FIRST YEAR IN THE UNIVERSITY

The magic of Volta hall
Solid, ancient female aboard still rings a bell in my brain
Daily seeing girls from all over the world
In colourful costumes ,representing
Gliding to different departments .
Five to seven pms were like going to the film
As I watched from my window
Males from every nation
Visit females from every nation.,
Holding hands, saying nothing
The dance studio
My mirrored class room
A dancers dream
Was more than I expected
I dreamt and lived there.
Sundays were my best days
Arrays of kentes hung on men’s shoulders
The females were adorned in beautiful batiks
As they float to church
I didn’t go, even once, shame
I remember, rice and chicken ,every afternoon
Accra was a haven for fruits
Mokola market ,
Where my eccentricity for weird colours were fully harvested
My first year in Legon
The solid foundation
Upon which my dance was built.

Bose.