I can’t recall which year it was or what age I was, but the flashbacks and echoes of my mother’s voice, teaching me my first alphabets and forming sentences resurface once in a while throughout my life.
The S.O. you made me pronounce so, the G.O. you made me pronounced go, among other words will always be appreciated Mum.
From our family house house at Asafo behind the Dadiesoaba hene’s palace, I treked to school with colleague students like Evans, Emmanuel Mensah and Gloria Ankara to God First international school at Asafo Abrotia near former Baso club in my early childhood.
Then I started Class 2 at T.I. Ahmadiyya primary school.
There was Mr Lukeman who is perhaps should have been awarded the canning teacher of the Century.
There was Madam Janet Serwaa of blessed memory who was the headmistress, and Madam Cecilia Johnson who I think was the best circuit supervisor ever.
The mere mention of her name and the sight of her made the teachers well mannered in a PNDC led government School.
I was a member of Scout, which taught me a lot of things, especially Comradeship and Patriotism.
My beautiful life Skills madam Joyce left me with some indelible knowledge which are still applicable today.
My Technical Skills teacher Mr Prosper Makafui’s early and late mental class can never be forgotten since it ended in tears for those who got his questions right and tears for those who got it wrong..
I knew more about colors, beauty through the eyes of art from my vocational skills class,
Even though our teacher Mr Dennis didn’t make it easier.
Mr Owusu Yaw my Agric teacher opened my eyes to the different breeds of goats, sheeps, dogs,trees that existed and I never knew even though I spent my holidays in my hometown.
From classroom to classroom through promotion exams I encountered different teachers who all instilled some sort of discipline and installed some knowledge in me.
There was one things that played out which always got me cained, I was always going to school late.
But was I to be blame?
I Had to sell some ice water, toffees, corn-doe, Bloom, okro, Kerosene, chewing gums (P. K) among other things I could lay my hands on before and after school.
In my high school days at Kumasi Anglican Secondary School, I was nicknamed by Mr Karikari the English tutor of blessed memory as a “professional late comer”
Late comer I was, but what kept me late was known to me and few other people, and that was Hustling through the streets of Asafo Market, Adum and Kejetia Hawking.
I loved my Literature in English class, because it was mostly after the second break when I had finally settled down in school after hawking at dawn and arriving at school late and tired, plus Mr Owusu Agyemang nicknamed Bongo by the students read and dramatize each of the books we learned.
From the collection of countless African Poems, to Romeo and Juliet, Money Galore, things Fall apart among other books, the class was exciting throughout.
The Government Tutor simply nicknamed MC took his time to teach, but I always doze out of tiredness throughout the class.
Did I get a word of what my Economics tutor who was also nick named Cee Banner taught?. Or I now know about Economics through the practicality my mother and hawking in the street taught me?
Can any student of Kumasi Anglican Secondary school in the late 90s and early 200s forget Mr E.A Kyere nicknamed Kontokyi who was also like a father to we the students?
My main problem was Mathematics.
Unlike English and other courses which my mother taught me with love and gentleness, my father also never gave me a rest on writing essays too.
Mathematics and converting me from writing with my left hand to the right hand will be told in another story.
Today with my first Degree in Information Technology from the University of Winneba Kumasi Campus to my Masters in Cyber Security and Data Forensics, it is obvious that I faced the dreaded mathematics head on.
The Government of Ghana and henceforth should ensure teacher’s capacities are built or upgraded and their motivation increase.
Parents must endeavor to help their children in at least one of their courses or subject which they can help their children learn they in the form of homeworks since their contribution and efforts are well appreciated.
Happy Teacher’s Day to the Teacher who taught every Ghanaian child with passion.