“Girls, can you sing the school anthem loud and proud?”
The megaphone echoed Mrs. Prah’s strong voice after she delivered the Monday morning homily.She looked elegant and graceful in her custom-made kaba and slit.
Being the headmistress of a prestigious girls’ secondary school she had a herculean job and we all revered her role.
“Purity of mind and body…”, we all sang ; the harmony in our voices was heavenly as we came to the final verse of our cherished school anthem.
I gazed at the gigantic bell beside the assembly hall which symbolised the school’s passion in nurturing orderliness in us as young ladies.It was a treasured monument that had been accorded the needed respect in terms of space-it stood mightily in a grassed territory.
The chime of the bell was our wake up call in the mornings, start of class time and also a reminder that breakfast, lunch or supper has been served. Later in the evenings, when our bodies were worn out from the businesses of a boarding school it became the sweetest sound in our ears as we finally hit our beds.
The sun was scorching, like sitting on hot coals. I blinked a few times as a drop of sweat blinded me .
Opening my eyes, I was once again in awe at the beautiful ambience a school could ever have. Plants and flowers blooming and shedding some leaves and petals, its pleasing aroma filling the air.
Uniformity at it’s best. About four hundred teenage girls from form one to form three all neatly dressed in our brown gathered skirts and beige school blouses tucked in and on our feet we wore well polished shiny school sandals all in the same brown colour.
“Young ladies,a marching song now. May we have an eloquent student give us a tune to a song?’ , continued Mrs. Prah.
‘Janet,please stand still”, I whispered softly into my dearest friend’s ear as she shifted on one foot to the other.
The headmistress detested fidgetting of any form and I was positive no one in my class was ready to become a scapegoat.
Just as we are about dispersing to our classrooms, we saw Mr. D run up the stairs, excitement written all over his face.
The school stood silent. A look of wonder and utmost surprise spread across Mrs Prah ’s almost perfect face.
“TK,can you join us up here?”
The megaphone sounded louder than usual.
“What have I done wrong?”
“Was I caught whispering?”
My mind was in a state of scepticism.
Each step brought me closer to my destiny. I felt hot and light from within .
Finally, I made it up the stairs, ready to face what was to come.
“Congratulations,TK you have made this school proud, you have won …..”
I could not believe my ears as Mrs Prah continued her speech. I was in a trance, the joyous clamour of the hundreds of girls deafening.
My eyes teared up at the community spirit and love being showered on me.
Janet was hysterical as she blew me a humongous kiss- an image I hold very dear!