
“I am Ernest, and you can call me Apor”, said one of them shaking my hand.
“I am Benette and you can call me Play Boi too”, said a tall guy within
shaking me too.
“I am Prince and you can call me Bongo”, said the third but last guy smiling
very widely.
They are very cool and nice guys, I said to myself. I followed them to a
purple-painted provisions store where they bought some beverages with
biscuits and asked if I would want a drink too?
“I am okay”, I replied.
I bought a bottled water for myself and was hovering around them very
silent.
𒁈
After buying the stuffs, we wen back to our dormitories. Suspect winked
at me saying;

9. “See you during the supper”, and moved into dormitory nine where I
noticed that, Suspect, including his three friends are in the same dorm. It
was 2:20pm when I checked on the time, I undressed, went to the
bath-house for a shower. After the shower, I wore my dormitory attire
and had a nap. All I could then see was that: I was in my room trying
some coding and programming languages on my desktop computer
when my mom cried out my name that dinner is ready. I left my room
and went straight ahead to the dinning table. It was a luscious variety of
two meals, that was jollof rice and a cooked yam with an eye-stew. Its
fragrance could draw butterflies and people from the nearby
communities. I strutted towards and had a sit right beside my sisters,
Nadia and Lordina including the other siblings. Which food to eat was a
choice so I went-in for the jollof rice and vegetables with a piquant beef.
The meal looks so fascinating. I whispered into my mom’s ear that, she’s
the best cook in the whole world. She smouched me on the cheek and
also whispered into my;
“Thank you, son, mom loves you very much”.
I was just about to enjoy my scrumptious meal when I found myself
dwindling with an echoing voice, Marco! Marco!! Marco!!! and patting
me at the same time. I realized it was a dream and found out that, Jojo
was waking me up.

10. “Wake up, we have to get ready for supper”, he said, having his towel
wrapped around his neck.
“Oh God, this buddy didn’t let me finish things well”, I hissed to myself.
𒁈
I sprang down from my bed and changed myself for the evening bath. I
took a glimpse at the watch, it was 4:19pm. Supper starts at 6:00pm so
we have one hour, forty-one minutes to get prepared. Within fifteen
minutes, Jojo and I had our bath and started the dress-ups. I then realized
we never yakked to each other and was wondering how he procured to
know my name.
“How did you know my name, Jojo?”, I probed, looking surprised.
“I saw your name written on your T-shirt”, he answered smiling.
“Wow! that’s so smart of you”, I added ruminatively.
“Nice meeting you, Marco”, he interrupted.
“It’s a pleasure”, I responded.
Jojo is a dark-skinned young boy with a cute bluffy cheek that makes his
smile look captivating. He is moderately tall, has a hairy eye brow, and
he’s a lot jovial too. He would say something very funny leaving
everyone giggling, that was how I got to know him by name, albeit, we
were in the same dormitory.

11. “Do you even have a nickname?”, I interrogated looking somehow
curious.
“Oh! sorry I didn’t tell you this earlier, my nicky is Jhoey Rhymes”, he
giggled.
“Jo-wi…. Jue-vi”, I was hesitating.
“Jhoey Rhymes”, he repeated once again, wondering if I heard that clear.
“Okay, nice name”, I nodded slowly, turning away to focus on the
pomade. Everyone in the dormitory was busy donning for the supper.
The dress code for the attendance was our prepping attire, although, we,
the freshers, are not prepping that whole week. We laid our beds and
pillows white, leaving the whole dormitory glistening. The evening
studies was only compulsory to the sophomores and the third-year
students.
𒁈
Within an hour, everyone in the dormitory was done. We moved out
from the dormitory together like an army which made it look unifying.
Each one of us was looking nice and uniform well ironed. We went into
the dinning hall and sat exactly where we had our seat during the lunch.
We sat there for some time, then, there came a notice from the siren,
saying; “it’s time for supper”. Few minutes later, the dinning hall
became full and a prayer was said as usual to start serving the meal. This

12. time, I took part in the dining, it was kenkey and a blended pepper sauce
with mackerel. It was very delicious. The seniors told us to eat the
nourishment with a folk and a knife, and I guessed that was to stress us a
little. It looks somehow funny eating what was to be eaten by hands with
a cutlery set. After the last prayer, all the freshers, both boys and girls
have been commanded to move back to our dormitory so that our seniors
will have a sound environment for the evening study. This time, we only
washed our plates and moved back to the dormitories. In the dormitory, I
didn’t want to waste much time sitting idle so I changed my prepping
attire into pyjamas and had a thirty minutes story book reading where I
found myself drowsy. I drunk some water, had a short prayer and slept
soundly giving everyone a goodnight.
2
1
THE GENESIS
------------ I Can Is Better Than I.Q

