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18 EPISODE 2: OBRUNI KO SKUUL
calluses but, as always, my rear is sore by midday with four hours to go. The classroom itself is large but most of the space is consumed by desks. There are twenty-six girls in my class, all black with hair cut within half an inch of their heads. Though it's been two months, I'm still their Barbie doll. Inevitably, one girl or another will plait and make-up myhairformebytheendoftheday. Wearethe Form 2 Visual Arts girls, with a notorious reputation for garrulousness. And without doubt, these girls like to talk. Ghanaians, in general, gossip more than Minnesotans but this is the furthest I've ever seen it.
"Such and such a girl looked sideways at such and such a teacher and the headmaster saw it but hasn't said anything yet..."
The rumors never seem to stop and I've had to correct facts about myself more than once.
Ideally, the teacher should arrive at 8:00 but then we're on African time. No one is worried if he hasn't arrived by 8:20 and it's at least not surprising if he doesn't come at all. There are never substitutes and the teachers seem to pick their own hours. I