Time for secondary school, and there I was, my trunk fully packed with provisions, uniforms, and house dresses—all ready. My mother and I boarded public transport and headed for St. Roses Akwatia, my first-choice school. Not only was I precocious, but I was also a very clever child, as reflected in my common entrance results. I was thirteen at the time, but St. Roses School hadn’t granted me boarding status. This proved problematic. How would I come to school as a day student when I lived in Tema? Luckily, one of my mother’s cousins lived in that town, so it was amicably arranged that I should live with him and his family, which I did happily, until one of my aunts heard that my uncle’s children were Rising theashes from 12 The Birthday Journal
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