I
have come to realize that truly, when a day comes that human beings do
not recognize their differences, they cease to be called human. A
reflection of an encounter that I witnessed while in senior high school
made me believe that more.
Me and my few friends went out of
school to eat Banku in a chop-bar few meters away from the school;
Presbyterian Senior High School. It was vacation day and so we
came back quickly for last GMSA meeting for the term. We entered the
classroom where the meeting was being held and we sat somewhere in group
as usual. Some of us began to act frivolously or maybe were just trying
to have fun because of the day`s atmosphere. But we were in a middle
of a serious meeting and the president; Faisal Mumin was in front of us reviewing the activities carried throughout the term.
Maino Prince Jnr got furious with their actions and showed disapproval in a very angry mood. One of the wits; Triple Rumuor responded and it became a verbal dispute between the two.
The meeting was over but they were still exchanging aggressive words.
As we were walking out of the school, we met Mr. Abubakar; one of GMSA`s
patrons. He tried to resolve their matter. “duba yaaro nga ohh, ze rena
ni” I recall Amadu speaking Hausa in front of Mr. Abu absent-mindlessly,
when the teacher asked what was wrong? Mr. Abu tried his best but as you
know, Zongo boys like us would not listen....lol..
We got out
of the school compound and fortunately, a “trotro” was approaching
towards us. We all filled the minibus. They were still quarreling. As
they did, one satirical character I will never forget; Musah Sisoko Can Do,
The Great Gambler, Can-do, Ladies Man, among other nicknames, was
urging them to throw punches and said they were acting like females. We
all knew he did not really want that to happen. He was only a comic
relief in the whole drama.
I sat quietly in the rear seat of
the trotro and watched everything like I was glued to a seat in a
theater. I don’t intend to tell how it all ended but what I think is
that, a little quarrel will help us to know how to meet with the
expectations of our fellows. We shall know what they like and what they
dislike. Disagreement brings true friends more close than before. These
two friends did not end up as foes. They became closer than before. Real
friends will stay but the bad-guys will vanish like “kush”.
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