13. 𒁈
It all started form a small village in the Greater Accra region called Dodowa. A
great piece of land of harmonious fertile soil where farmers cultivate good yield
with great income. A land full of hospitality, where fraternity is exercised in the
heart of every man. Ga-Adangme is said to be their main language and the land
most fertile to bare mangoes.
𒁈
I was of age fifteen when I first moved in to Dodowa because my school, that is,
Ghanata Senior High School is located within. I seemed to look like a country
dweller, probably a villager, because I was all peeping through the window,
staring at the environment because it was a new surrounding nurtured by
mountains, a lot green plans and most of it all, the dazzling big palace found
along-side the road. It was a jolly ride to my school where I enjoyed myself with
some crunchy-salted pop-corn and some naturally prepared juice of banana
mixed with milk and fried groundnut specially made for me by my pulchritudinous
mom.
𒁈
The journey became very jerky when we got to almost half pass the road to my
destination where the road became very dusty and roughen, and the almost
wrecked trotro bus massaged us with a melodious waist and back pains. The
trotro was so damaged that, you could see the running speed of the ground when
you look at the base of the vehicle. After an hour and half, we got to the main
junction, alighted and had a short trip to the school which took us about four
minutes or five using a taxi.
𒁈
When we got to the main gate of the school, my heart started beating quite faster
and I caught myself gasping because I had never been to a boarding school
before. The name of the school was boldly written in front of the main entrance

14. where the administration block serves as the first welcoming building. You would
see a huge sculptured badge of the school with the motto, ‘Carpe Diem’.
“What does that even mean”, I asked myself, wondering what language it could
be.
We drove straight to a big tree behind the assembly hall and discharged all my
items under the tree from the taxi car. We had to wait under the tree for the
house master to make his inspections on my items. We were later informed by a
senior who is most known as Hot Bwoy Fuzzy. He was a tall and lanky guy who
has acnes on his face and has a wide tricking smile. He told us first have to move
to the senior house master’s bungalow to submit some equipments. We moved
straight away to his bungalow and found him arranging some already received
items. He was a quite median tall man who welcomed us warmly and
congratulated me for getting the school Ghanata, for short. He has a daughter of
age ten or eleven if I guessed it right and named Agnes.
“Agnes!”, cried out the senior house master.
“Yes daddy!”, Agnes responded.
“Get me three bottled water from the fridge”, he added.
Within seconds, Agnes came along with the water, standing very quiet and
looking somehow shy, serving us with it to refresh ourselves after a long trip.
During the submission, I had forgotten one item which I must run back for. It was
quite a length to jerk for but the sun was so hot that I had sweats running all over
my chin. I took the item from the taxi and ran back with it to the senior house
master’s bungalow. Within an hour, I qualified the submission and inspection
process.
𒁈
A sad emotion stroked me down like thunder when it was time for my parent to
give me their last words for a period of three months before vacation. My mom
then inculcated into me some advice and motivational words that; “the main
purpose why I am in the school is to strive hard to achieve my main goals and
dreams and to become a great and better person in the future”. She also inspired
to me that; “the greatest harm a man could do to himself is to stop learning and
when he stops learning he will begin to face the worse in life”, so I must take my

15. books more seriously. We had our last conversations and they drove off. I was
flabbergasted when I saw three students, probably my seniors, running towards
me as if they are to arrest me but to assist me in packing my belongings to the
dormitory. The school is actually a mixed sex school and has four houses, that is,
House One as Modesty, House Two as Excellence, House Three as Fraternity
and House Four as Royals. I was placed in the Fraternity house which means
‘Brotherhood’ and in dorm seven. I met ten students in the dormitory with thirteen
students excluding me yet to come per the number of empty beds I have seen in
the dorm. I got to know few of them by names as we made some short
introductions and dialogues. I got to know Mohammed a.k.a Innocent, Zakari
a.k.a Pocket, Jojo and Winston a.k.a Roll Khall. They helped me in packing some
of my items and also in laying my bed.
𒁈
They inculcated into me few rules of the dormitory, color code for laying my bed
either morning or evening, positioning my items and helping me know where
some facilities such as the bath-house, washroom, ironing bay and washing bay
are located. I was told white T-shirt and ‘kaki’ shorts are our dormitory and
grounds work attire. I saw some of the seniors ironing their uniforms, others
playing football on the compound and others entertaining themselves with
manual beat and music. I took a glance at the school’s facilities and saw that,
everything is quite perfect here.
“Who has shi!?”, cried a senior who just entered into our dormitory.
Everyone was just gazing at him without a word because the word ‘shi’ was
peculiar to us.
He then insisted; “So nobody has ‘shitϽ’ here?”
“ShitϽ?, and where from the word shi?”, laughed Roll Khall.
“Shi or shitϽ, whatever!” quipped the senior smiling.
I remembered I had two containers of black pepper, that is, shitϽ, in my chop box
so I told him to come for some portion. I gave him a quantity of the pepper that
satisfies his wanting. He excitedly thanked and blessed me and shot his nose
back to his dormitory. Just after then, I changed my uniform and decided to have
a siesta after a long trip.

