On a hot Tuesday afternoon in the 3S1 class of Prempeh College, Prof. Digo is busily giving the derivation of a formula in his physics class to about 50 young men. Half of the class are at various stages of unconsciousness, the other half hoping he'd make an end to his endless theories (except Mawuena). Finally the siren, and there's a huge sigh of relief. We all loved these break periods before the Math class.
I dart out of the class with my brother Gideon, headed for dorm 3 of Aggrey house to pick the gari. We moved excitedly to Freeman house where the shito was. I don't know how they do it in Tarkwa, but their shito tasted real good. We help ourselves to multiple rounds of gari and shit), after which we step out fully fit for Jupee's E-math class.
I take a quick glance at my brother 20 minutes into the class and I notice how he's struggling to keep his eyelids apart. With each successive look at him I notice he's losing the battle to stay awake real quick, with his eyelids ever approaching each other with each passing minute. After 30 minutes the battle is over. His head is buried into his desk.
But hey who cares: that's Gideon Kwaku Enimah, and we all knew he had finished the term's syllabus 3 weeks earlier, and he was always going to make an A anyway.
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WRITTEN BY: Snr Jeffrey Sakyi Offeh
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