Primary School Memories “Bridget Kyerematen, would you like to come and spend the night at my place?” I asked Bridget, my best friend in primary five. With my parents away, and only my brothers at home, the idea of Bridget joining me for a night of play, akin to the younger sister I never had, was too tempting. After school, we eagerly grabbed our bags and headed to my house for a memorable day. We pretended to cook, laughed and talked for hours, binged-watched television, and feasted on the food my mother had left in the freezer. That night, oblivious to Bridget’s worried parents, we chatted deep into the night. The next day, we innocently went to school, only to find Bridget’s mother waiting with a face like a hurricane. We received the beatings of our lives that day. Primary five seemed to be a challenging year, as another significant incident unfolded negatively for me. Despite waking up early and taking a bath, I found myself unusually uninterested in preparing for school. Instead, I playfully hopped around the house, ignoring my mother’s occasional warnings to stop fooling around. In a sudden misstep, I landed heavily on my elbow, causing it to fracture. I didn’t need a prophet to tell me that I was in a whole lot of trouble. Despite these mishaps, primary school, on the whole, was fun. After attending City of Kumasi from Kindergarten through primary two, I transferred to University Primary School at the University of Science and Technology, Kumasi, where I stayed from primary two to six. From Primary Playgrounds to University Uncertainties 12 The Birthday Journal
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