The weather hasn’t changed. We tend to stay around the low 30’s, today we’re 30° exactly. We have a slight breeze. It spins the hanging brown leaves on the oaks. I still have trash. I also still have a bit of Christmas piled on the table. I need to bring more bins upstairs. I should finish today though I’ve said that every day for the last few days. I think I have a severe form of winter lethargy.
My high school graduation was outside, the first ever at my school. The girls wore white, the boys green. The boys sat on one side, the girls on the other. I could see my father and mother from my seat. During the ceremony, the scholarships were given out. I got a couple, but it is the first one I remember. After I got back to my seat, envelope in hand, I looked to my parents expecting applause or a way to go, girl. I got neither. Instead, there was my father asking, “How much? How Much?” I ignored him.
The first time I heard a rooster crowing was in Ghana, on a very early morning. It became a significant event. When I returned to Ghana, a rooster crowed outside my window on my first morning. I thought of it as a welcome.
In Ghana I learned to operate a motorcycle. It was a Honda 90, which was what I could afford, barely afford, from my living allowance. I bought it in Tamale, a little over 100 miles away from Bolga, learned how to operate it from the dealer then left for home. One road was all I took. It was straight up from Tamale to Bolga. I stopped a couple of times for water and to stretch my legs. It was a long ride and on the left. It was a significant event. I rode over a 100 miles, my first ever trip on a motorcycle.
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