For six months now, this post has been languishing in my drafts folder. What a wonderful time to publish it, now that one of the male-only halls is celebrating 50 years of being in existence. Unfortunate existence, I might add.
A good friend went to Unity Hall in KNUST to visit a childhood friend who had just entered the university as a first year student. He was accompanied by a young woman who was the first year student’s sister. They got to the entrance to the hall and decided to wait for him downstairs because his room was on the seventh floor and well, nobody enjoys going up six flights of stairs. The two visitors found a bench and sat on it.
Barely a minute later, they realized that there was a young man on the fifth floor of one of the blocks trying to get their attention. He was waving his arms about in a rather wild manner and shouting some words that they really couldn’t make out. Eventually, he rushed downstairs to confront them.
Apparently, the bench they were sitting on belonged to a certain god of Unity hall and no woman was allowed to touch it, let alone sit on it and this young warrior, pursuing a degree at the Kwame Nkrumah University of Science & Technology seemed to be the mouthpiece of this particular god.
My friend was livid, and justifiably so. He thought it was nonsense and said so without mincing words. They got off the bench, but the young woman took offence at the way the mouthpiece of the gods acted. She demanded an apology for his rudeness. To cut a long story short, Mr. Mouthpiece of the god nearly hit her. Were it not for my friend and a few passersby, the young lady might have received some ‘hot and dirty’ slaps.
Most girls that have attended KNUST know too well what happens when they enter the male-only halls. They get an earful of profanities, lewd gestures and remarks, insults, wolf whistles and the like. Someone actually had a guy come out of his room, stand in front of her and grab his penis! Oh did I mention he was stark naked? I myself have had a rather nasty experience at Commonwealth hall in the University of Ghana which I won’t narrate because I really do not want to relive that experience.
And all the primitive, backward, and stupid ‘rituals’ and ‘traditions’!! Oh let me list… Things like Vandalism… Instances of ‘shit bombing’… I’m getting worked up.
I wish I had the time, energy and finger muscles needed to share more horror stories with you but I don’t, so I’ll conclude.
These halls are nurturing a whole lot of , to quote a great man, ‘ avoidable’ graduates. To be honest, and to be fair, a large number of my male friends were in these halls and turned out really well. To be honest, and to be fair, these friends did not take part.in the nonsense that is so routine in these halls. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out why they turned out well.
So here’s my little bit, on Katanga, Commonwealth Unity and other diseases.