Dear Nii Kpakpo,
You remember that back in the high school and on the hills in the university, we only used to wear new underwear when we had special occasions or were going to Mansyte to see the gals or just passing by Gey Hey to see how the dadabee chicks were doing. Fresh designer clothes and fresh underwear which we discarded right after we came back, to wait for the next event to go get another fresh pair.
Heh I remember paa that as for me I couldn’t afford the designer clothes so since the visits were mostly on Saturdays and this was the washing day for most students, I will just wear my fresh underwear, singlet, briefs and socks and then come scour through the clothes on the drying line or on the lawns and choose any designer white shirt that I thought would fit and off I went with friends to see the gals or attend a function. I already had this black corduroy trousers from pierre cardin that was only worn on such occasions. The shirt was returned to exactly where I found it when I get back from wherever I had taken it to and if the owner had already taken his clothes off the line or lawn, I still left it there.
Anyemi, this tradition has stayed with me since the college days, through to the city on a hill, and now into adult life. The only difference is that now I can afford the clothes on my own so no need to borrow from the line. I just borrow from my own wardrobe. Heh! Indeed, adulthood is something else.
Nii Kpakpo, in recent times I have only broken into new tear rubber underwear when going to church usually for communion and I like to feel that I’m clean right down to my skivvies. However, one rare occasion on the Tamale calendar precipitated my resorting to this action once more for something other than church and meeting a new gal.
So news got to us that the renown Kenyan lawyer, Pan Africanist and inspirational speaker Professor PLO Lamumba, will visit the Savanna International Academy as part of his Northern Ghana Tour to inspire and motivate students with his powerful message. The motivation was for the youth to inspire them to take action and make a difference in their various communities.
A few days to his coming and Tamale was agog for those who knew but were all kinda aloof about his coming. Anyemi, myself I went about my daily routines but I knew a part of me was in anxious anticipation. At first thought it was gonna be a hush hush thingy so you know how we are shy to intrude on other people events. Come and see me telling the boss madam, the founder of the school, that with her kind permission can I invite a few people. Heh Kpakpo, the way I wrote the English madam laugh me proper and says I should come for a knock cos this brofo dieh it is thick too much and she knows me too well that I will do what I want anyways.
Kpakpo, then that our protégé and mentee on social media, who has become a big time Ghana police officer also sent me a text that he wants to do kokonsa to see if I had heard that the speech maestro was coming into town. Heh your son is now in the position of who details security to where and for what in the northern region oh. Small boy big man. That boy will go places. Oops! He’s a man now and when he reads this I’m sure he’d call me to say but why. Ah I get filla too. Boy go prepare stew by contract wey he burn the whole stew. Left it on the fire and forgot about it. I’m sure he went to sleep or was busy texting some fine babe. The way the babes be fighting over him huh. crushing left right center and then with some spillage. *laughs*
Nii Kpakpo Thompson, I had gone to the school to play some games with the children and saw that they were preparing for the grand entry of the professor. Boss lady takes me to lunch and informs me that we have to go to the airport to pick the man up. Initially wanted to decline but boss lady instincts be sharp on the point and well, she’s always fun to drive around because she’s full of deep insightful convos. Off we drove to the airport.
First time I get to see the vip sectionn of the Tamale airport. This is me I had just come from playing with the children, just toweled town a bit to clean some sweat but in shorts and tee shirt. The chiefs were there to meet him and holding bitter kola in a calabash in a posh grocery bag. Some children were brought from the school to welcome him. They rehearsed their lines over and over at the airport and the whole scene was set to play out simple.
Anyemi the plane lands and the wardens head out to the tarmac to get our guest of honor. We are allowed to meet him right there on the tarmac and the formalities are dispensed with. It was obvious that Prof was excited with his reception as shown by his moving to the beats of the drummers. Man has come interesting dance moves and pretty astute at observant participation. He had observed the dancers and just mimicked a few moves he picked up with relish.
Heh chale Ghana police when they put their minds to it can be pretty efficient, I tell you. Security was pretty impressive to escort him into town. But not before the traditional drummers accompanying the chief amidst beating their drums and dancing sing appellations.
Nii Kpakpo, come and see me just traipsing the vip lounge up and down in my shorts and tee shirt and at a point in time I saw one female airport officer concerned about my freedom of movement. I see a door I pass through and happens to be a side kitchen that leads outside. I went to the bathroom to wash my hands and face again to ensure that at least I looked presentable.
Oh, did I tell you that the arrival coincided with our own papa giant Alan Cash, presidential hopeful who also was at the lounge at the same time obviously to take a flight back to Accra after a campaign tour in Tamale. Man is pretty affable and I said hello to him shook his hand and he allowed us to take a photo with him but at the last minute I didn’t want to be in a photo with him, so I declined in taking the selfie. He just smiled and walked on, there were others waiting to talk to him and take photos with him. He is pretty friendly though.
