It
is in the quiet of the morning. Dawn has just broken and as the sun swept
across my room, the cool and soothing music from Volta premier fm fills the air
in my room whiles I prepare for my usual “studio boy” job. It is an hour where
in many homes people would be fidgeting with their radio sets to hear what is
trending in the country as they embarked on their daily activities.
In
my little room, I reminded myself on a chapter am yet to close in my life as a
student. A chapter that would usher me to the next when jubilantly closed. It is
the official ceremony to confirm that I have successfully completed my course
in the Polytechnic. Indeed I can confidently say I am an Electrical Engineer.
Although some critics might say I am a half baked engineer or a disappointed one
(that is by going the extreme), I still have a question for my critics. How can one put stone in a fellow’s mouth
and then say his teeth are not good? We are compelled to pass through an
educational system where the very basic facilities needed to ensure quality and
effective training are absent. In the midst of these challenges, our devoted
lecturers defile the odds even as they battle with government for improvement in
their conditions of service. It is often said that when two elephants fight it
is the ground that suffers. Imperatively I have suffered the negative impacts
of the litany of labour unrest during my stay in Ho Polytechnic. It is either
the demand for the implementation of the Single Spine Salary or the agitation
against the scrapping off of the Research and Book Allowance.
Aristotle
once said that those who educate children well are more to be honoured than
they who produce them; for parents only give them life whiles teachers give the
arts of living. At this moment I would like to propose a “Kutu Acheampong toast”
to all our hardworking and dedicated lecturers who have played their
indefatigable roles in producing feracious students from this reputable
institution.
I
cannot mention all your names because I have a very long list. But I want to
quickly thank Mr Frank Kulor and Mr Christian Dzah for strictly and effectively
supervising me to successfully construct that 3km Range FM Transmitter notwithstanding
the challenges.
I
recall my father used to call me from my bedroom to the hall to spell and give
meaning to words my siblings that are far ahead of me fail to do. Singled out
then as a potential bright student, I had to keep in that trajectory and remain
grateful for his encouragement. Although I would not be awarded your desired
class, I don’t think I am a failure. I now agree with Paedae that one can pay for school but cannot buy
class.
Indeed
I have fond memories of my stay in Ho Polytechnic ranging from the “Higher National Dabers” to “Last Sunday Service With Rickross”. It
is a chapter that is now closed, and I owe a lot to the people who encouraged,
cajoled and offered emotional support or a good critical eye at me through it
all. Above all the glory is yours God!!!
To
all my fellow graduates, I say congratulations!!! Indeed we fought a good fight
through the hot tunnels of hot poly.
Like
most student traditions, alcohol features throughout the day, and it can be
tempting to get carried away, especially when in a celebratory mood; be in
control. Beware and be aware of the spread of HIV AIDS. Be careful to keep your
condoms with you if you cannot hold yourself.
I
would like to rest my pen as I leave with these words from bob Marley’s song
Zimbabwe;
Every
man gotta right to decide his own destiny,
And
in this judgement there is no partiality.
So
arm in arms, with arms, we'll fight this little struggle,
'Cause
that's the only way we can overcome our little trouble.
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