I usually would walk with my older colleagues to Kwame Nkrumah Circle,
discussing football, politics, women, and any other topic a group of twenty-something
year old lads talked about whenever they congregated. And when we got there, we
jumped into waiting ‘trotros’ or joined long and winding queues. But not on
this day – nay! They would tease the living daylight out of me. So I dashed out
of the class immediately the lecturer dropped his black marker and duster. “No
time for imbecilities!”…as Asempa FM’s Songo usually blurts when incensed about
the goings-on at the GFA. Reason? I had had a very terrible day in class,
‘bombing’ an impromptu company law quiz – one I wasn’t prepared for.
