WELCOME TO THE SECOND SEMESTER.

The second semester of every academic year in almost every tertiary institution is one that everybody looks forward to.

In my opinion, the second semester could be described as the most tedious yet interesting one.
This second semester would probably be no different from the ones that have passed with regards to activities involved.

Welcome to the second semester at GIJ.
Where we all are looking forward to electing new leaders to steer the affairs of the SRC.

Welcome to the second semester, where every aspirant AUTOMATICALLY becomes a writer and a motivational speaker.
We can only pray for long life for our phones and whatsapp to be able to receive and read all of such messages.

Welcome to the second semester where all aspirants will be at the beck and call of students.

Welcome to the second semester. The semester where aspirants automatically become parents to students.
Willing to buy anything and everything for students even when they've not asked for it.

The semester where students will demand for bottled water from aspirants instead of the normal sachet water they drink.

Don't forget that it is also the semester where some students will demand for money  for transportation from aspirants before they come to vote on election day.

Welcome to the second semester where a would be SRC executive becomes overly friendly.
Giving handshakes and hugs, morning afternoon and evening.

Where aspirants are seen in school seven(7) days a week.
Welcome to the second semester where aspirants are the first to open the school gates and the last to leave.

Welcome to the second semester where lots of promises will be made by aspirants.
Some which might take eternity to be fulfilled.

Welcome to the second semester. Where friendships and relationships will be formed as a result of the elections.
Where friendships and relationships will break because of this same reason.

Don't forget the rumors, propaganda and lies.
The second semester where you would hear lots of stories about aspirants.
One probably no one would have heard if they had stayed in their corner.

Welcome to the second semester at GIJ where aspirants will befriend 'influential' people on campus with the hope of winning elections with their support and help.


Not forgetting their way of dressing.
Ironed handkerchiefs, neatly polished shoes, official wears, ties......etc etc.

WELCOME TO THE SECOND SEMESTER!

DIARY OF A WOMAN DATING A MARRIED MAN 3

My mother would not accept Fred as her son-in-law. She threatened to disown me if I married him. My dilemma continued; to listen to my mother or to follow the man of my dreams. I came to the conclusion that it was better to lose Fred than to lose my mother. 

On the day I planned to break up with Fred, my mum unexpectedly visited me. What was her reason? She came to approve of my relationship with Fred. She wanted me to be happy. She knew i was devastated and miserable after her threat. She encouraged me to go ahead with my marriage plans with Fred. 

“I love you very much and I want you to be happy,” she finished. 

In a matter of weeks, Fred and I got married. The wedding was not extravagant. It was his second so he did not see the need to make it grand. Although my mum wanted us to celebrate in a grand style, I agreed with Fred and we had it our way. We also had it incognito because we did not want Fred’s wife to be suspicious of her husband.  After our wedding, I legally became Fred’s second wife. 

The journey of our marriage began with a memorable honeymoon. Fred suggested we had it abroad but I was not so much enthused about traveling outside the country, taking into consideration how Fred would convince his way out of home.  I reluctantly gave in and to my surprise; Fred’s plan was a mega one. I really enjoyed throughout the period. It was so good a trip that I bought clothes for my mum and other cousins.

We were in one of the shops where Fred and I, aside picking clothes, were hugging and kissing. After all, it wasn’t like in Ghana were people see everything wrong with kissing your partner in public. As we went about our business like high school lovers, someone shouted Fred’s name from afar.

We turned only to see that it was Fred’s sister-in-law. I mean, Fred’s wife’s sister! She was supposed to be in Ghana, according to Fred. You should have seen the look on our faces. Mimi, Fred’s sister-in-law, had an even priceless one. We all transfixed in our positions until Fred broke the freeze.

“It’s not what you think. I can’t explain,” he stammered. 

On any day, I would have been angry with him for what he said.  Not what she thought? But I was not. Damage control was very important at this. Fred approached Mimi and they spoke in whispers.  I wished I was closer to hear what lie he was spinning to convince his sister-in-law that what we were doing was nothing.

He came back to me with a not so convincing look on his face. I was quite sure it did not go well so I did not bother to ask. In fact, If i was Mimi no explanation would have washed for what I had seen with my naked eyes. 

From that moment till we left back to Ghana, the one question that we kept asking ourselves was had Mimi told her sister about us?