“He knew there was something wrong with Ghana when his big head couldn’t qualify him into Ghana medical school” Part two. Prior to the interview, he had done his research. He had found out popular questions normally asked at medical school interviews and downloaded them. He would read and read, and at each read change his answer slightly. He would often set up a debate among his brothers on some of the questions, and again modify his answers. Each night, he rifled the set of questions and went over his answers again before he slept. He began to read daily graphic, listen to Joy news, bbc news and watch TV-3 evening news. He had to keep his current affairs sharp to survive the section of that in the interview. He had a list of African countries, the names of their president, capitals, and currencies. He studied. Every day he would put his little brother to the task to ask him those questions as he answered. He would fast, pray at nights with him on football parks, speak in tongues, bundle the devils, cover the interviewers with the precious blood of Jesus and forcefully insert his name among the list of qualified students into Ghana medical school. He stopped sinning. He attended night prayers and kept his head down. On the day of the interview, he awoke early. His shirt and pair of trousers were ironed by another brother. His parents prayed with him and wished him well. A daily graphic was already set on the table; he picked and glanced through as he made his way out. Everybody understood what it meant for him to become a doctor; even his neighbors had started calling him doc before he got into the university. On his way to board a “trotro”, he was in prayers; he spoke in tongues and directed every question to the stuff he had read. At the interviewing grounds, it bordered him less to see friends being driven by big men, ministers for the interview. Friends would receive a call and in turn text their full name and index numbers to whomever they had spoken to. He was calm and ready. It was his turn for the interview. He entered, greeted and a seat was offered him. He sat. The interview began. Part 3 to follow…………..
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