I spent 7 years in St. Bede’s College Ashing-Kom. Grew up on campus. Met my wife there before she left.
I can understand a little piece of the connection we have with our alma maters.
Even the friendships I have lugged over the years are steeped with memories from when we were boys.
There’s so much in this piece that captures the melancholy of a dying breed, a seat of collective consciousness that slowly sags away.
Thank you for capturing this, man.