It all started in January 2017, after my national service. Unemployed me, thinking of what would become of me as I continued my job hunting quest. This blog was created about the same time when I needed an outlet for my writing and also to cure boredom.
An advice from my mother’s friend changed my life. He advised my mother to let me pursue my professional qualification. I immediately enrolled with the Institute of Chartered Accountants, Ghana as a student.
This was my hair do for Christmas in 2016, my favourite time of year. While choosing this rather risky hairstyle, I had no clue what the year had in store for me.
The institute run three schools or classes structure; day, evenings and weekends. Day was mostly for high school graduates who had no undergrad certificate. Since I was hoping to be gainfully employed, I enrolled in the evening school which spanned from 7p.m. to 9p.m. if I remember correctly.
The class was mostly filled with working professionals, they came to class looking the part. Though unemployed, I also came to class looking like I was coming from my day job.
I had my preconceived notion of a couple of people. Woenam, the effortlessly handsome guy; definitely a playboy. Benjamin, a stuck up, full of himself. Joseph, a lover boy and there was Kwesi very annoying, I couldn’t stand him.
I don’t quite remember what my preconceived notion of MaryAnn was, however, I did not like her at first sight that’s for sure. She was giving miss goody two shoes vibes. I do however remember our first conversation after class at the bus stop where she asked me for directions and some lectures related issues. From that time, since I was unemployed, I had every reason to be in class ahead of time, I began saving her a seat.
There was also Ethel, not that I forget about her but our communication dwindled. She was out of our league if I should say. She came to the institute with her Masters already bagged. Here is post I made where you would see Ethel, MaryAnn and yours truly Sisterhood
MaryAnn, Benjamin, Joseph, Kwesi and I became friends. I recall a conversation where I mentioned what I thought of Benji at first sight and he confessed his own preconceived notion he had of me. He thought I was a gangalia (a rebel) because of my hairstyle.
AFRO387 