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16 EPISODE 2: OBRUNI KO SKUUL
The eldest sister, Ama, is a seamstress with wild crazy hair that stands straight up from her head in the mornings. My mother seems to spend most of the morning yelling at Boatema to hurry up. There are six of us all together, and all female. The house is alive with activity and I've never felt so fortunate.
At a quarter to 7:00 I walk down the road to meet my friend Anita and we head off for school. We walk a good 10 minutes to the nearest junction. People are everywhere. Women are selling cocoo, ballfruit, and fried plantain. Children are playing in the street and a long parade of men has lined up outside of the public toilets. As we pass, the children call out "B’roni", a shortened form of Oboroni, a term for white foreigners. At the junction we board a tro- tro to school. This is a kind of small bus into which the driver packs passengers like sardines. The fares, however, are cheap and it's the most popular way to travel.
My school, Archbishop Porter Girl's Secondary School, is a Catholic boarding school, though I am a day student. Consequently, there is mass for 45