16. After a while, I woke up from my sleep and noticed it was time for lunch.
“Ahh! A two hour rest?”, I whispered to myself looking surprised.
Lunch starts at 1:30pm on Saturday and everyone has to be seated before the
time. I made all my preparations and got myself ready for lunch. I started panting
while heading towards the dining hall because I am going to meet a lot of
different people, probably students, all over. A fact about me is that, I am an
introvert. I feel too shy to talk to new people and probably want to be isolated
from them. Boom! I had my first foot into the dining hall, and the place is so
enormous to contain thousands of students. I followed my just met dorm mates to
a table and had our seat. There was conversations all over which held the place
very noisy. I was only seated very quiet because I thought that was the best thing
to do as a new comer, that is, a fresher. Kling! Kling!! Kling!!! A bell has been
rang and the whole place went silent. Pantry bowls of food had already been
served on almost all the tables in the hall.
“We are praying”, shouted the dining hall prefect from the high table. “We invite
the Lord to dine with us, Amen!”, he continued
“Amen!”, exclaimed almost all the students.
Wow! I got marveled, what a very short prayer! A student from each table stood
up and started serving the food into all available plates on the table. I decided not
to take part in the meal because I had already eaten enough food before the trip
to the school. After a minute of five, serving had been done and Yummy!
Yummy!! Yummy!!! almosteveryone started enjoying themselves. The meal was
cooked beans (mostly known by the students as GϽbɜ) and ‘gari’ with fried
plantain. Whiles eating was on-going, I got a novel entitled; “A Journey From The
Land Of No” from my bag and had a firm reading, so as to avoid been lonely and
also to terminate having unnecessary eye contact. Using the cutlery set was
compulsory to all students so some of the seniors went round for inspections.
𒁈
Few minutes later, the inspection was done and the form one students had been
congratulated for obeying the rules of the dining hall for the first time. Just then, a
young man with an alluring white long sleeves and jeans trouser steamed with a
pair of black ‘Versace’ shoes and sunglasses entered the hall through the main

17. door and the whole area went silent. He made a debut with his grammatical
dignity as Sir Johnson, the dining hall Master. He was an eloquent man with
effulgent smiles and I wondered if someone pays him per smile. He echoed again
that, his nickname is ‘Show Dem’, which means to exhibit. He won the reverence
of almost all the students because he’s found out to be a man who loves children.
𒁈
He told us everything we have to know about the dining hall, its rules and
requirements for its attendance. Some of the rules are ubiquitous because we
mostly practice them at home. After he was done with his uttering, a closing
prayer was said and it is no difference from the starting prayer.
“We thank the Lord for this food, Amen!”, was the prayer and a concluding
response; “Amen!”from the students. The dining hall has a washing bay perched
just behind the hall where washing of plates and cups after eating are to be done.
After the washing, was the time for some of the students to socialize. Though,
getting to know people is quite a good thing but my coyness will not permit me
that. I was standing on the corridor, lingering at the gigantic greenish mountains
all over the surrounding when someone clutched me hard on the hand, turning
round to see was a friend, whose junior high school was located right behind
mine. Maxwell was his name and the nicky of Suspect. He’s a short muscular boy
with a very wide smile. I was very surprised seeing him in the same school. He’s
also in the Fraternity House, just that he was in a different dorm. He introduced
some of his friends he just met in the school to me, exchanging names and
dialogues was something I was trying the best to cope with.
“I am Marco”, I echoed, stretching my right hand towards Suspect’s friends.
“I am Ernest, and you can call me Apor”, said one of them shaking my hand.
“I am Benette and you can call me Play Boi too”, said a tall guy within shaking
me too.
“I am Prince and you can call me Bongo”, said the third but last guy smiling very
widely.
They are very cool and nice guys, I said to myself. I followed them to a
purple-painted provisions store where they bought some beverages with biscuits
and asked if I would want a drink too?