After about an hour at the lounge amidst traditional dances and welcome speeches, time for prof to go to his hotel and we also went home to get ready for the next day event. When I got home, it occurred to me that this was one of those rare occasions that deserved an overhaul of new underwear. Thanks to your sister I have a few in stock that haven’t been touched at all. It has been years since she acquired them but since they are mostly white, they have remained untouched for that long. So got briefs, a singlet and even socks all tear rubber. Finding a neat jeans and a jumper that bears the African colors with a star somewhere in it, was ready to meet the Prof and get ignited for Africa’s rebirth.
Kpakpo, early morning we were there waiting for the prof. we cleaned up and made arrangements and set up. Parents and the public arrived and took their seats because the time given was 8am. The traditional drummers were on hand to provide escort service from the gate to the venue grounds. Chale, when the drummers escort you to the grounds, they expect some notes in appreciation and that’s why some of these drummers relish the opportunity to be at such events. Some people, knowing this, totally ignore them because when you show interest then you will have to show appreciation.
The students also had their cadet corps on hand and a protocol team to usher guests to seats under the canopies mounted on the grounds. The entire school body now took their seats to wait and apart from the photographers testing frames and angles and a few last minute touches here and there, everybody was now waiting for the arrival of the prof.
And boy what an entry it was. As soon as the convoy drove in, the drummers were the first to usher him in, then the cadet flanked, the protocol led him to the officials who welcomed him and continued to walk him through the school for an inspection of the classroom.
Heh Kpakpo this school dey do things. Instead of a cadet guard of honor, they showed him their ultra-modern classrooms and obviously the luminary was impressed since he mentioned it in his speech to the public later.
He was then led into a meeting with a section of the student body mostly the senior school. He was presented with three questions. Anyemi, the questions these children asked was like they had had a roundtable discussion and put all the global problems in those three questions. They asked him about leadership in Africa, the role of service and also the importance of integrity. This was framed in a question of how there has been plenty talk of tackling corruption in the Africa we all love and that it was now time for action so what was the role of the youth in tackling corruption.
Nii Kpakpo, the prof took a deep breath and gave an exposition on what it was to be a pan Africanist. He mentioned some of his mentors and obviously not without Nkrumah, his namesake, sheikh Anta Diop, Kenyatta and several others who have fought for Africa in various ways. Uthman dan Fodio the jihadist featured amongst other scholars and in essence he admonished the young students to keep reading on the history of Africa. He reiterated that if Africa didn’t know where it was coming from, how would we know where we were heading, thus the study of history is important. All learning began from Africa and it is important that we tell our own story from our own perspective and not from the perspective of the colonialist. It was important that we learn about Africa using the colonizers tools and develop African our own way. Prof admonished the young ones to spend time alone meditating on Africa because it was only in solitary moments that God and the truth has been revealed to man. As future leaders, the global positioning of Africa was in their hands. Even us the adults there were moved and inspired by his words. There were nuggets of wisdom to pick up.
Anyemi, honestly, I’ve always wondered that a man like that hitting hard at the political leaders of the continent will have protection and it was surprising that he had a personal bodyguard. But what was really inspiring was to learn that he has a black belt in taekwando and the students had him to a few steps in the martial art to the delight of everybody. Man is pretty light on his feet.
He then went off to meet the general public and that too was even more exciting. Prior to his visit I was in a discussion with a friend who believed that people like prof are only talkers and don’t have the power for advocacy. It was my argument that when the awareness is created, then folk can work towards advocating for the right thing to be done. Creating awareness in the young ones, the future global leaders, meant that they knew exactly what to change when they get there. If even one of these young ones gets it, that is good news enough and his work is done.
Nii Kpakpo, but I’m afraid for this generation when they become future leaders. Eh! The loans they are coming to pay huh, it resembles your eyes, as my middle belt fufu loving people will transliterate.
Prof Lamumba however said that he had hope that we were training the next army of leaders to go toe to toe with the rest of the world because the battle will no more be a physical battle but a battle of wits and ideas. It will take intellect for Africa to survive in the future global events and schools like savanna academy, in the savanna were leading the charge as a training ground for such young minds.
Prof got a standing ovation for his oratory, something I’m sure he’s used to but then the students surprised him with a gift of a painting of him drawn by one of the students and the school SRC declared 24 February as Prof PLO Lamumba Day every year.
Anyemi two coincidences shook us. On this same date in history, the leading African pan Africanist Osagyefo was overthrown in a coup and the notion the Nkrumah Never Dies has been perpetuated.
Kpakpo the other thing is that we are neglecting the obvious, I had worn new underwear so every PLO Lamumba Day will also be the anniversary of my wearing full set tear rubber dross, singlet and socks in Tamale.
Seriously, it was a good day and I left there feeling like prof has tickled my brain with a spoon like your auntie does with the big ladle to the palm nut soup when it is the homowo season for kpoikpoi. With all that plenty proteins she still manages to stir the pot with the thick soup. Same way I felt.
Kweh! it is ok onu. I am even drained just writing this to you. Consider this self the abridged version.
Anyemi, please don’t come back and ask me what happened to the underwear. I won’t know what answer to give you unless you ask your sister.
Lemme go find some food for thought.
I still remain..
Your cousin in law,
Savanna Boy