Four Years In Ashesi

I still remember my first day on the beautiful Berekuso hill. Graduation seemed a long way away. As I walked through the newly built campus on my orientation day I was filled with hope and excitement. A new life after high school awaited. One filled with opportunity and fun. I made a number of new friends in my first year, but I was still disappointed that there weren’t as many white girls as I had expected. None to be honest. Sure, there were lots of foreign prospects, but not any of the lighter skins, just an Indian who happened to be a senior at the time. From the get go, I had one goal in mind. A goal that far surpassed my drive to graduate or excel in academics. I was not leaving Ashesi a virgin, or as my friend and colleague would say, “Ashesi no go play me 4-nil”

Year one was all fun and games, but with a hell of a workload. I kept hearing several times what I believe to be the statement that every Ashesi freshman hears in their first week. That to survive in Ashesi you had to balance three “S’s”. Studies, Sleep, Socializing, and that you could only ever manage two. Between the long lectures and piled up assignments I cannot deny its truth, but there were always those who juggled the three so well it gave me hope that I could too. One of such people was Kenneth Narh. A young, energetic and really smart guy who most of us looked to when we needed a tutor and a friend. We were all devastated by his untimely death and we continue to mourn him to this day. 

Then there was the famous honor code which was something new, interesting and different from what I knew coming from a public high school where exam malpractice was often overlooked. I cared less about grades and so I was never compelled to cheat. At Ashesi the honor code went far beyond the exam room and by the time we made it through the first year into the second, it felt like second nature to me thus I was not surprised that the class of 2015 opted to be on it. Second year as many alumni would agree was just plain stressful. This was where those of us who were able to make it through first year were made to choose our majors and that’s when we knew “shit was about to get real”

3rd year was surreal to say the least. The year ‘mandem’ got lucky. Not only did I feel more like a man afterward, I also began to act like one as I took on more responsibilities and indulged in productive co-curricular activities that I previously paid little attention to. And today as I walk out as a proud graduate of this unique institution, I cannot help but acknowledge its role in molding me into the man I’ve become.


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