18. “I am okay”, I replied.
I bought a bottled water for myself and was hovering around them very silent.
𒁈
After buying the stuffs, we wen back to our dormitories. Suspect winked at me
saying;
“See you during the supper”, and moved into dormitory nine where I noticed that,
Suspect, including his three friends are in the same dorm. It was 2:20pm when I
checked on the time, I undressed, went to the bath-house for a shower. After the
shower, I wore my dormitory attire and had a nap. All I could then see was that: I
was in my room trying some coding and programming languages on my desktop
computer when my mom cried out my name that dinner is ready. I left my room
and went straight ahead to the dinning table. It was a luscious variety of two
meals, that was jollof rice and a cooked yam with an eye-stew. Its fragrance
could draw butterflies and people from the nearby communities. I strutted
towards and had a sit right beside my sisters, Nadia and Lordina including the
other siblings. Which food to eat was a choice so I went-in for the jollof rice and
vegetables with a piquant beef. The meal looks so fascinating. I whispered into
my mom’s ear that, she’s the best cook in the whole world. She smouched me on
the cheek and also whispered into my;
“Thank you, son, mom loves you very much”.
I was just about to enjoy my scrumptious meal when I found myself dwindling
with an echoing voice, Marco! Marco!! Marco!!! and patting me at the same time.
I realized it was a dream and found out that, Jojo was waking me up.
“Wake up, we have to get ready for supper”, he said, having his towel wrapped
around his neck.
“Oh God, this buddy didn’t let me finish things well”, I hissed to myself.
𒁈
I sprang down from my bed and changed myself for the evening bath. I took a
glimpse at the watch, it was 4:19pm. Supper starts at 6:00pm so we have one
hour, forty-one minutes to get prepared. Within fifteen minutes, Jojo and I had our

19. bath and started the dress-ups. I then realized we never yakked to each other
and was wondering how he procured to know my name.
“How did you know my name, Jojo?”, I probed, looking surprised.
“I saw your name written on your T-shirt”, he answered smiling.
“Wow! that’s so smart of you”, I added ruminatively.
“Nice meeting you, Marco”, he interrupted.
“It’s a pleasure”, I responded.
Jojo is a dark-skinned young boy with a cute bluffy cheek that makes his smile
look captivating. He is moderately tall, has a hairy eye brow, and he’s a lot jovial
too. He would say something very funny leaving everyone giggling, that was how
I got to know him by name, albeit, we were in the same dormitory.
“Do you even have a nickname?”, I interrogated looking somehow curious.
“Oh! sorry I didn’t tell you this earlier, my nicky is Jhoey Rhymes”, he giggled.
“Jo-wi…. Jue-vi”, I was hesitating.
“Jhoey Rhymes”, he repeated once again, wondering if I heard that clear.
“Okay, nice name”, I nodded slowly, turning away to focus on the pomade.
Everyone in the dormitory was busy donning for the supper. The dress code for
the attendance was our prepping attire, although, we, the freshers, are not
prepping that whole week. We laid our beds and pillows white, leaving the whole
dormitory glistening. The evening studies was only compulsory to the
sophomores and the third-year students.
𒁈
Within an hour, everyone in the dormitory was done. We moved out from the
dormitory together like an army which made it look unifying. Each one of us was
looking nice and uniform well ironed. We went into the dinning hall and sat
exactly where we had our seat during the lunch. We sat there for some time,
then, there came a notice from the siren, saying; “it’s time for supper”. Few
minutes later, the dinning hall became full and a prayer was said as usual to start

20. serving the meal. This time, I took part in the dining, it was kenkey and a blended
pepper sauce with mackerel. It was very delicious. The seniors told us to eat the
nourishment with a folk and a knife, and I guessed that was to stress us a little. It
looks somehow funny eating what was to be eaten by hands with a cutlery set.
After the last prayer, all the freshers, both boys and girls have been commanded
to move back to our dormitory so that our seniors will have a sound environment
for the evening study. This time, we only washed our plates and moved back to
the dormitories. In the dormitory, I didn’t want to waste much time sitting idle so I
changed my prepping attire into pyjamas and had a thirty minutes story book
reading where I found myself drowsy. I drunk some water, had a short prayer and
slept soundly giving everyone a goodnight.
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