Check Mate ( Book 2)

Chapter Six🌻

ASIA

Track - Fragile by Kygo ft Labrinth

When you follow in the path of your father, you learn to walk like him. ~Ashanti Proverb

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"It's just typical Ghanaian traditions we are talking about here. In this school, I get lost when I see the students. They look more of kids from a Disney African channel than just plain African children. The idea of this school strays away from what we know to be fact." Mr. Kumevor took a deep breath and paused his rant to look round the sea of faces that had gathered in the teacher's lounge.

Teacher's lounge. He thought with sheer anger.

It was a staff common room not all these fancy names they were beginning to call everything. When General Afrifa started this school in the late sixties, Mr.Kumevor was sure that he didn't fathom that his beloved institution for reformation would become a center for the rich and privileged kids of Ghana.

It was still morning and after opening assembly. The teachers of Padmore high were at the administration block having their first staff meeting to discuss how the academic term could be most productive for the students. It was in the middle of Mrs. Afriyie's speech of raising funds for a gym when Mr. Kumevor started his usual sermon that all these facilities were diluting the core values of the school and washing away any mark of Africa that the school was promised.

Some teachers agreed with him while others felt that there was no need to complain about the rapid development of Padmore as it was putting them and the country on the international map. Mr. Kumevor was trying to stand his ground. The western dilution of our dear culture was enough.

First, it was the flexible uniform policy then the no-hair-restriction-policy and other equally distasteful plans that threatened to invade the African bubble that had enveloped this school time and time again.

"I don't think there is anything wrong with change." Mrs. Afriyie challenged politely. Mr.Kumevor was way older than her. In fact he was way older than everyone in the room and she did not want to offend him in any way.

"There is change, and then there is change. This is becoming unacceptable. I don't think our sister schools like Mfantsipim school or Wesley Girls tolerate this behavior we are putting up with when it comes to these children." Mr. Kumevor interjected.

"The quicker we appreciate the students as our clients and not our prisoners, I think the quicker we'd see development." Miss Rockson, the head of the English Department said.

Mr. Kumevor narrowed his eyes at her and pursed his lips.

Clients? Clients? He thought bitterly.

They did not pay the fees. Their parents did. As far as he was concerned, these children were burdens that their parents, who were the real clients, offloaded onto the institution.

"We are a public school so when people come here, I think that is what they expect. An African Public School. Not the western version of an African public school." Mr. Kumevor argued.

"Majority of our funds come from the western world. Padmore wouldn't be half the public school it is today if not for all the grants we received from America, Europe, China and the likes." Miss Rockson argued.