Trinity High. Students in Crime

CNN Lokko

Description

Trinity High is full of adventure, mischief and fun. It tells the story of Naa Atswei, a form one girl, who together with her friends, discover that boarding house life for the nino is not just filled with terror...in some cases, you just might be able to call the shots! Naa Atswei and her friends plunge into one adventure after another; whether it is getting out of trouble with the sixth formers, or evading the "beloved" cane of Mr. Asiedu, the French teacher.

Sujets

• General
• General officer
• Juvenile Nonfiction

Informations

• Publié par: Afram Publications
• Date de parution: 23 janvier 2024
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9789964705015
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 5 Mo

Extrait

Trinity High

Students in Crime

CNN Lokko

Afram Publications (Ghana) Ltd.

Pubîsed by: Aram Pubîcaîons (Gana) Lîmîed P.O. Box M18 Accra, Gana

Te: Kumasî: E-maî:

Websîe:

[phone], [phone] [phone] saes@arampubgana.com pubîsîng@arampubgana.com www.arampubgana.com

© CNN Lokko, 2011

A rîgs reserved. No par o îs pubîcaîon may be reproduced, sored în a rerîeva sysem, or ransmîed în any orm or by any means, mecanîca, poocopyîng, recordîng or oerwîse, wîou e prîor permîssîon o Aram Pubîcaîons (Gana) Lîmîed.

Fîrs Pubîsed, 2011 Revîsed, 2016

Cover desîgn by: Aram Pubîcaîons (Gana) Ld.

ISBN: 978-9964-70-137-6

Dedication

To Crîsîan Barnor Lokko, my aer and avîd supporer!

Acknowledgement

he desîre o wrîe Trînîy Hîg was bîred seveneen years ago wen I read Enîd Byon’sFirst Term at Mallory Towers. I was în orm ive a e îme. Sînce en, I ave drated severa versîons o e nove, none o wîc resembes îs ina oupu. I sared wrîîng îs versîon on Sepember 3, 2009 and compeed my irs drat on Ocober 27, 2009. I woud îke o ank my mum, e ae Mrs. Bearîce Lokko. Se aways beîeved în me, and encouraged me o wrîe. Se read every manuscrîp I ever wroe and aended every pay I wroe and dîreced. My greaes regre îs a se coud no read îs nove. I am eernay graeu or avîng suc an încredîbe mum. I woud aso îke o express my sînceres graîude o Dr. Kezîa Dzîa Awadzî, my wrîîng parner, rîend and cousîn. I was my unwîîngness o be upsaged by er (se was aso workîng on a nove) a moîvaed me o sar îs work. I was aso în my ques o “sock” and împress er wî

i

v

my ard work a îs book was compeed în ess an wo mons. Se read eac caper severa îmes, edîed e book many îmes and gave grea advîce. I can conideny say a I am e wrîer I ave become because o er aî în me, er seless suppor and our unendîng compeîîveness. I canno orge my dad, Mr. Crîsîan Lokko, my broer Cyprîen Lokko, and sîser Juîana Lokko wo eped braînsorm suggesîons or e îe. My sîser Leîcîa Lokko was er usua carîng se and my usband Danîe Tee-Rîcer suppored me în prayer. My cousîn Korkoene Awadzî dîd no cease o ofer encouragîng words. A uge deb o anks goes o Adeaîde Aasî and Mîcae Sowa wo read e enîre manuscrîp and gave good suggesîons. I wan o ank Ouî Agbenyega Aoey, my edîor, and irs non-amîy member o acknowedge my aen. I mean e word o me. I aso wan o ank Harrîe Tagoe, Ag. Managîng Dîrecor o Aram Pubîcaîons and er saf or avîng aî în me enoug o pubîs îs work. To e Amîgy God, my aer, my rîend, my înspîraîon….ank You!

v

v

i

CHapter One

“I pace up and down the balcony of our house; any moment now, my mum will honk to announce her arrival. She will be coming home with my Common Entrance Examination results. I had been enjoying the vacation until my mum mentions that the results are about to be released. Suddenly, all the important plans I have for the day are banished to some other part of my brain. I know I studied very hard for the exam, but sometimes, no matter how hard you try, you end up not getting good grades. I consider myself to be a very hard-working student even though my grades may not always show it. Even though I studied very hard, I didn’t get all As. Some Bs and occasional Cs sneaked into my report card. That is one reason the mention of the examination results has made me lose my appetite even though we are having my favourite, fried eggs and rolls, for breakfast. If I do not get good grades, I may not get into a good school. If I do not make it to my îrst choice secondary school, my parents will be so disappointed in me, especially, since I already received a tongue-lashing yesterday for “being a slacker” (my mum’s exact words) these holidays. She can’t understand why I

1

CNN Lokko

spend my days watching movies or chatting with my friend Sarah, who comes to visit almost every day. My mum would rather I spend some time studying. But what am I supposed to study? I don’t know what secondary school I will be attending yet! Anyway, my mum decided to vent her bottled up frustrations on me yesterday. I was so frightened I went to bed last night without having dinner. When I saw the breakfast menu, my good humour returned… well, till my mum made the announcement about the results. The last part of my primary school experience was a little weird. This is because when I was about to enter class îve, the government decided to switch to a different type of educational system. The Common Entrance Examination was going to be scrapped. A new examination called the Basic Education Certiîcate Examination (BECE) was going to be introduced. With the new system, pupils in class six no longer needed to take a major examination before entering secondary school. They would take regular end of term exams just as if they were moving from one class in primary school to another class. After three years in junior secondary school, students would take the BECE to be able to get into senior secondary school. The change in educational system was to take place in the next two years; meanwhile private schools were no longer allowed to take the Common Entrance Exam. Public schools, however, were allowed to take the Common Entrance Exam for a couple of years before it was completely cancelled. I was in a private school at that time, so was my brother who fortunately took the Common Entrance before it was

2

Trinity High; Students in Crime

banned in our school. I had grown up believing that people in public schools were not smart, a view which changed when I met Sarah. Well, when our school could no longer take the Common Entrance, my parents arranged for me to attend my regular school as well as a public school near home. I attended classes in the morning at the private school and went for classes in the afternoon at the public school. This new arrangement had its pros and cons. A big con was that instead of going on to class îve, I was jumped to class six in my private school so I could start preparing for the Common Entrance. At the public school, I was put in form two because that was the level at which you could take the Common Entrance. Mentally, I wasn’t prepared; my nine -year-old brain was being forced to learn too much, I thought. The pro was that whenever I did not like a teacher or a class in my private school, I could leave under the pretext of going to my new school. In one such case, we had been given a Maths assignment which I totally failed. The wicked teacher, Mr. Amankwata, promised us that for every error, we would receive two lashes of the cane. Well, I had twenty errors so imagine how many lashes I was going to receive! As I sat horriîed in my chair, already feeling the burn on my back from the lashes I had not yet received, Mr. Amankwata realised he did not have a cane in the cupboard and went next door to înd one. It was at this point that I realised I could run before he returned. I grabbed my books, dumped them in my bag and informed my classmates that I was leaving for my other school. Many of them told me truthfully that they envied me. I ed from the class before Mr. Amankwata

3