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Her Eminence!

A ‘friend’ of mine performed a hat-trick at an awards show last night.

Friend’s in quotes…because we’re not really friends. There was this one time in level 200 I shall never forget, when she made me come to school on a day I did NOT want to come to school. I CANNOT forget that. (I hug you when we meet but all I really want to do is pull your hair.) But she’s struck some gold these past days, and, to paraphrase Obi, when you hit success, everyone becomes famzy. Social convention demands a respectable level of ahosh from my side.

(And I kind of need an excuse to update my blog. It’s been an age and a half.)

Eerhn. So here it is.

So the show was the Eminence Awards, created by one of our own in GIJ to honour exemplary students, but with a lot more pizzazz and fun to distinguish it from the usual blandness that comes with speech and prize day celebrations. The night’s ballon d’or winner was (the one, the onlyyyy) Tryphena Yeboah, who picked up the Best Print Reporter, Best Student Blogger, and Most Influential Student of the year.

(You should see her blog. It makes sense. Which, needless to say, is not a statement I can use for mine.)

Others who won include Eric Mawuena Egbeta, for the Outstanding Radio GIJ Host of The Year, which really came as no surprise. He’s amazing. Pity the radio station’s reach is not that vast. The established radio presenters would have been given a run for their money.

It appears those I voted for won. Yasss!

Tryphena is proof that if you have an Ewe boyfriend everything goes well for you with God, hard work, and consistency, you can be successful at anything. Try (yeah, we call her that),

‘I may not have forgiven you (may not? Definitely not!) for making me sacrifice my me-time to come and do group work, but I am (surprisingly) glad that I know you. I’d call you unique, but you already know that. Hopefully this is only the start of better, bigger things. I do honestly hope I can perform the impossible and meet another person just like you. I’m literally putting that on my bucket list, right between watching a game at Anfield and going to a Coldplay concert. What’s it smart people say? The sky’s the starting point.’ (Debbienho, 2016:87)

Let me see if I can find her picture.





Nope.





Noooope.





Ooh, Kawhi! A man after my own—nope, not Try either.





Found her.


  




Found her now. I know. She looks just like I would have looked if we had been born twins. :)




That famzy enough?




References

Debbienho, M. (2016) The Debbienho Guide to Understanding Social Convention for Aliens Living Among Humans. Oracle Arena. Popovich Publications. Print.


Comments

  1. Lol Debbie you're such a great writer...

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  2. Debbie, I've read this twice already and my heart feels as though it would jump out of my chest!! Thank you for writing these sweet words, darling. You have such a flourishing soul and a great sense of humor! I love you dearly.

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