Diary Of A College Girl…

THE WRITER

My Name is Grace Klubi

An old student of Achimota School (Akora), currently studying Computer Science at Kwame Nkrumah University Of Science and Technology (KNUST).

I love to write and sing as hobbies. I enjoy writing, and I have a vivid imagination of what life could be like if it were perfect.

GRACE KLUBI

DIARY OF A COLLEGE GIRL

EPISODE 2

A young man walked up to me.

Being trained in a strict Christian home, I had very few male friends because of this “guys are dangerous” mentality that had been instilled in me.

The warning quickly flashed and asked me to walk away but my new “cool girl” instinct was much stronger.

I stood waiting while he came closer.

I studied his appearance. Cap turned backwards, trousers beneath the waist, wearing an earring and chewing gum.

I was aghast no doubt. Couldn’t believe such waywardness could be allowed in a tertiary institution.

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Anyway, he walked up to me and to add insult to injury, spoke pidgin language saying:

“Yo, sexy mama!  Wossop?”

My anger had reached its peak. I turned around and began walking away when he grabbed my shoulder, obviously annoyed.

Quickly, I pulled away from him with a stern look on my face, gave him a look of disgust and walked away.  I only smiled when I heard someone laughing at him from behind.

Still disgusted by that experience, I walked over to a park for recreation set up in front of my hall – The Royal Parade Grounds and sat down under a shed. A group was in the next shed praying loudly in tongues and they closed not long after I sat. A lady from the group clutching a Bible in her armpit approached me and smiling she said:

“Hi dear. I’m Lara.  What’s your name?”

Looking at her long skirt, and short nails, I decided there was no way I’m giving her my real name.

“Excuse me?” she said again, bringing me back to reality.

“Jane…. sorry Jade…” (like Jade in Bratz)

“That’s my name”. I quickly said

“Oh okay,” she replied.  “I’d like to take a few details about you, Jade, if you don’t mind”.

“Sure”. I quickly scribbled in a book she gave me. Jade Daniels, Africa Hall, room 56, 024568990.

I realized after giving her the sheet that my “phone number ” had 9 digits instead of 10. Before she could take a closer look, my phone rang. It was my mum.

“Okay Bye Lara, see you around!” I quickly said and skipped off relieved.

My mum was calling to check if I was okay and everything was in place.

They had just passed Lindador, the rest stop in the middle of the long Accra to Kumasi road.

The time was 9 pm.

I decided to go back to my room and try to sleep. I met a little boy who begged me for money.  Since I had no change on me, I gave him a 20 cedi note.

He almost rolled on the floor.

Life is hard oo…

I got to my room and met 3 girls laughing and speaking Twi.

Apparently, they were in the same school and had decided to pick the same room.

Life is so unfair.

I had the lower bunk of the second bed.

I quietly greeted, had my bath, went to my bed and spread out my pink Mickey Mouse blanket on it and set up my pink mosquito net. And then I took out my pink lace bedsheet and pillowcase and laid my bed neatly, took out some cello tape and pasted on the wall pictures of my family I carry everywhere, used glitter to write PRINCESS on the wall above my memoirs of home, put my pink diary underneath my pillow and took out my Bible to read.

After reading and praying – all the while they were chatting and laughing, the girl who slept atop me jumped down.

“Hi!” She said smiling.  She was dark-skinned and had a gap between her teeth. I thought she was very beautiful.  I’m Nana YAA.  I like what you’ve done with your corner. It’s lovely.

“Thank you”. I replied.

Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all

The other two came around.

The girl on the other lower bunk was also dark-skinned but not as beautiful as Nana Yaa.  Her name was Lisa.

The last roommate was obviously bleaching her dark skin. She was fair with dark splotches all over. She said her name was Marquette but everyone just called her Mari.

“So what’s your name?” Lisa asked.

“Princess”, I replied.  “Princess Cherie”.

“Nice to meet you Princess”, Mari said.

“My pleasure”. They decided to go and have their bath while I lay down waiting for sleep to come.

I wasn’t asleep when I heard the door being unlocked from outside. Each roommate had their own key to allow easy access to the room.  I quickly used my pink Hello Kitty duvet to cover myself up and listened quietly.

Mari’s voice broke the silence,

“Ei y3 roommate yi dier dadaba ankasa oo.”

“I tell you,” came Lisa’s voice in English.

“I just hope she’s not a snub.”

“I’m sure she’s wonderful guys,” Nana Yaa replied.  “After all she smiled and spoke to all of us.”

I made a noise and tossed in my bed which made them go silent.

Guest Writer: GRACE KLUBI :: DIARY OF A COLLEGE GIRL :: EPISODE 1

 

 

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